Mischelle Reichelt Kerry Kummrow

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I AM a born-again,

Blood-bought,

Spirit-filled,

Devil-chasin',

Tongue-talkin',

Rapture-watchin'

Child of the Most High!

Praise Him, raise Him high!


I wish I had known about this site years ago~ I love finding out history on my family and my husband's...... My family names are Reichelt, Frisby, Wanken, Vincent, Sandness, Carver, Favre. My husband's family names are Kummrow, Goodsell and Schermerhorn to name a few. I am also excited to be able to help others with pictures of gravestones.

I came across this poem and felt it very appropriate for here:


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.

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.


Author: Unknown

I AM a born-again,

Blood-bought,

Spirit-filled,

Devil-chasin',

Tongue-talkin',

Rapture-watchin'

Child of the Most High!

Praise Him, raise Him high!


I wish I had known about this site years ago~ I love finding out history on my family and my husband's...... My family names are Reichelt, Frisby, Wanken, Vincent, Sandness, Carver, Favre. My husband's family names are Kummrow, Goodsell and Schermerhorn to name a few. I am also excited to be able to help others with pictures of gravestones.

I came across this poem and felt it very appropriate for here:


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.

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.


Author: Unknown

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