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I will transfer anyone not related to my family. No matter how far the distance! I am not a grave counter. I do this for pleasure and the gift of finding more relatives.

The headstone photos & personal photos I have posted are free for anyone to use as long it is not for FamilySearch.com, ancestry.com or profit.

Thank you to all the contributors who have graciously transferred family memorials.

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone.
The names and dates are chiseled out, on marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care, it is to late to morn.
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, 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 have loved you so.
I wonder if you knew, that someday I would come and visit you.

Author Unknown

Click on "Edit" and select "Suggest a Correction or Provide Additional Information" to suggest changes or request transfers.

I will transfer anyone not related to my family. No matter how far the distance! I am not a grave counter. I do this for pleasure and the gift of finding more relatives.

The headstone photos & personal photos I have posted are free for anyone to use as long it is not for FamilySearch.com, ancestry.com or profit.

Thank you to all the contributors who have graciously transferred family memorials.

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone.
The names and dates are chiseled out, on marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care, it is to late to morn.
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, 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 have loved you so.
I wonder if you knew, that someday I would come and visit you.

Author Unknown