Remember Robin's lament last week??? Mindvoice wrote: > Doncha'all wish those darn families would stay put long enuff jest so you > could get em down on paper before they wander off all over the countryside???? > Didn't they know I would be looking for them eventually??? It would've been > nice if they'd left a little note behind at the Courthouse telling me they > were moving away for awhile and would be back..or never be back. :{ Didn't > they think I would miss them?? How could they run off to a Gold Rush without > telling anyone?? Why didn't they leave a list of all the families in the Wagon > trains when they decided to load up and sneak out of Stone Co without telling > me??? They could've at least left an arrow pointing in the direction they were > headed!!! I've waited for over a hundred years to look for them..and they jest > slipped away!! Why didn't they wait for me??? I wonder if they see me haunting > the cemeteries in search for them? I wonder if they know I'm trying to find > them?? If ya see em..would ya tell em I'm trying to find em?? Robin Heres a poem by Wayne Hand, that says it best!!! Kinsman Alas, my elusive kinsman You.ve led me quite a chase I thought I'd found your courthouse But the Yankees burned the place. You always kept your bags packed Although you had no fame, and Just for the fun of it Twice you changed your name. You never owned any man, or At least I found no bills In spite of eleven offsprings You never left a will. They say our name's from Europe Came state side on a ship I'm the only one looking Another searcher I can't find I pray(maybe that's his fathers name) As I go out of my mind. They said you had a headstone In a shady plot I've been there twenty times, and Can't even find the lot. You never wrote a letter Your Bible we can't find It's probably in some attic Out of sight and out of mind. You first married a ....Smith And just to set the tone The other four were Sarahs And everyone a Jones. You cost me two fortunes One of which I did not have My wife, my house and Fido God, how I miss that yellow lab. But somewhere you sliped up, Ole Boy, Somewhere you left a track And if I don't find you this year Well.....Next year I'll be back! (original poem by Wayne Hand, 1999) Sometimes poetry says it best!!! Thanks Wayne!!! Good luck to all of us!!