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Tombstones

October 21st 2007

My father and I went out yesterday to the old stone church and graveyard where our family members all go to be buried. I wanted to take pictures of all the tombstones, and look to see if my gggrandfather who came over from Germany was buried there. I was told the Church (a place my family has been involved in for ages) had documents relating to his death there. Eventually I plan to go and get copies of those, and see if they indicate what city in Germany he was born in. (To note, my father says the lines of Poland and Germany have since changed, which I will have to research).

Anyway, I found numerous tombstones. Several tombstone were so old that the lettering was worn off, or they were unmarked completely. We started on one corner of the graveyard and weaved our way in and out trying to decipher names (they all seemed group together by name which was helpful), but I couldn’t find any sign of my gggrandfather.

When we came around, I noticed this rather huge tombstone about 3 tombstone away from where we started. Upon closer inspection I saw that it was in fact my gggrandfathers tombstone, with his year of birth and death, and his wife buried next to him under a rather small tombstone.

And next to them was one of my grandmothers infant sisters (she was one of 15) that died during their infancy.

I don’t know why it was so exciting for me. I was so relieved and happy to find the tombstone, and I wonder why I never looked at it before considering how many times I’ve been to that graveyard. It was just right down the road from our old farm near the Reservoir. I almost had the feeling of being reconnected with my ancestors as I stood there looking at his name engraved in stone. So much that I almost teared up, and it was like I was being reunited with them. It was all very satisfying.

I took pictures and intend to start on a blog of my ancestry from both parents. And I certainly intend to go visit and honor my ancestors memories more often now that I know where their markings are.

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