Quotes & Poems for Genealogists
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"The history that we learn in school is a record of great deeds by great men and women. What is neglected is the story of people who, step by step, and through quiet sacrifice helped to build a country. The story of your family is the story of a nation. What you will learn in researching your family history will go far beyond the walls of your home: you will find heroes and villains, saints and sinners. You will find yourself."
"The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry, is like the potato - the best part under ground".
"We are all omnibuses in which our ancestors ride, and every now and then one of them sticks his head out and embarrasses us."
"The family is one of nature's masterpieces."
"The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have."
"Only a Genealogist regards a step backwards as progress."
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends its roots."
"To forget one's ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root."
"When an old person dies...it's like a library burning to the ground."
"All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today."
"Our children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see."
"The main thing is to make history, not to write it."
"Life wasn't always easy ;but she never did complain.
Though I saw her shed a leaf or two; when cold November's came.
How her arms spread wide & welcomed, any weary nesting soul.
Vast numbers took their comfort there; in spring and winters' snow.
When August sun's beat down on me, I rested 'neath her shade,
And warmed myself in winter with the firewood she gave.
Played beneath the shelter of her strong and sturdy limbs,
Swung from her branches happily with all my childhood friends.
In her bark, I carve initials of those sweethearts long forgot,
from her branches, hang my medals, hide my secrets in her knots.
From her seeds, I grew an orchard; in her leaves I made a bed,
& when I thought to give up...her trunk spoke, "forge ahead!"
I gaze now through her branches, far past where eyes can see,
& every bough uncovered, tells that much more of ME!
& I proudly bear the markings of her awesome history,
Oh she started but a seedling...and became my family tree."
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