"Will I be remembered as someone good
Who answered many calls,
Will I be remembered as a foolish heart
Who suffered many falls.
Will I be remembered by those I've loved
Long after the last one cries,
Will I be remembered by anyone
Long after my echo dies"

From the poem 'The Hazel Wood'

I have always been more interested in the ‘What was' than the ‘What will be'. From an early age I've been fascinated with cemeteries and would often go on a cemetery safari with my dad at a moments notice. Most of all (and probably like most) I have the greatest interest in those that swung in the branches of my family tree before me. Cemeteries are like libraries for such as these, unfortunately other then when they entered and exited, little is known about them outside of the family and then only for a short time, as those that knew them themselves disappear from our lives. I find this way too sad. There is a lifetime of information in the dash between the date of birth and death. We need to recount and remember them no matter how short or long or if they ever occupied our lives. Hoping to capture what I can about my family and also adding to this site the resting-places of those I do not know, so that perhaps you may find a piece of your past.

And remember my motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in
sideways; a great cigar in one hand and a fine single malt scotch in the other, body thoroughly used up and totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"