I started gathering Family Tree information as a child from my grandparents and have been into genealogy for over fifty years having volunteered many years ago in the "Greene County Room", Ohio with the fabulous Mentor Julie Overton. Dr. William Stemper, Oxford, was also a friend and coach who is sadly missed. He was a Fellow, The Royal Society of Arts, London with a Coat of Arms granted by the Royal College of Arms from the Crown of England.Please note, Don't believe everything you see on a cemetery tombstone even if it is carved in stone! This applies to funeral home records, death certificates, and other death records as well. The information is only as reliable as the person who provided it. My photos may not be used for any Commercial purposes. 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'd 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.-Author Unknown

I started gathering Family Tree information as a child from my grandparents and have been into genealogy for over fifty years having volunteered many years ago in the "Greene County Room", Ohio with the fabulous Mentor Julie Overton. Dr. William Stemper, Oxford, was also a friend and coach who is sadly missed. He was a Fellow, The Royal Society of Arts, London with a Coat of Arms granted by the Royal College of Arms from the Crown of England.Please note, Don't believe everything you see on a cemetery tombstone even if it is carved in stone! This applies to funeral home records, death certificates, and other death records as well. The information is only as reliable as the person who provided it. My photos may not be used for any Commercial purposes. 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'd 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.-Author Unknown