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| DEAR ANCESTOR Your tombstone stands among the rest Neglected and alone The name and date have worn off The weathered marble stone It reaches out to all who care It's now too late to mourn You did not know that I'd exist You died...and I was born Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in Blood, in Bone Our hearts contract and beat a pulse Entirely not our own Dear Ancestor, the place you filled Some hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so I wonder how you lived and loved I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this place And come to visit you Author Anonymous |
| A GENEALOGIST'S PRAYER Lord, help me dig into the past And sift the sands of time That I might find the roots that made This family tree of mine. Lord, help me trace the ancient roads On which my fathers trod, And led them through so many lands To find our present sod. Lord, help me find an ancient book Or dust manuscript, That's safely hidden now away In some forgotten crypt. Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts My soul when I can't find, The missing link between some name That ends the same as mine. Author Anonymous |
| THE RECORDING OF A CEMETARY 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 hollowed ground? 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 treasured for generations hence, A record we hope will last. Cherish it, my friend;l preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust And generations of folks yet to come Will be grateful for your trust. By Thelma Greene Reagan |
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| Background music is called Friends |
| Top 10 Indicators That You've Become a Gene-Aholic You introduce your daughter as your descendent You've never met any of the people you send e-mail to, even though you're related You can recite your lineage back eight generations, but can't remember your nephew's name You have more photographs of dead people than living ones. You've not only read the latest GEDCOM standard, but also you understand it. The local genealogy society borrows books from you. The only film you've seen in the last year was the 1851 census index. More than half of your CD collection is made up of marriage records or pedigrees Your elusive ancestor has been spotted in more different places than Elvis. |
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