If you are family and want to help or learn more of the Kaeser line please email me. I have not posted photos because Ancestry copies photos to their website; since posting on memorials is now public. Understand as creators and managers, we do not have full control of the memorials per FG rules.
Also, I have a stalker. She has posted unwanted photos and information right or wrong to any memorials I currently manage. This has been reported to FG without positive results. She also creates new memorials and then they become merged with information she wishes.
PLEASE be cautious of ho is responding to these emails and posts: HCGS Ohio , various volunteers answer with no names. 1mcs1 the stalker.
Each of us are born into a "family" of one or many. Regardless of how or how many they influence our lives.
ONE OF MY STORIES..............................
WALKING THROUGH A CEMETERY
Is peaceful. Seeing art carvings on stones.
Ages of people and wondering their stories. Once as I was walking through an old cemetery for family I "heard a muffled voice" say "please help find my family". I turned around expecting a frail woman! No one was around. WOW! " Tell them I am here". I looked down and saw single grave of a young person. I took photo, wrote down name. No other graves with surname in cemetery according to sexton. I researched the name. Fortunately, it was a census year she died. I wrote down names and started the tree. Later down the line I found a living person who directed me to the family historian.
When I asked if the name was familiar, the answer was, "YES!". I explained my story. They cried. The family had been looking for generations. Story was the family was going west. The child, was ill so they stopped in a town for a year; while being treated. Unfortunately, the Child died and was buried. No one remembered what town or where. Just Ohio. I sent pictures of grave, house, church, and census (spelled wrong in census). You would think I would remember name, cemetery or something…. Guess my brained deleted info and filled it with another.
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE…
Message me for my story. Funniest ever.

If you are family and want to help or learn more of the Kaeser line please email me. I have not posted photos because Ancestry copies photos to their website; since posting on memorials is now public. Understand as creators and managers, we do not have full control of the memorials per FG rules.
Also, I have a stalker. She has posted unwanted photos and information right or wrong to any memorials I currently manage. This has been reported to FG without positive results. She also creates new memorials and then they become merged with information she wishes.
PLEASE be cautious of ho is responding to these emails and posts: HCGS Ohio , various volunteers answer with no names. 1mcs1 the stalker.
Each of us are born into a "family" of one or many. Regardless of how or how many they influence our lives.
ONE OF MY STORIES..............................
WALKING THROUGH A CEMETERY
Is peaceful. Seeing art carvings on stones.
Ages of people and wondering their stories. Once as I was walking through an old cemetery for family I "heard a muffled voice" say "please help find my family". I turned around expecting a frail woman! No one was around. WOW! " Tell them I am here". I looked down and saw single grave of a young person. I took photo, wrote down name. No other graves with surname in cemetery according to sexton. I researched the name. Fortunately, it was a census year she died. I wrote down names and started the tree. Later down the line I found a living person who directed me to the family historian.
When I asked if the name was familiar, the answer was, "YES!". I explained my story. They cried. The family had been looking for generations. Story was the family was going west. The child, was ill so they stopped in a town for a year; while being treated. Unfortunately, the Child died and was buried. No one remembered what town or where. Just Ohio. I sent pictures of grave, house, church, and census (spelled wrong in census). You would think I would remember name, cemetery or something…. Guess my brained deleted info and filled it with another.
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE…
Message me for my story. Funniest ever.