tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367579732012-02-02T17:01:47.236-08:00Welcome to the blog of all things with an unknown origin. Here you will find everything from poems to one-liners to whatever else I come across. The only criteria that is common to all things posted is that their origins are unknown and is not adult material. This is a site meant for all ages.Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12405204772575068738noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757973.post-48976791321433686332009-12-28T21:58:00.000-08:002009-12-28T21:58:33.115-08:00We are the chosen. <br /><br />In each family there is one who seems called to<br />find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones<br />and make them live again, to tell the family story<br />and to feel that somehow they know and approve. <br /><br />Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, <br />instead, breathing life into all who have gone before.<br />We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have<br />one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. <br />Those who have gone before cry out to us, "Tell our<br />story!" So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find<br />ourselves. <br /><br />How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I<br />have lost count. <br /><br />How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a<br />wonderful family; you would be proud of us." <br /><br />How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt<br />somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.<br /><br />It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who<br />am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing<br />a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and<br />indifference and saying, "I can't let this happen." The<br />bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh.<br /><br />It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in<br />what our ancestors were able to accomplish, how they<br />contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting<br />their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving<br />up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their<br />family. It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and<br />some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep<br />and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. <br /><br />It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to<br />give us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we <br />love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might be<br />born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With<br />love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence,<br />because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as<br />a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. <br /><br />It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the<br />call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers. <br /><br />That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls<br />those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet<br />those whom we had never known before. <br />-Author Unknown<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757973-4897679132143368633?l=gloriaoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12405204772575068738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757973.post-61165416037876131022009-08-24T07:54:00.000-07:002009-09-19T13:53:26.383-07:00Gloria's Corner <a href="http://gloriascorner.com">is moving</a>.<br /><br />If you were following this blog and wish to continue following it, please visit our new home and join the Friend Connect on the right sidebar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757973-6116541603787613102?l=gloriaoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12405204772575068738noreply@blogger.com1