So grateful to my family for such a rich history. I am a Blackwell, Tyler, Collier, Lyle, Dent and more just on my mom's father's side of the Blackwells. Going back to Joseph Blackwell (1636) King's Surveyor. This has made me want to cross the pond for more family history.

While exploring the Thompsons and Caprons on my maternal grandmother's side, I have discovered my 3rd great grandfather Silas Burt Thompson was a bodyguard to Lincoln during the Civil War. My second great grandfather on the Thompson side was Clovis Leander Thompson educator and Superintendent at Lincoln Normal School in Alabama married to Mary Elizabeth Phillips Thompson, the beloved principal of LNS.

Needless to say, I'm addicted to ancestry. I am a photo bug so if you need a picture from my location, please email, it may take a while but I will do my best to get it for you.

If anyone has any information on a Thomas Bascom Moss born about 1858 and married Margaret C Harris please reach out to me, thank you in advance!

Reposted from: STEVE BEATY "The Savannah Phantom" profile page. RIP Steve Beaty.

HE ONLY DESERVES TO BE REMEMBERED BY POSTERITY, WHO TREASURES AND PRESERVES THE HISTORY OF HIS ANCESTORS...

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THIS IS A CEMETERY

Lives are commemorated - deaths are recorded - families are reunited - memories are made tangible - and life is undisguised. This is a cemetery.

Communities accord respect, families bestow reverence, historians seek information and our heritage is thereby enriched.

Testimonies of devotions, pride and remembrance are carved in stone to pay warm tribute to accomplishments and to the life - not death - of a loved one. The cemetery is a homeland for family memorials that are a sustaining source of comfort to the living.

A cemetery is a history of people - a personal record of yesterday and a sanctuary of peace and quiet today.

A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering - ALWAYS.

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The Recording of A Cemetery

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 hallowed 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 preserved 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.

by Thelma Greene Reagan