Our Genealogy Society
We can't forget that our ancestors had dreams for their own lives which also included dreams for their families. They wanted good things for themselves and those they cared about. Sometimes they were successful, sometimes they weren't. Sometimes they had to run, sometimes they chose to stay. Sometimes they were good people, sometimes they weren't. Life was hard. Living was hard. Still is.
The sands of time keep slipping through our fingertips just like it slipped through our ancestors' fingertips. Sometimes we're so wrapped up in what we want our future to be that we overlook the present and the people that are here with us now. We need to tell ourselves to slow down and savor the moments now.
We can never go back and neither could our ancestors. They did the best they could with what life gave them. This is their story as defined by their choices and other choices made for them which were beyond their control. ~Marsha 2023
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.
Below are some of the common surnames in our database. If you don't see your surname, use the Surnames page or the Search to find your particular family tree.
The Families below will have a link from the Family name to where ever you want it. You can let me know if you want the button to be blue or gold. I think one color for the sidebar and the other color for the Branches. I think all gold is too much.
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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Charlotte and her brother Sean immigrated from Ireland with their parents in the mid 1890's. Both of their parents died on the voyage so they lived with their mother's sister. Charlotte married John Jones in 1910.
Fred was one of the first people buried in Greenwood Cemetery. This cemetery is one of the oldest in the city. Many of our family members are buried there as early at 1868. Add information here about this cemetery. Where is the place located? Who lived there? What other details are interesting?
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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.
If you have something you would like to add or if you would like to submit documents for inclusion on this web, please let me know.
Surnames are here