[Granville-Hough] 2 Jul 2009 - Genealogist Beatitudes
Trustees for Granville W. Hough
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Sun Jul 2 05:15:09 PDT 2017
Date: Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:00:56 -0700
From: Granville W Hough <gwhough at oakapple.net>
Subject: Genealogist Beatitudes- 2 July 2009
Prepared by Wilma Mauk
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Blessed are the great-grandfathers, who saved embarkation and
citizenship papers, for they tell WHEN they came.
Blessed are the great-grandmothers, who hoarded newspaper clippings and
old letters, for they tell the STORY of their time.
Blessed are the grandfathers, who filed every legal document, for these
provide the PROOF.
Blessed are the grandmothers, who preserved family Bibles and diaries,
for these are our HERITAGE.
Blessed are fathers, who elect officials that answer letters of inquiry,
for--to some--the ONLY LINK to the past.
Blessed are mothers, who relate family TRADITIONS and LEGENDS to the
family, for one of her children will surely remember.
Blessed are relatives, who fill in family sheets with extra data, for to
them we owe our FAMILY HISTORY.
Blessed is any family, whose members strive for the PRESERVATION of
RECORDS, for this is a labor of love.
Blessed are the children who will never say, "Grandma, you told that old
story twice today."
GWH:A family of my church friends took a tour of the Western sites
they had not visited and stopped at Sinks Canyon State Park, Lander,
WY. It is located about 6 miles southwest of Lander on state road 131
and its stream is the Popo Agie, a fast , rollicking mountain stream of
the Popo Agie National Wilderness of the Shoshone National Forest in
the wild Wind Mountains. The little river tumbles along at 10 to 20
miles an hour, then comes to a certain place, called the "Sinks," and
disappears. About a half-mile down the slope, it suddenly reappears in
a trout-filled uptide called the "Rise." More water comes up than went
down, which must mean there are other underground streams cut into the
limestone. Colored tracer water takes two hours to make the passage.
Where has it been? What did it meet? No one knows. It strikes me that
much genealogy is like the Popo Agie. I can say I met my future wife in
1946, married her in 1947 at the Sinks, lived together 56 and 1/2 years
wandering through the passages of life, and came up in the Rise in 2003
when she passed away. Or a similar thought comes to mind in looking at
row upon row of names in a military cemetery, each identical but with
its own date of birth - date of death. "It matters not what years are
shown: what matters is how you spent that dash." Grampa.
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