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    Hi

    For my nans 70th birthday next year ive started to create the book that you can have published via Ancestry. On the front page i would like to put some kind of poem or saying which has a bit of meaning, does anyone have any ideas?

    many thanks
    Robyne


    Name interests: Alderton, Osborne, Danslow, Hanley, Bowkett, Lakin, Elliott, Banner, Walters, Reed, Deighton, Sleight, Dungar ;)

  • #2
    You'll need to watch out for the one where it works out that you are your own grandmother! - Tho', if your nan has a good sense of humour, she might rather like that idea. ;)

    Christine
    Researching: BENNETT (Leics/Birmingham-ish) - incl. Leonard BENNETT in Detroit & Florida ; WARR/WOR, STRATFORD & GARDNER/GARNAR (Oxon); CHRISTMAS, RUSSELL, PAFOOT/PAFFORD (Hants); BIGWOOD, HAYLER/HAILOR (Sussex); LANCASTER (Beds, Berks, Wilts) - plus - COCKS (Spitalfields, Liverpool, Plymouth); RUSE/ROWSE, TREMEER, WADLIN(G)/WADLETON (Devonport, E Cornwall); GOULD (S Devon); CHAPMAN, HALL/HOLE, HORN (N Devon); BARRON, SCANTLEBURY (Mevagissey)...

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    • #3
      I have "I am my own Grandpa" on video (on my PC) if you PM me your email, I will forward it to you.
      (I think it is similar to Christine's suggestion)
      Bridget

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      • #4
        This is nice I used it for a close family member's family history gift
        Author: unknowned

        The Greatest Gift

        One of the greatest gifts
        That life can give to anyone
        Is the very special love that families share...
        As years go by,
        It's good to know that there will always be
        Certain people in our lives who care.
        For there are countless things
        That only families have in common
        And memories that no one else can make...
        And these precious ties that bind a family together
        Are bonds that time and distance cannot break.
        How fortunate we are
        When we have relatives to love us,
        It makes the world a happy place to be...
        Few gifts in life
        Will last as long
        Or touch the heart as deeply
        As the very special gift
        Of family.
        GWEN

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        • #5
          That is, indeed, a nice one, Gwen

          Christine
          Researching: BENNETT (Leics/Birmingham-ish) - incl. Leonard BENNETT in Detroit & Florida ; WARR/WOR, STRATFORD & GARDNER/GARNAR (Oxon); CHRISTMAS, RUSSELL, PAFOOT/PAFFORD (Hants); BIGWOOD, HAYLER/HAILOR (Sussex); LANCASTER (Beds, Berks, Wilts) - plus - COCKS (Spitalfields, Liverpool, Plymouth); RUSE/ROWSE, TREMEER, WADLIN(G)/WADLETON (Devonport, E Cornwall); GOULD (S Devon); CHAPMAN, HALL/HOLE, HORN (N Devon); BARRON, SCANTLEBURY (Mevagissey)...

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          • #6
            A lovely poem Gwen. Hope you don't mind but have copied and saved it.
            Elaine







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            • #7
              Feel free to use it I dont mind I think it is lovely thats why I wanted to share it glad you liked it.
              GWEN

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              • #8
                This one's very well known:

                Dear Ancestor

                Your tombstone stands among the rest;
                Neglected and alone.
                The name and date are chiselled out
                On polished, marbled stone.
                It reaches out to all who care
                It is too late to mourn.
                You did not know that I exist
                You died and I was born.
                Yet each of us are cells of you
                In flesh, in blood, in bone.
                Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
                Entirely not our own.
                Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
                One hundred years ago
                Spreads out among the ones you left
                Who would have loved you so.
                I wonder if you lived and loved,
                I wonder if you knew
                That someday I would find this spot,
                And come to visit you.

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                • #9
                  how about this 1:

                  Family Tree

                  I climbed my family tree and found it was not worth the climb;
                  And so, I scampered down, convinced it was a waste of time.
                  Some branches of my tree, I found, were rotten to the core.
                  And, all the tree was full of sap and hung with nuts galore!
                  I used to brag of my kinfolk, before I made the climb,
                  but truth compels me not to tell of those not worth a dime.
                  And I beg friends who boast aloud of their ancestors great,
                  To climb their family tree and learn of those who weren't so straight.
                  I've learned what family trees are like, I've seen them growing 'round.
                  They're like a 'tater' vine because, the best are underground!

                  Author Unknown
                  **no point asking the living for help as the dead are more helpful!!!**

                  https://purplerosefamilytree.blogspot.com/

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                  • #10
                    just found this:

                    FAMILY JEWEL
                    I hold in my hands a treasure so rare,
                    I close my eyes and imagine I'm there,
                    When she wrote each name with care,
                    Not knowing with me some day she'd share.

                    Could she have known what a jewel it would be?
                    That it would be something I waited to see?
                    That one hundred years later the Bible I'd hold,
                    That in it's pages more that God's story is told.

                    I imagine she was proud of her family,
                    For what greater gift could there be,
                    Did she imagine the family to come?
                    That I would be from the family of her son?

                    This family heirloom I will handle with care,
                    So that in another hundred years it will be there,
                    For my great great grandchildren may it be,
                    A gift they are searching for to add to the family tree.


                    By Kelly Taft Krause upon receipt of the Swan/Perry Family Bible given to me by my cousin, Eileen Witherow Mitchell (March 1998)
                    (Kelly graciously permitted this site to present it to you, my readers.)
                    **no point asking the living for help as the dead are more helpful!!!**

                    https://purplerosefamilytree.blogspot.com/

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                    • #11
                      came across this site and it says you can copy them:

                      Genealogy Poems & Poetry For Wallpaper or Screensavers


                      forgot to say there are quite alot on my website under anything goes - some i found and added ages ago. take alook if you like.
                      Last edited by yummy-mummy-amy; 15-08-08, 22:11.
                      **no point asking the living for help as the dead are more helpful!!!**

                      https://purplerosefamilytree.blogspot.com/

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                      • #12
                        Yummy Mummy What a brilliant site that is! Thanks for that. Going back to have another look,so much to see. Love the poems, am going to print some out to put on the covers of my genealogy folders. There is a lovely video as well...Remember Me. Brought tears to my eyes!

                        Thanks Lesley

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                        • #13
                          I have a few i`ve collected,

                          Strangers in the Box

                          Come, look with me inside this drawer,
                          In this box I've often seen,
                          At the pictures, black and white,
                          Faces proud, still, serene.
                          I wish I knew the people,
                          These strangers in the box,
                          Their names and all their memories
                          Are lost among my socks.
                          I wonder what their lives were like,
                          How did they spend their days?
                          What about their special times?
                          I'll never know their ways.
                          If only someone had taken time
                          To tell who, what, where, or when,
                          These faces of my heritage
                          Would come to life again.
                          Could this become the fate
                          Of the pictures we take today?
                          The faces and the memories
                          Someday to be passed away?
                          Make time to save your stories,
                          Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
                          Or someday you and yours could be
                          The strangers in the box.

                          Author: Pam Harazim
                          Sylvia

                          Derbyshire :- Gough, Tomlinson, Fletcher, Shipley, Spencer, Calladine, Rogers, Kerry, Robotham
                          Leicestershire:- Gough, Cooper, Underwood, Hearn, Inglehearn
                          Staffordshire:- Robotham, Hickinbotham, Hill, Holmes

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                          • #14
                            Taking the Census

                            It was the first day of census, and all through the land;
                            The pollster was ready ... a black book in hand.
                            He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride;
                            His book and some quills were tucked close by his side.

                            A long winding ride down a road barely there;
                            Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting up through the air.
                            The woman was tired, with lines on her face;
                            And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place.

                            She gave him some water ... as they sat at the table;
                            And she answered his questions ... the best she was able.
                            He asked of her children ... Yes, she had quite a few;
                            The oldest was twenty, the youngest not quite two.

                            She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red;
                            His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed.
                            She noted each person who lived there with pride;
                            And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.

                            He noted the sex, the colour, the age ..
                            The marks from the quill soon filled up the page.
                            At the number of children, she nodded her head;
                            And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead.

                            The places of birth she 'never forgot';
                            Was it Kansas? or Utah? Or Oregon ... or not?
                            They came from Scotland, of that she was clear;
                            But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here.

                            They spoke of employment, of schooling and such;
                            They could read some and write some ...
                            though really not much.
                            When the questions were answered,
                            his job there was done;
                            So he mounted his horse
                            and he rode toward the sun.

                            We can imagine his voice loud and clear;
                            'May God Bless you all for another ten years.'

                            Now picture a time warp ... it's now you and me;
                            As we search for the people on our family tree.
                            We squint at the census and scroll down so slow;
                            As we search for that entry from long, long ago.

                            Could they only imagine on that long ago day;
                            That the entries they made would effect us this way?
                            If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel;
                            And the searching that makes them so increasingly real.

                            We can hear if we listen the words they impart;
                            Through their blood in our veins and their voices in our heart.

                            Author unknown
                            Sylvia

                            Derbyshire :- Gough, Tomlinson, Fletcher, Shipley, Spencer, Calladine, Rogers, Kerry, Robotham
                            Leicestershire:- Gough, Cooper, Underwood, Hearn, Inglehearn
                            Staffordshire:- Robotham, Hickinbotham, Hill, Holmes

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                            • #15
                              Ancestors
                              The special book upon the shelf was made with many hands. Our ancestors
                              who posed back then all came from different lands.
                              Their pictures were all tucked away and rarely did we see,
                              The importance of these treasures is the start of you and me.
                              The history of our families now here in black and white
                              Preserved with special care and time each page is done just right.
                              When time permits, we take it down and think of days long past.
                              Our hopes, our dreams, our heritage all safe and made to last. Life is
                              a scrapbook, torn and old In which our little lives are told, And when
                              the twilight shadows fall this is the sweetest thing of all;
                              To turn the pages of the years, remembering with happy tears The faithful
                              love, the perfect friend... These things are treasured to the end.
                              Sylvia

                              Derbyshire :- Gough, Tomlinson, Fletcher, Shipley, Spencer, Calladine, Rogers, Kerry, Robotham
                              Leicestershire:- Gough, Cooper, Underwood, Hearn, Inglehearn
                              Staffordshire:- Robotham, Hickinbotham, Hill, Holmes

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                              • #16
                                Maybe not poetry and an american site but might see something

                                Genealogy Humor : Genealogy Gifts Store : CafePress.com



                                Researching Irish families: FARMER, McBRIDE McQUADE, McQUAID, KIRK, SANDS/SANAHAN (Cork), BARR,

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                                • #17
                                  Thats brilliant thanks so much. I like so many im thinking about putting them in every now and then throughout the book. many thanks again for your help
                                  Robyne


                                  Name interests: Alderton, Osborne, Danslow, Hanley, Bowkett, Lakin, Elliott, Banner, Walters, Reed, Deighton, Sleight, Dungar ;)

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                                  • #18
                                    Hi Yummy Mummy

                                    i think i must be really thick, where is the anything goes link? (knowing me its probably right in front of me!)
                                    Robyne


                                    Name interests: Alderton, Osborne, Danslow, Hanley, Bowkett, Lakin, Elliott, Banner, Walters, Reed, Deighton, Sleight, Dungar ;)

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                                    • #19
                                      Robyne, you are not alone, I can't find 'anything goes' either ..... interesting web site tho!
                                      Bridget

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