This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------36410D55912C19636D30D3E1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --------------36410D55912C19636D30D3E1 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: <OHMEIGS-L-request@rootsweb.com> Received: from bl-11.rootsweb.com ([204.212.38.27]) by roadrunner.neo.lrun.com (Post.Office MTA v3.5.2 release 221 ID# 0-53939U80000L80000S0V35) with ESMTP id com for <epm1812@neo.rr.com>; Sun, 30 May 1999 17:56:59 -0400 Received: (from slist@localhost) by bl-11.rootsweb.com (8.9.3/8.9.3) id OAA04510; Sun, 30 May 1999 14:54:35 -0700 (PDT) Resent-Date: Sun, 30 May 1999 14:54:35 -0700 (PDT) Message-ID: <3751B30B.68D3C69E@neo.rr.com> Date: Sun, 30 May 1999 17:52:11 -0400 From: "Morehouse,Paul" <epm1812@neo.rr.com> X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.5 [en] (Win98; U) X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Old-To: OHGALLIA-L@rootsweb.com, OHMEIGS-L@rootsweb.com, OHCOLUMB-L@rootsweb.com, MOREHOUSE-L@rootsweb.com, Pearle Allen <pmal295@aol.com>, Scott Baker <hsbaker@udata.com>, Lorene Fort <fort@paola-online.net>, Robert Farling <RFSAR1stVP@aol.com>, Ruluff McIntyre <GXSC54A@prodigy.com>, Henny Evans <hcevans@eurekanet.com>, Dot Campbell <dotcam@eurekanet.com>, Tom Neel <ogs@ogs.org> Subject: Memorial Day Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Resent-Message-ID: <VkhuYB.A.VFB.ZObU3@bl-11.rootsweb.com> To: OHMEIGS-L@rootsweb.com Resent-From: OHMEIGS-L@rootsweb.com X-Mailing-List: <OHMEIGS-L@rootsweb.com> archive/latest/587 X-Loop: OHMEIGS-L@rootsweb.com Precedence: list Resent-Sender: OHMEIGS-L-request@rootsweb.com X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 Saw this poem in a letter to the Editor of the West Side Leader(suburban Akron, Ohio), and it pretty well sums up why genealogists have such a soft spot in their hearts for old cemeteries. The Recording of a Cemetery by Thelma Greene Reagan Today we walked where others walked On a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled. Today our hearts were touched By graves of tiny babies; Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages. Today we saw where the grandparents lay In the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds - Their beds kissed by the sun and wind. Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hollowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found. Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before On a day we'd all like to forget, But will remember forever more. Today we recorded for kith and kin The graves of ancestors past; To be treasured for generations hence, A record we hope will last. Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust And generations of folks yet to come Will be grateful for your trust. Thanks to letter writer Peter Schueler, Sr., for caring enough about abandoned and neglected cemeteries to include this in his letter. It's powerful. Paul Morehouse --------------36410D55912C19636D30D3E1--