I began working on Genealogy in 1981 when it was Courthouses, Cemeteries, Pencils and Paper. The internet has opened many doors and Find A Grave makes it so much easier to find where family is buried. I try to make edits to connect family together and put correct information out there for others to find. I have worked on my Birth family, My ex husband's family with his sister and My adopted family. I think I love solving Puzzles. I live in Eastern North Carolina far away from my Mississippi Roots and someday soon I hope to cover cemeteries here nearby and get needed photos and help with requested photos. I will continue to use Find A Grave to find lost family members.

I have begun to manage Memorials mostly family after having to create several for family I have death certificates on. I will transfer any that a closer relation than me requests. I will make edits and work with anyone that wants to make sure information is correct. Send edits or use the message feature to contact me.

Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile. It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"

Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds -Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; To be preserved for generations hence, A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.

Thank you.

I began working on Genealogy in 1981 when it was Courthouses, Cemeteries, Pencils and Paper. The internet has opened many doors and Find A Grave makes it so much easier to find where family is buried. I try to make edits to connect family together and put correct information out there for others to find. I have worked on my Birth family, My ex husband's family with his sister and My adopted family. I think I love solving Puzzles. I live in Eastern North Carolina far away from my Mississippi Roots and someday soon I hope to cover cemeteries here nearby and get needed photos and help with requested photos. I will continue to use Find A Grave to find lost family members.

I have begun to manage Memorials mostly family after having to create several for family I have death certificates on. I will transfer any that a closer relation than me requests. I will make edits and work with anyone that wants to make sure information is correct. Send edits or use the message feature to contact me.

Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile. It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"

Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds -Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; To be preserved for generations hence, A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.

Thank you.