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It has taken me some years to get the information that I am going to post to this site and I hope that you will be patient with me. There are a lot of things that will leave you hanging and I hope that if there is anyone out there that might be able to shed some light on any family member you will feel free to contact me with the information. This is one of the reasons this is being made public.
There are some interesting people that I will be telling stories about in months and years to come, so, sit back and take a ride on this journey of the Hoxter Family members.
I AM THE CHOSEN
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 cry out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do.
In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do 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 accomlish, 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.
It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to five us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach.
That we might be born who we are: That we might remember them. So we do!
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my famil. It is up to that one caloled in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory r greet those whom we had never known before.
I AM THE CHOSEN WAS SCRIPTED BY AN UNKNOWN AUTHOR BUT IT SPEAKS FOR ME IN MY QUEST
FRAN
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