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Lovin' Genealogy
Our Family
We are happy you dropped in! We hope you find common ancestors in our 'labor of love'. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again. To tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before.
We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, 'You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us.'. How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am, and why I do the things I do.
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Bones of My Bone
It
goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and
indifference and saying - I can't let this happen. The bones here are
bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something
about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to
accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today.
It goes
to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or
giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their
family. It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to
make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding
that they were doing it for us.
A Scribed Called
It
is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us
birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as
far back as we can reach. That we might be born who we are. That we
might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each
fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of
who we are.
So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my
family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer
the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those
young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those who we
had never known before.
by Della M. Cummings Wright;
Rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson; Edited
and Reworded by Tom Dunn, 1943.
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