I have been researching my family history for many years which includes Wood, Ashmead, Rupe, Morris, and of course many more up the line. We have always visited cemeteries first with my Grandma Dora Rupe and my Mom Peggy Wood. It has been a tradition in our family to visit our family cemeteries and it carries on with my brothers and my daughter & granddaughter.

Also my husband's family which are Mattingley, Harper, Albright, & Ellison.

Any of the pictures I have taken please feel free to use (these are taken for you and your family). Also if I manage any memorial of your family members, I will be happy to transfer them to family members as long as I am not related also.

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled 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
So many 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.

Walter Butler Palmer (1906)
FAG Memorial# 87759950

I have been researching my family history for many years which includes Wood, Ashmead, Rupe, Morris, and of course many more up the line. We have always visited cemeteries first with my Grandma Dora Rupe and my Mom Peggy Wood. It has been a tradition in our family to visit our family cemeteries and it carries on with my brothers and my daughter & granddaughter.

Also my husband's family which are Mattingley, Harper, Albright, & Ellison.

Any of the pictures I have taken please feel free to use (these are taken for you and your family). Also if I manage any memorial of your family members, I will be happy to transfer them to family members as long as I am not related also.

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled 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
So many 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.

Walter Butler Palmer (1906)
FAG Memorial# 87759950