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I have been doing genealogy research for  20 years now and I am enjoying it as immensely today as when I first began.  The facts that are "unearthed", (no pun intended), are so interesting and you begin to almost feel your ancestors' presence.  

My brothers and I made a trip to Arkansas a few years ago and finally got to visit our Grandfather and Grandmother WALKER's graves.  We never knew where the graves were located.  While standing at their headstones, it was as if I had finally gotten to meet them.  What a wonderful feeling.  I have gotten to "know", in a way, the grandparents I never really knew before, as well as great-aunts and great-uncles.  I have met many many cousins on the internet who just happened to find my site and was researching the same lines that I am.

Oh, there have been difficult times when I was ready to give up.  The old proverbial "brick walls" kept popping up, but then I would get a renewed motivation and resume my digging again.  I am at one of those brick walls right now, but I am determined to find who I'm looking for or, at the very least, find out WHY that person can't be found.  Sometimes your kin-folks seem to just vanish from the face of the earth for one reason or another.  They are out there, just hidden somewhere.

The hardest ones to locate seem to be the American Indians of every tribe.  There are some very good sites to get information on the different Indian Nations.  Just be very SURE of the information you gather.

The Surnames I am researching are: ADERHOLD/T, HAGGARD, MORRIS, LILLARD, OWENS, WALKER, and WHITE.  There are others linked to these name, but I am not researching them fully.

Enjoy yourself, good luck, and good hunting!

The following poem says it all!

 



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Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date 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 if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.

Author -Unknown

 

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