Wheeler and Brown FamiliesUpdated May 8, 2010 |
I have been researching my family for the last year. I need assistance from anyone that might wish to help me. Please feel free to contact me with any errors or if you would wish to have your name or family removed from this site. It has been wonderful finding family and friends during this odessy and I hope to find more in the future. My father did not know much about his family, other than what his mother's maiden name was. He only remembered bits and pieces about his father's family. He only knew that they were from Tennessee. He was very young when his mother passed away and he had missed her so much. I remember him talking about her when I was a child. I felt it was time that we find our roots. We started in Tennessee, our families grew, spread as twigs on a tree and then turned to branches, with every branch becoming another family. Our humble beginnings, the hardships and pain of the Civil War. The loss of those we loved, the thought of those that we never knew. I want to know those that came before, those not mentioned in this family tree. I reach far and wide to find my line. England, Ireland, where did it all start? Life, so short. Let us all remember those before and love those that are today. I found the following poems in a website on the net. I love them both and they are much as I feel. Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest Neglected and alone The name and date are chiseled out On polished marble 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 one of us are cells of you In flesh and blood and 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 much I wonder how you lived and loved I wonder if you knew That someday I will find this spot And come to visit you. Author Unknown 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 babiesSnatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages Today we saw where the grandparents lay In the last of their time Lying under the tress and cloudsTheir beds kissed by the sun and wind. Today we wondered about a unmarked spotWho lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indications could be found Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay We had been there once before On a day we'd 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 Foe stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust By: Thelma Green Reagan |
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Danetta J Harper
Galena, KS 66739 United States
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