We are the chosen,           
                           The Story Tellers.

My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the
ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the
family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, doing
genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing lives into
all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have
one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before
cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find
ourselves.

How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many
times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud
of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was
love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes
to who I am and why I do the things I do? It goes to seeing a cemetery about to
be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, I can't let this happen.
The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing
something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to
accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today.

It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or
giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It
goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a
deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us that we might be
born who we are; that we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and
scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are us. So,
as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called
in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line
of family story tellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what
calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.
(Unknown Author)

Although these are written by othjers, they cover how I feel. 
I welcome all corrections & will duly note & make changes where possible. 
Please make sure to include your sources.

MY HISTORY! by  ZoAnn Simmons (no relation)
    No book is entirely perfect
 For errors will creep in;
 Sometimes wrong information is sent
 By someone's nearest kin.
    And even printers make mistakes
 For which they tear their hair.
 Sometimes two people disagree
 On who or when or where.
    It might have been the person
 Who wrote the history;
 It might have been the typist,
 Or blame can fall on me.
  So, if you're dead before you're born,
 Or married when you're three,
 Or I've omitted anyone
 Who sent themselves to me!
    Or your last name is not your own,
 Your picture not too good,
 I ask you, Please forgive me.
 I did the best I could!

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Hugs,
Claudia