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Not only do I research his family and mine, I also research other families and try to connect them to who they belong. This is my "community service" to others, so that future descendants, may find, and know, their ancestors. I feel this is my calling.
I am the daughter of Roy Anderson Wikle (1924-2008) and Delois Lillie (Spradling) Berry Wikle Howe born 1948 in Marietta, OK.
I found this on another FAG contributor's site:
Author was listed as Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur
A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us, begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence; remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed newspapers, family archives, and albums. We find them, and in finding them - we find ourselves.
Not only do I research his family and mine, I also research other families and try to connect them to who they belong. This is my "community service" to others, so that future descendants, may find, and know, their ancestors. I feel this is my calling.
I am the daughter of Roy Anderson Wikle (1924-2008) and Delois Lillie (Spradling) Berry Wikle Howe born 1948 in Marietta, OK.
I found this on another FAG contributor's site:
Author was listed as Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur
A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us, begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence; remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed newspapers, family archives, and albums. We find them, and in finding them - we find ourselves.
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