Wheeler and Brown FamiliesUpdated May 8, 2010
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My father did not know much about his family, other than what his mother's maiden name was. He only remembered bits and pieces about his father's family. He only knew that they were from Tennessee. He was very young when his mother passed away and he had missed her so much. I remember him talking about her when I was a child. I felt it was time that we find our roots.
We started in Tennessee, our families grew, spread as twigs on a tree and then turned to branches, with every branch becoming another family. Our humble beginnings, the hardships and pain of the Civil War. The loss of those we loved, the thought of those that we never knew.
I want to know those that came before, those not mentioned in this family tree. I reach far and wide to find my line. England, Ireland, where did it all start?
Life, so short. Let us all remember those before and love those that are today.
I found the following poems in a website on the net. I love them both and they are much as I feel.
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble 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 one of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor..the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so much
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I will find this spot
And come to visit you.
Today we walked where others walked
on a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
for loved ones whose lives are stilled
Today our hearts were touched
by graves of tiny babiesSnatchedfrom the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last of their time
Lying under the tress and cloudsTheir beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about a unmarked spotWho lies beneath this hallowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indications could be found
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay
We had been there once before
On a day we'd like to forget
But will remember forever more
Today we recorded for Kith and Kin
the graves of ancestors past
To be preserved for generations hence
a record we hope will last
Cherish it my friend; preserve it, my friend
Foe stones sometimes crumble to dust
and generations of folks yet to come
will be grateful for your trust
By: Thelma Green Reagan