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We are the chosen.
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.
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. 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."
Lillian is the daughter of Robert P. and Velma. She has a brother, Samuel, who is 10 years younger than Lillian.
Martha was the daughter of James A. Shall, Sr. and Martha Ann Mariah Shall. She was born in 1849 in Tennessee.
Claire Grace was the wife of Martin Savoy. She is the daughter of Ursin Grace.
Martin and Martha Smith married in 1936 in Louisiana. They had eight children.
We've been researching
this family name for over 30 years. I found lots of information at the State
Archives, but once the internet exploded with genealogy, many more doors
have been opened for me to research.
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