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 storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before us cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am, and why 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.
I have always been drawn to cemeteries ever since I was little. That love of forgotten and abandoned cemeteries grew as I got older and as I got into the art of genealogy. As I locate the people I am researching, I try to preserve the stones (if old) with rubbings and/or pictures and try to share on this website. As I upload pictures, just know that I am not trying to step on any one's toes or being disrespectful. I love to research those I find as to me it feels like they want their stories retold. To most people, cemeteries are quiet and peaceful…to me… it's hard to explain…but I'm pulled and steered to find out their stories.

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 storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before us cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am, and why 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.
I have always been drawn to cemeteries ever since I was little. That love of forgotten and abandoned cemeteries grew as I got older and as I got into the art of genealogy. As I locate the people I am researching, I try to preserve the stones (if old) with rubbings and/or pictures and try to share on this website. As I upload pictures, just know that I am not trying to step on any one's toes or being disrespectful. I love to research those I find as to me it feels like they want their stories retold. To most people, cemeteries are quiet and peaceful…to me… it's hard to explain…but I'm pulled and steered to find out their stories.