Last month Kristy Gravlin sent us a very sentimental poem about a descendant visiting the grave site of a distant ancestor. Would you know of a similar type poem, but one written from one of us to a future unknown descendant? Thanks, Dave Witthans 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 in 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

give credit, get it here: http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/m/y/n/Bernice-Mae-Mynhier-Kansas/index.html<http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/m/y/n/Bernice-Mae-Mynhier-Kansas/index.html> ----- Original Message ----- From: Dave Witthans<mailto:[email protected]> To: Chicago List Cook Illinois<mailto:[email protected]> Cc: Kristy Illinois Gravlin<mailto:[email protected]> ; .... valentine53179<mailto:[email protected]> ; Z Cook<mailto:[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, November 17, 2005 8:49 PM Subject: Know of a Poem from an Ancestor to a Future Descendant? Last month Kristy Gravlin sent us a very sentimental poem about a descendant visiting the grave site of a distant ancestor. Would you know of a similar type poem, but one written from one of us to a future unknown descendant? Thanks, Dave Witthans 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 in 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

Thanks for the info, Val. For those who may have trouble with the link, here is a single version: http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/m/y/n/Bernice-Mae-Mynhier-Kansas/index.html I sent a note to the author, Bernice Mae Mynhier, asking if she has written the opposite: "Dear Ancestor" vs "Dear Descendant" Dave Witthans ----- Original Message ----- From: .... valentine53179 To: [email protected] Sent: Thursday, November 17, 2005 8:12 PM Subject: [IL-CHICAGO] Re: Know of a Poem from an Ancestor to a Future Descendant? give credit, get it here: http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/m/y/n/Bernice-Mae-Mynhier-Kansas/index.html<http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/m/y/n/Bernice-Mae-Mynhier-Kansas/index.html> ----- Original Message ----- From: Dave Witthans<mailto:[email protected]> To: Chicago List Cook Illinois<mailto:[email protected]> Cc: Kristy Illinois Gravlin<mailto:[email protected]> ; .... valentine53179<mailto:[email protected]> ; Z Cook<mailto:[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, November 17, 2005 8:49 PM Subject: Know of a Poem from an Ancestor to a Future Descendant? Last month Kristy Gravlin sent us a very sentimental poem about a descendant visiting the grave site of a distant ancestor. Would you know of a similar type poem, but one written from one of us to a future unknown descendant? Thanks, Dave Witthans 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 in 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