Bio
Hi, my name is Ash. I'm originally from Louisiana, my husband originally from Maryland. We lived in Pennsylvania for 6 years. We now live in South Carolina. My husband and I have been working on our trees for years and it's one of our deepest passions to research and learn about our Ancestors.
During our spare time, we like to help others by taking on photo requests of the headstone/resting places.
If I have a memorial page you'd like to have, please message me and let me know your relation to the person. I'm more than happy to hand over any pages I have that myself or my husband are not related to, over to a family member.
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Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble 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 and blood and 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 how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
-Walter Butler Palmer
Hi, my name is Ash. I'm originally from Louisiana, my husband originally from Maryland. We lived in Pennsylvania for 6 years. We now live in South Carolina. My husband and I have been working on our trees for years and it's one of our deepest passions to research and learn about our Ancestors.
During our spare time, we like to help others by taking on photo requests of the headstone/resting places.
If I have a memorial page you'd like to have, please message me and let me know your relation to the person. I'm more than happy to hand over any pages I have that myself or my husband are not related to, over to a family member.
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Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble 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 and blood and 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 how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
-Walter Butler Palmer