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We will Live as long as we are remembered




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.  To me, 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 am I and why do 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 they fought to make and keep us a Nation.

It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. 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 them and they are us.  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 their 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 put flesh on the bones.

Borrowed from the Beattie Project Newsletter
Author unknown


Harry Henry Moore

Esther Lillian Clark

Parents of Harry

Parents of Esther


George E Moore

Etta Orr

Fred A. Clark

Lizzie M. Erickson
Parents of George Parents of Etta Parents of Fred Parents of Lizzie
Photos not available
Patrick Moore Norah McMahon John Orr Julia Hoyt John Clark Esther Palmer Lars Erickson Troen Jonsdatter
Parents of Patrick Parents of Norah Not available Parents of John Parents of Esther Parents of Lars Parents of Froen
Photo not available Photo not available Photos not available *James & Phoebe Clark Click here Roswell Palmer
Click Here
Photo not available Photo not available


*Note: Photos of James & Phoebe Clark, above, were identified by John Clark's granddaughter, Kathleen Crockett Van Fleet, who died in 1990 at age 99. She was reasonably sure these were the parents of John Clark.


For further information on each family, click on the above link and locate the particular ancestor in the index under their surname, then by their first name.
(please note: the photographs in the Surname Index sections are not available).

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