March, Dougherty, VanTassel,
Parks, Sindle, and Springsteen
Surname Locations
New Jersey, New York State,and
England
Hobbies
Of course, Genealogy is my number one thing...
I also love gardening,counted crossstitch,photography,
reading,all kinds of crafts and love to learn new things....
Music
EVA CASSIDY
I love all kinds of music.
My favorites currently are
Coldplay,Eva Cassidy,Shinedown, Country music too....
Books
Fav books are all the Harry Potter books(yes i read them all), books by Nora Roberts,
and The Notebook.
TV
I am addicted to reality TV.
Can't help it. Love the Bachelorette,Survivor,Celeb.
Rehab. Love Ghosthunters too..
I recently took a trip to a nearby cemetery called the Canfield-Doremus Cemetery(the old Cedar Grove Cemetery).in Northern New Jersey. It is a relatively small cemetery and not affiliated with any religious group.This is a one acre plot that was on a farm that belonged Thomas Doremus. It was used for 70 years as a burial ground. Other land was later added.
It has some burials going back to the 1700's. Some of the older stones were made of red
sandstone and i found some profound inscriptions on them.
The photo above caught my attention: It states
IN MEMORY OF JOHN W. WHITE WHO DIED. 9.TH APRIL. 1841 AGED. 52 YEARS. Behold. me here. as. you. pass by As you. are now. so once was I. But as I am so. you must be. Prepare for ???
Picture of the stone for Margaret-Caroline Delany
Another read
SACRED to the Memory of ROZIL DAVIS who died September 10th, 1804, in the 40th Year of his age.
to mortals and sure hope I bid a dieu And no more the riling sun will view ready remember thou must die and like me go into eternity
Canfield Cemetery
I did find a branch of my family also-Sindles
FAMILY OF GEORGE SINDLE 1821 - and SOPHIA, 1823 - 1895. MARGARET ANN 1846-1885 ?ESTER 1848-1874 RACHAEL 1850-1876 ELIZABETH 1853-1874 WILLIAM H 1855-1887 REBECCA 1857-1883 MARY 1863-1895 ?HARLES 1865-1884 SINDLE
A very interesting day. I love reading the inscriptions on the old stones. They are always very
I recently visted some old cemeteries in New Jersey. I will try to post some pictures soon.
I found a lot of the old sandstone headstones with inscriptions that had a sentiment below the names and dates on the stone. They were very moving. I recorded some of the messages and took some pictures.
This is a wonderful post i received from a Myspace friend. I wanted to share it.....
We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on the bones and ask them to live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. 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 times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family, you would be so proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I can not say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am and why 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 not let this happen.
The bones there 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 resolution to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. 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 they and they are the sum of who we are. 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 my place in the long family storytellers.
That is why I do family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.