Memory Treasurer
- Member for
- 13 years 1 month 28 days
- Find a Grave ID
Bio
***PLEASE USE THE EDIT BUTTON ON MEMORIAL TO MAKE REQUESTS!!*** Public messages left on my page are difficult & time consuming to keep up with especially if memorial #'s and contributor #'s are not provided.
Please remember all of the work is done by volunteers, so please be patient and kind. Volunteers put in a lot of time researching information, walking and photographing cemeteries. I research all updates before making corrections and they are done in the order requested.
Thank you!
Dear Ancestor...
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder as you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Walter Butler Palmer~
***PLEASE USE THE EDIT BUTTON ON MEMORIAL TO MAKE REQUESTS!!*** Public messages left on my page are difficult & time consuming to keep up with especially if memorial #'s and contributor #'s are not provided.
Please remember all of the work is done by volunteers, so please be patient and kind. Volunteers put in a lot of time researching information, walking and photographing cemeteries. I research all updates before making corrections and they are done in the order requested.
Thank you!
Dear Ancestor...
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder as you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~Walter Butler Palmer~
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Contributions
- Memorials Added
- Memorials Managed
- 12 Memorials per Week
- Photos Added
- Photo Requests
- Volunteer Photos Taken
- Flowers Added
- Virtual Cemeteries
- 65 Fame Ratings
- Followers
- Photos Transcribed
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