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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.
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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. "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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We've been researching
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Archives, but once the internet exploded with genealogy, many more doors
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