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Lovin' Genealogy
We are so please you dropped in to check us out. We have been 'doing' genealogy for more than 30 years! You'd think after all that time, we'd have all the answers! Not even close. We are always looking for new cousins and related families. Please let us know how you fit into our puzzle. The following text is filler text. You will use your text here. Wisi nim admin im veniam, quis nostrud. In atsvulpate velt esse meleste at semper manet sola. Ut lacreet dolore magna. Wisi e nim admin im veniam, quis nostrud. In atsvulpate velt esse meleste at semper manet sola. Ut lacreet dolore magna. Wisi e nim admin im veniam, quis nostrud. In atsvulpate velt esse meleste at semper manet sola.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia
and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove
right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life
One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn't listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek.
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.
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