Like many people, I realized much to late how important it is to leave behind the memories, stories,pictures and to put them down on paper before my parents and grandparents pasted on.....so I must dig piece by piece...to retrack their steps.
One of the things that sparked my interest in starting this project was a museum in Eastern Washington were I found this poem:
I lived here in the long ago
You do not know my name
But you have found my arrowheads
and fossil bones the game
The broken points I left behind
The bones I tossed aside
And cast by the seas of time
I vanished with the tide
Call it the irony of fate
But there alone remain
That tell the tale of ancient man
Whom roamed this western plain
I lived and hunted,loved and died..
The story of my day
Is told not by my treasures,but
By what I threw away.
by Gene Lindberg
Names found in our tree are as follows: Nickerson,Lawciaux,Scott,Rogers,Pugh,McGoldrick,Hendrickson,Keans
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