The article below was sent to me by a fellow Genealogist, as an attachment to an E-Mail . The Author of the piece at that time was unknown. Through the diligence of Karen Adams, the true author was tracked down. It was written by Della M. Cummings Wright and re-written by her grand daughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson.
The version shown below appeared on the web site of Tom Dunn. He had again re-worded and edited it to the version you see here.
I think all of us who have researched our ancestry can identify with this, and it stirs up some great emotions within our breasts.
I have said many times when visiting places where my ancestors have walked, that I feel very close to them, as if I knew them, or at least had been in this place before. Della M. Cummings Wright puts this feeling into words in a far more eloquent way than I could ever do.
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Della M. Cummings Wright
Re-written by her Grand Daughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson
Edited and Reworded By:
The Story Tellers: We are the chosen ones.
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 life 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 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 am I and why do 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 bones 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 them 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 storytellers.
That, is why I do my family genealogy,
and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on