Crying, Wondering

Crying, Wondering

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg
"

Life!

"

Crying, Wondering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sit here crying and wondering

What was my life about;

Seems existence was screaming

The words I couldn't shout.

 

Inside, I look out upon

The world which I, once, fled

And know that to move on

You must walk amongst the dead.

 

My eyes cry for my history

That, only in part, I have known;

My world has been a mystery

Of things I've not been shown.

 

I can, only, give to my children

What I can, now, remember

And hope they find peace within

To know that I, they, feel familiar. 

 

Walk with those who have died;

Understand whom you are inside;

Being part of all that never died,

Making them alive whom, also, cried .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Ancestry

Our Ancestry

A Story by Susie Q

"

"Memories of Days Gone By"

"

 

       On this sad day of reflection,when a horrible event happened to so many families,

it changed their family history and the history of our country. It brings to my mind why

I am so grateful to computer technology to be able to bring my own family history more than hundred years ago for me to share with my children and future generations.

       Just to be able to research our family history is an awsome thing that I never even

imagined. Some things are very sad and some happy but there are things we may have

never thought some of our family might do. We may have heard over the years about a

grandfather and his family and that he was a blacksmith on the railroad so many years ago

but then found out that his father was a blacksmith. There was a great-grandfather on

the other side that was a blacksmith.

        To be able to look up the history, a place in another state where one of our parents

lived long ago. To find one of the settlers in that place was the father to a special lady

that married an uncle. To find that my dads half brother died at age 20, leaving a wife

and three month old baby after a horrific accident where he worked and to learn his own

father died just 20 years before. His mother would have been a widow in her early twenties when he was just a baby, leaving her with him and his three year old brother to raise. She remarried years later and was the mother to my father and his siblings, my  grandmother.

 A great-grandmother and her brother died the same day in different places.

        I probably have  been told of some family history but when I was a child and over

many years we forget. With the help of the U.S. Federal Census, information from a

library in an ancestors hometown  or obituary we can find so much information.

It is so rewarding to find out about our ancestors.

        If you might be interested there is a program on TV "Who Do You Think You Are" and

it tells stories of celebrities searching for their ancesters. Another program worth watching

if it is shown in your area called "History Detectives."

© 2011 Susie Q


Susie Q
I haven't written anything for awhile so I hope you will excuse mistakes and thank you for reading. Instead of playing games I hold family history close to my heart.
I hope this piece doesn't bore anyone. Give it a try sometime!

© 2011 Christina May Shanaberg


Author's Note

Christina May Shanaberg
Written for my mother, Susie Q of this web-site, whom has been recording our family history!

My grandmother, Lillian May (my middle name) Miller, journalled her years during The Great Depression, with shopping receipts, etc. She left us history.

My mother, with the help of my grandmother's diary, a family Bible, obituaries, news clippings, and other family records, is going further.

My youngest daughter, Sarah Amanda Fletterich Waite of this site, was named after her great, great, great grandmother, Sarah Amanda Caler, who rests at White Oak Cementary in Pennsylvania.

The passing on of names is like passing on family history, too; my grandfather, Walter Harold Miller, his son and my uncle, Walter Albert Miller, my brother, Walter Charles Tufts, and my nephew and my brother's son, Walter William Tufts.

My mother has found it confusing, at times, because my grandfather was Walter Harold Miller and my grandmother's maiden name was Lillian May Miller. A lot of Millers there, many with the same first names. LOL!!

Sarah is, currently, with child. She plans to name her Jessie Wynn. Jessie was her father's grandmother, whose works hang in the Cleveland Museum of Art. Wynn, after my father's grandfather, Winchester Tufts.

I am starting to understand who I am!

P.S. Sorry, Mom, for the original misspelling of my great, great grandmother's last name as Kaylor. I am not as good at this stuff as you!

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

This is an awesome honor to me and our family as I sit here crying and wondering what more I can find out about us. When I come up with something new on ancestry I become addicted to look for more. You always amaze me how you come up with something so close to the heart. Thank you, Mom

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

It is a wondrous thing to be able to see from where we came.However that said it is a great opportunity top chronicle our lives for the future generations of our clans

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is just a wonderful look at family, and how much it means to each of us. Our history can define us or inspire us in so many ways. Beautifully done both of you! I sense a lot of family pride :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very moving poem and I like the history part, its always nice to know who are ancestors were since its part of our life story, good or bad.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I read your mother's story. It was great. And this poem is also great. It's really touching and evocative. Great write, my friend. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your Lillian Mae sounds like a beautiful woman. Strong in belief and in life, hard but soft. A tribute to the times and the struggles they all endured. Thanks you for sharing her and your family with all of us..xo

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is lovely. We are only a compilation of historical parts.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful work. I really enjoyed it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an awesome honor to me and our family as I sit here crying and wondering what more I can find out about us. When I come up with something new on ancestry I become addicted to look for more. You always amaze me how you come up with something so close to the heart. Thank you, Mom

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good words - with a wealth of meaning.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

1114 Views
12 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on October 6, 2011
Last Updated on November 27, 2011
Tags: Wondering, Life, Family History, Geneology

Author

Christina May Shanaberg
Christina May Shanaberg

Mount Vernon, OH



About
I am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..