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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.
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."
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."
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