Genealogy Chat

nudging for others who might have missed, this is the poem I'm taking with me sniff sniff here i go again!

Thanks Linda, for nudging it up. It is beautiful and I have printed it off too. Lynn: )

For Joan, I agree with you totally. My mother died 3 years ago and was cremated but we are lucky to have a local cemetery where ashes can be interred and a [flat] headstone erected. Of course I have done this, and bought the 'plot' so my father [now 86] will join her there when his time comes. My mother in law, a sprightly 81, has considered buying her plot there ready!! When she does die she will be interred there [her ashes] and we can also commemorate my father in law on the same stone despite the fact that he died in 1978 and had his ashes scattered elsewhere. The same applies to an elderly aunt whose husband died in Lincoln. We CAN commemorate them on a stone, regardless of where their ashes lie. Wendy

Thank you Janet and Fred, both poems are lovely and I have printed both off. Julia

lovely poems have saved them all. Ann

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Hi Just read the lovely poems on here and thought how appropriate they are. I often wonder what it would have been like to have known my ancestors beyond my grandparents. Would like to pass on my poem if you all don't mind. This is how I would like my son to remember me. You can shed tears that I have gone Or you can smile because I have lived. You can close your eyes and pray that I'll come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that I have left. Your heart may be empty because you cant see me Or you can be full of the love we shared. You can remember me and only that I' ve gone Or you can cherish my memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, Or do what I want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Ann

oh! lovely poems. i have copied!!

loved them all! joanne

Thanks for that. I read this post some time ago, and printed off the poem. On Friday my husband and I went up to Lincolnshire to visit some family graves, and it came to mind and seems so appropriate. It was very emotional, seeing all those names inscribed on memorials - event though they are my husband's family, not mine. Somehow, they're not just names any more, but real people. It was particularly poignant to see three children from the same family buried together - a 14-year old and (presumably) twins who died 'in infancy'. What those poor parents must have gone through, to lose three children. It doesn't bear thinking about - but they just had to get on with life, I guess. Thanks again for the poem. It is very meaningful.

Am in bits here trying to see the screen through tears. when i started researching did not realise how emotional i would feel. When i found out my grandad was born wrong side of the blanket as they say in a workhouse i cried all day. Hope my great gran knows what a lovely man he turned out to be. He died in 1949 and cannot find his grave strong possibility he was cremated my gran died in 1955 and she was cremated so i got no where to go to place flowers ... feel very sad xxxx

Ann just read your poem and jusst want to thank you for it ... tis 5 years next Thursday since my son died and reading it it is how he would want me to be .... but god it is so hard xxx

Bumped for all who may not have seen this before.

The Old Scrapbook It speaks of times now long ago In a voice so soft and low, “Come, my friend, see what you can see, Come and take a look at me. My bright colors are faded and dim, But my spirit is bright within, Pictures of people in days gone by, Laughing and crying, we know not why, Cards and pamphlets, and programs old, What are the stories they have told? Wrapping paper, an old gift tag, Pieces of this, and bits of that, Little treasures that people have saved, Celebrations of special days, So many mem’ries my pages fill, They’re waiting now to give you a thrill, So come, my friend, come take a look, I am a very special old book, My binding is cracked, but my heart is whole, Looking at me is like finding gold.

Ancestors The special book upon the shelf was made with many hands. Our ancestors who posed back then all came from different lands. Their pictures were all tucked away and rarely did we see, The importance of these treasures is the start of you and me. The history of our families now here in black and white Preserved with special care and time each page is done just right. When time permits, we take it down and think of days long past. Our hopes, our dreams, our heritage all safe and made to last. Life is a scrapbook, torn and old In which our little lives are told, And when the twilight shadows fall this is the sweetest thing of all; To turn the pages of the years, remembering with happy tears The faithful love, the perfect friend... These things are treasured to the end.

They are all beautiful Thankyou Karen

Some beautiful words here, thank you all for sharing. I am planning on copying these later to put in a FTM book. Laura x

lovely poem, when i go to see my granparents grave who i never knew i will place that on there grave, beautiful poem but made me little sad.

Thank you for sharing that lovely Poem, I have never heard it before, it is very moving and very true.I am only a new comer to Genes Reunited and find it very facinating, I will probably be up till all hours of the morning going through this Board. I have'nt had any luck yet with my Family search yet .Marion

What a lovely poem Janet, thanks for sharing it. It really tugs at the old heartstrings. Carol