William Henry was the son of John and Octavia S. Traynham Posey. He came to Texas sometime before January 1894. He married Mary Willie McClure on 14 January 1894 in Lamar County, Texas.
They had two sons, John Wesley (Johnny) and William David, who was known as (Willie or Bill). They lived in the Ben Franklin/Harmon area of Lamar County.
William Henry is buried next to his mother and father-in-law, Robert Wesley and Elizabeth Ann Gose McClure at Hickory Grove Cemetery, Petty, Lamar County, Texas.
I would like to know more about my grandfather. If you know anything about him contact Crackers, please.
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out on polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care; It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse; entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
They had two sons, John Wesley (Johnny) and William David, who was known as (Willie or Bill). They lived in the Ben Franklin/Harmon area of Lamar County.
William Henry is buried next to his mother and father-in-law, Robert Wesley and Elizabeth Ann Gose McClure at Hickory Grove Cemetery, Petty, Lamar County, Texas.
I would like to know more about my grandfather. If you know anything about him contact Crackers, please.
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out on polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care; It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse; entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
William Henry was the son of John and Octavia S. Traynham Posey. He came to Texas sometime before January 1894. He married Mary Willie McClure on 14 January 1894 in Lamar County, Texas.
They had two sons, John Wesley (Johnny) and William David, who was known as (Willie or Bill). They lived in the Ben Franklin/Harmon area of Lamar County.
William Henry is buried next to his mother and father-in-law, Robert Wesley and Elizabeth Ann Gose McClure at Hickory Grove Cemetery, Petty, Lamar County, Texas.
I would like to know more about my grandfather. If you know anything about him contact Crackers, please.
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out on polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care; It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse; entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
They had two sons, John Wesley (Johnny) and William David, who was known as (Willie or Bill). They lived in the Ben Franklin/Harmon area of Lamar County.
William Henry is buried next to his mother and father-in-law, Robert Wesley and Elizabeth Ann Gose McClure at Hickory Grove Cemetery, Petty, Lamar County, Texas.
I would like to know more about my grandfather. If you know anything about him contact Crackers, please.
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out on polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care; It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse; entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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