My family notebooks are large white notebooks with a plastic front piece where you can slip a picture or poem. Here is a copy of mine. I have the poem
The Recording of a Cemetary
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill
Today we talked where others cried
For loved Ones whose lives are stilled
Today our hearts were touched
By Graves of tiny babies
Snatched from the arms of loving kin
In the heartbreak of the ages
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time
Lying under the trees and clouds
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child , young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here here once before.
On a day we'd all like to forget.
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be treasured for generations hence.
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it my friend.
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
by Thelma Greene Reagan
Surrounding this is pictures of headstones of some family.
As I do my searches they are always near even if they are gone from me for now.
I hope that all I have done will someday be treasured by my future generations. So much of today is emails and text messages. Nothing is recorded for our future generations. We need to record what is happening today with pictures and notes so that their will be something of us when we are gone.
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