Cindy Stevenson

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For my information…. Volunteer Jeff Minnich ID#48484798 July 2025 became very nasty when I asked for support

for his suggested edit for Gail Franklin Linger. I did research the best I knew how and couldn't find what he wanted to be amended. He told me that I was lazy and said if he hadn't he wouldn't have made the suggestion. This person I do not want to have to deal with ever again.


My family tree research include: Ambrose, Hicks, Tyler, Vanscoy, Hart, Wilmoth, Jacobs, Beahn/Bean, Chrismore/Crismore, Stevenson, Zolton/Zoltan, Freeland


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 of 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.


-Walter Butler Palmer

For my information…. Volunteer Jeff Minnich ID#48484798 July 2025 became very nasty when I asked for support

for his suggested edit for Gail Franklin Linger. I did research the best I knew how and couldn't find what he wanted to be amended. He told me that I was lazy and said if he hadn't he wouldn't have made the suggestion. This person I do not want to have to deal with ever again.


My family tree research include: Ambrose, Hicks, Tyler, Vanscoy, Hart, Wilmoth, Jacobs, Beahn/Bean, Chrismore/Crismore, Stevenson, Zolton/Zoltan, Freeland


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 of 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.


-Walter Butler Palmer

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