Crying, Wondering

Crying, Wondering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sit here crying and wondering

What was my life about;

Seems existence was screaming

The words I couldn't shout.

 

Inside, I look out upon

The world which I, once, fled

And know that to move on

You must walk amongst the dead.

 

My eyes cry for my history

That, only in part, I have known;

My world has been a mystery

Of things I've not been shown.

 

I can, only, give to my children

What I can, now, remember

And hope they find peace within

To know that I, they, feel familiar. 

 

Walk with those who have died;

Understand whom you are inside;

Being part of all that never died,

Making them alive whom, also, cried .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Ancestry

A Story by Susie Q

"Memories of Days Gone By"

 

       On this sad day of reflection,when a horrible event happened to so many families,

it changed their family history and the history of our country. It brings to my mind why

I am so grateful to computer technology to be able to bring my own family history more than hundred years ago for me to share with my children and future generations.

       Just to be able to research our family history is an awsome thing that I never even

imagined. Some things are very sad and some happy but there are things we may have

never thought some of our family might do. We may have heard over the years about a

grandfather and his family and that he was a blacksmith on the railroad so many years ago

but then found out that his father was a blacksmith. There was a great-grandfather on

the other side that was a blacksmith.

        To be able to look up the history, a place in another state where one of our parents

lived long ago. To find one of the settlers in that place was the father to a special lady

that married an uncle. To find that my dads half brother died at age 20, leaving a wife

and three month old baby after a horrific accident where he worked and to learn his own

father died just 20 years before. His mother would have been a widow in her early twenties when he was just a baby, leaving her with him and his three year old brother to raise. She remarried years later and was the mother to my father and his siblings, my  grandmother.

 A great-grandmother and her brother died the same day in different places.

        I probably have  been told of some family history but when I was a child and over

many years we forget. With the help of the U.S. Federal Census, information from a

library in an ancestors hometown  or obituary we can find so much information.

It is so rewarding to find out about our ancestors.

        If you might be interested there is a program on TV "Who Do You Think You Are" and

it tells stories of celebrities searching for their ancesters. Another program worth watching

if it is shown in your area called "History Detectives."

© 2011 Susie Q

I haven't written anything for awhile so I hope you will excuse mistakes and thank you for reading. Instead of playing games I hold family history close to my heart. I hope this piece doesn't bore anyone. Give it a try sometime!

Author's Note

Written for my mother, Susie Q of this web-site, whom has been recording our family history!

My grandmother, Lillian May (my middle name) Miller, journalled her years during The Great Depression, with shopping receipts, etc. She left us history.

My mother, with the help of my grandmother's diary, a family Bible, obituaries, news clippings, and other family records, is going further.

My youngest daughter, Sarah Amanda Fletterich Waite of this site, was named after her great, great, great grandmother, Sarah Amanda Caler, who rests at White Oak Cementary in Pennsylvania.

The passing on of names is like passing on family history, too; my grandfather, Walter Harold Miller, his son and my uncle, Walter Albert Miller, my brother, Walter Charles Tufts, and my nephew and my brother's son, Walter William Tufts.

My mother has found it confusing, at times, because my grandfather was Walter Harold Miller and my grandmother's maiden name was Lillian May Miller. A lot of Millers there, many with the same first names. LOL!!

Sarah is, currently, with child. She plans to name her Jessie Wynn. Jessie was her father's grandmother, whose works hang in the Cleveland Museum of Art. Wynn, after my father's grandfather, Winchester Tufts.

I am starting to understand who I am!

P.S. Sorry, Mom, for the original misspelling of my great, great grandmother's last name as Kaylor. I am not as good at this stuff as you!

Reviews

[Susie Q]

This is an awesome honor to me and our family as I sit here crying and wondering what more I can find out about us. When I come up with something new on ancestry I become addicted to look for more. You always amaze me how you come up with something so close to the heart. Thank you, Mom

[Tate Morgan]

It is a wondrous thing to be able to see from where we came.However that said it is a great opportunity top chronicle our lives for the future generations of our clans

[Judy Ponceby]

This is just a wonderful look at family, and how much it means to each of us. Our history can define us or inspire us in so many ways. Beautifully done both of you! I sense a lot of family pride :)

[Black Cat Fever]

A very moving poem and I like the history part, its always nice to know who are ancestors were since its part of our life story, good or bad.

[Sakib]

I read your mother's story. It was great. And this poem is also great. It's really touching and evocative. Great write, my friend. :)

[Lily Mae]

Your Lillian Mae sounds like a beautiful woman. Strong in belief and in life, hard but soft. A tribute to the times and the struggles they all endured. Thanks you for sharing her and your family with all of us..xo

[Norma M Sutton]

This is lovely. We are only a compilation of historical parts.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is beautiful work. I really enjoyed it.

[Chris]

Good words - with a wealth of meaning.