I believe that genealogy is not just researching, fact gathering, compiling names, pictures and dates into some sort of chronological order allowing the connection of all those pieces to be gathered into a family tree. It is making the unknown family members live again, by telling their stories and bringing them back to life, with the hope that they would know and approve of the efforts being made to reconnect them with lost family, so that they may live anew in our hearts for generations to come. This was my mother Claire's greatest passion, and just one of the many things she taught and passed on to me.

My parents were Emil Harry "Emil" Mares (FAG ID: 102089107) and Clarabelle Mae "Claire" (Talbott ) Mares (FAG ID: 205337393). I grew up in a family rich with history and a relentless pursuit of family roots, research, provenance, and documentation of lineage. I am an only child.

Surnames on my maternal side of the family include Talbott, Robinson, Niblack, Holcomb(e), Jewel (l), Darling, Fowler, Stroud, Kocher, Neale, Waite, Bardwell, Jay, Thomas, Katzberg, Walton, Lamb, Hawley, Finke, Grafelman(n), Kruse, Reade, Schultze, Weinberg.

Surnames on my paternal side of the family include Mares, Jiskra, Valenta, Pipal, Sasek, Hynek, Rychecky, Karpisek, Horak, Altman, Rahe, Pulec, Tyser, Bean, Head, Mager, Chmelir, Hojer, Sokryt, Dremsa.

Also the names of Buch, and Bergh from my first marriage, and Porter and Lofland from my present marriage.

My mother was a genealogist for over 50 years. So growing up, I too, learned to share her passion for keeping family history alive and not buried in bureau drawers, cardboard shoe boxes in closets, or shoved under our beds with the "dust kittens!" When people are alive they don't live there, and so, in death, they especially should not live in these places or their spirit and memories will be lost. These cherished treasures and memories are a part of us all, and need to be nurtured, so that they never die. They are a part of our "life's blood."

My mother, who has passed, and I are members of the D.A.R. ( Daughters of the American Revolution), a privilege only granted to us by the service of our brave ancestors. Our Revolutionary War Patriot is Daniel R. Robinson (1735-1820). She worked tirelessly to trace and document our family lineage, as well as doing research for countless other families. She has many published research books that carry her genealogy research for our family, of which I am now the caretaker and custodian.

It is my desire to fill in the missing pieces, correct inaccuracies and to provide family tree lineage for both sides of my family. This was my mother's dying wish, that her work continue and live on for our family. So now, the task of maintaining and furthering the family histories falls to me. I wish to enrich my family histories online so that they may live into the future, for all to enjoy.

If there are any pictures that I have posted and you would like to use in them in your private trees or postings elsewhere, feel free please to use them. I only ask that you give me credit for their origination as almost all of them are of my family members.

In 1995, I moved to Henderson, Nevada, with my husband. I was born in Fairbury, Nebraska, and my parents then moved when I was a year old to Beatrice Nebr, and then to Fremont, Nebraska, when I was 3 years old, which is where I grew up and lived almost half my adult life, before moving to Omaha, Nebraska. My roots in Nebraska run deep.

It is my goal to honor my family tree heritage by sharing biographies, pictures, historical documents, and lineage information on both sides of my family.

I will gladly transfer non-family memorials to any family member or descendant who requests a transfer, regardless of the general transfer guidelines which recommend the four-generation rule. I believe that these memorials should be in the care of family or caring friends, when possible. I lovingly care for non-relative memorials as if they were part of my own family, as best I can. Please don't hesitate to ask.

I will accept transfers of all memorials, including fallen gravers and those who no longer wish to maintain their memorials, whatever the reason. This is the main reason that I manage so many memorials, they have come to me from many different circumstances. As a volunteer, I feel obliged to to so. These memorials will be cared for, not ignored.

My father was a veteran and so is my husband, so I have a soft spot for veterans of all wars. They deserve to be recognized, thanked, honored and respected for their service to our country. We live in the best country in the world, thanks to these veterans. If you want to appropriately honor a service person and follow his/her military customs, courtesies, protocols, (and federal law), there are two instances in which a military rank should be applied as a prefix:
1) The person died while on active duty
2) The person served a full career in the military

One final thought....
It is important to record the past so that fond and precious memories are not lost for future generations. It is an honor and a privilege to care for these memorials. Remember.... a family tree will wither and die if no-one tends to its roots!

We will continue to Live as long as we are Remembered!
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I found this on another FAG contributor's site:
The author was listed as 'Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur'

A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us, begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others, I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence; remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed newspapers, family archives, bibles and albums. We find them, and in finding them - we find ourselves!

I believe that genealogy is not just researching, fact gathering, compiling names, pictures and dates into some sort of chronological order allowing the connection of all those pieces to be gathered into a family tree. It is making the unknown family members live again, by telling their stories and bringing them back to life, with the hope that they would know and approve of the efforts being made to reconnect them with lost family, so that they may live anew in our hearts for generations to come. This was my mother Claire's greatest passion, and just one of the many things she taught and passed on to me.

My parents were Emil Harry "Emil" Mares (FAG ID: 102089107) and Clarabelle Mae "Claire" (Talbott ) Mares (FAG ID: 205337393). I grew up in a family rich with history and a relentless pursuit of family roots, research, provenance, and documentation of lineage. I am an only child.

Surnames on my maternal side of the family include Talbott, Robinson, Niblack, Holcomb(e), Jewel (l), Darling, Fowler, Stroud, Kocher, Neale, Waite, Bardwell, Jay, Thomas, Katzberg, Walton, Lamb, Hawley, Finke, Grafelman(n), Kruse, Reade, Schultze, Weinberg.

Surnames on my paternal side of the family include Mares, Jiskra, Valenta, Pipal, Sasek, Hynek, Rychecky, Karpisek, Horak, Altman, Rahe, Pulec, Tyser, Bean, Head, Mager, Chmelir, Hojer, Sokryt, Dremsa.

Also the names of Buch, and Bergh from my first marriage, and Porter and Lofland from my present marriage.

My mother was a genealogist for over 50 years. So growing up, I too, learned to share her passion for keeping family history alive and not buried in bureau drawers, cardboard shoe boxes in closets, or shoved under our beds with the "dust kittens!" When people are alive they don't live there, and so, in death, they especially should not live in these places or their spirit and memories will be lost. These cherished treasures and memories are a part of us all, and need to be nurtured, so that they never die. They are a part of our "life's blood."

My mother, who has passed, and I are members of the D.A.R. ( Daughters of the American Revolution), a privilege only granted to us by the service of our brave ancestors. Our Revolutionary War Patriot is Daniel R. Robinson (1735-1820). She worked tirelessly to trace and document our family lineage, as well as doing research for countless other families. She has many published research books that carry her genealogy research for our family, of which I am now the caretaker and custodian.

It is my desire to fill in the missing pieces, correct inaccuracies and to provide family tree lineage for both sides of my family. This was my mother's dying wish, that her work continue and live on for our family. So now, the task of maintaining and furthering the family histories falls to me. I wish to enrich my family histories online so that they may live into the future, for all to enjoy.

If there are any pictures that I have posted and you would like to use in them in your private trees or postings elsewhere, feel free please to use them. I only ask that you give me credit for their origination as almost all of them are of my family members.

In 1995, I moved to Henderson, Nevada, with my husband. I was born in Fairbury, Nebraska, and my parents then moved when I was a year old to Beatrice Nebr, and then to Fremont, Nebraska, when I was 3 years old, which is where I grew up and lived almost half my adult life, before moving to Omaha, Nebraska. My roots in Nebraska run deep.

It is my goal to honor my family tree heritage by sharing biographies, pictures, historical documents, and lineage information on both sides of my family.

I will gladly transfer non-family memorials to any family member or descendant who requests a transfer, regardless of the general transfer guidelines which recommend the four-generation rule. I believe that these memorials should be in the care of family or caring friends, when possible. I lovingly care for non-relative memorials as if they were part of my own family, as best I can. Please don't hesitate to ask.

I will accept transfers of all memorials, including fallen gravers and those who no longer wish to maintain their memorials, whatever the reason. This is the main reason that I manage so many memorials, they have come to me from many different circumstances. As a volunteer, I feel obliged to to so. These memorials will be cared for, not ignored.

My father was a veteran and so is my husband, so I have a soft spot for veterans of all wars. They deserve to be recognized, thanked, honored and respected for their service to our country. We live in the best country in the world, thanks to these veterans. If you want to appropriately honor a service person and follow his/her military customs, courtesies, protocols, (and federal law), there are two instances in which a military rank should be applied as a prefix:
1) The person died while on active duty
2) The person served a full career in the military

One final thought....
It is important to record the past so that fond and precious memories are not lost for future generations. It is an honor and a privilege to care for these memorials. Remember.... a family tree will wither and die if no-one tends to its roots!

We will continue to Live as long as we are Remembered!
++++++++

I found this on another FAG contributor's site:
The author was listed as 'Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur'

A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us, begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others, I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence; remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed newspapers, family archives, bibles and albums. We find them, and in finding them - we find ourselves!