I am a retired elementary teacher/counselor and then administrator in Oklahoma. My husband,Bill, and I have 3 grown daughters, and 7 wonderful grandchildren ages 8-19.

I love music, reading, doing ancestry, and now finding old family graves! The main families I'm researching are: Nix, Winn, Wilson, Lemming, Adams, Jackson, Black, Green, Wright, Carlile, Cater, Barrier, Windsor, Marshall, Vega, Baez, Sotomora, Horton, Pendergraft, Vernon, Breecheen and Brooks.

My Paternal Grandmother, Maude Augusta Winn Nix, modeled for me the love and respect of family, and honor of attending funerals and respecting their gravesites, and ALWAYS preserving their memory! Thank you, Grandma! I love you and miss you so much!

Please feel welcome to use any of my pictures posted on Find a Grave. I posted them to share with you, and want you to feel welcome to use them anytime. If you "copy" my bios or personal writings of my relatives to anything public, like Ancestry.com, please give me writing credit!

SEPTEMBER 29, 2012
"Lost Nix Sisters" and their actual make-shift graves have been unknown to remaining family members for over 100 Years, and in their resting places at Shoal Creek Baptist Cemetery for over 140 years! Today, my Dad, Foy Garland Nix, turns 85 years old, and is the oldest living Nix Male of our Descendants. It is a day of celebration & joy to be able to tell him on his birthday that they are found, and back in the arms of family! This would not have been possible without prayer, gravers that care from the INCREDIBLE Find A Grave, graver & researcher, Henweigh of Florida, "Guardian Angels" in Shoal Creek, & My Beloved Aunt Guyetta Nix Cluck, professional researcher that led my way, held my hand, and gave me the information I needed to find our "Lost Aunts in Georgia." This is a great day of celebration in our family... for many blessed reasons. See Minnie Edithlee Nix (#79919150), Tulalia Maltilda Nix (#79919216) & Myrtle McLin "MC" Nix (#96696937) in Shoal Creek Baptist Cemetery, Cleveland, White County, Georgia.

Taken from Judy Brantley Wilson... a cousin?
THE STORY TELLERS by unknown
We are the chosen. My feelings are, 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. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but,instead, breathing life into all those 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.

BORROWED FROM RONDA BRUCE:

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled 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 of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in 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.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.

I am a retired elementary teacher/counselor and then administrator in Oklahoma. My husband,Bill, and I have 3 grown daughters, and 7 wonderful grandchildren ages 8-19.

I love music, reading, doing ancestry, and now finding old family graves! The main families I'm researching are: Nix, Winn, Wilson, Lemming, Adams, Jackson, Black, Green, Wright, Carlile, Cater, Barrier, Windsor, Marshall, Vega, Baez, Sotomora, Horton, Pendergraft, Vernon, Breecheen and Brooks.

My Paternal Grandmother, Maude Augusta Winn Nix, modeled for me the love and respect of family, and honor of attending funerals and respecting their gravesites, and ALWAYS preserving their memory! Thank you, Grandma! I love you and miss you so much!

Please feel welcome to use any of my pictures posted on Find a Grave. I posted them to share with you, and want you to feel welcome to use them anytime. If you "copy" my bios or personal writings of my relatives to anything public, like Ancestry.com, please give me writing credit!

SEPTEMBER 29, 2012
"Lost Nix Sisters" and their actual make-shift graves have been unknown to remaining family members for over 100 Years, and in their resting places at Shoal Creek Baptist Cemetery for over 140 years! Today, my Dad, Foy Garland Nix, turns 85 years old, and is the oldest living Nix Male of our Descendants. It is a day of celebration & joy to be able to tell him on his birthday that they are found, and back in the arms of family! This would not have been possible without prayer, gravers that care from the INCREDIBLE Find A Grave, graver & researcher, Henweigh of Florida, "Guardian Angels" in Shoal Creek, & My Beloved Aunt Guyetta Nix Cluck, professional researcher that led my way, held my hand, and gave me the information I needed to find our "Lost Aunts in Georgia." This is a great day of celebration in our family... for many blessed reasons. See Minnie Edithlee Nix (#79919150), Tulalia Maltilda Nix (#79919216) & Myrtle McLin "MC" Nix (#96696937) in Shoal Creek Baptist Cemetery, Cleveland, White County, Georgia.

Taken from Judy Brantley Wilson... a cousin?
THE STORY TELLERS by unknown
We are the chosen. My feelings are, 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. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but,instead, breathing life into all those 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.

BORROWED FROM RONDA BRUCE:

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled 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 of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in 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.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.