(the story behind it)a journal entry of mine dated 7/7/06 Cemetaries have a lot of history. Walking amongst the stones, one can learn so many things. I wander old cemetaries... even when I'm not working on a genealogy project. I take photos. I stop and read the words written in time. I wipe away the dirt, grime, and grass. I upright flags left by those that do not forget. I lay flowers back where they might have been. Some might find it morbid to do so. To me... it's a part of history I grasp. Make me remember dates? Never. Ask me who's related to who? I could probably figure it out. A week or so ago, I received a request from findagrave.com (interesting site... with lots of history to it). The request was from someone in California, that wanted photos of an ancestors grave in a cemetary not far from me. I took the challenge. Hidden back in the woods, off a little gravel drive, were clusters of stones. I began to wander. Reading, taking photos. Knowing... that someone cared for these people. then... still. Partly hidden in the side of a hill were a row of little stones. Viola... Floyd... Twin Girls... Infant son... Infant son... Samuel. Brothers and sisters... none living more than a year or so. It brought tears to my eyes. Babies... all of them. And it made me wonder... who were they? In the row before them were 2 more stones... George & Stella. Looking at the dates... I figured them to be the parents of the babies. Somehow... I think Stella died of a broken heart... less than a year after the twins. George would go on to live another 40 years. Something about those six little stones. I keep thinking about going back out there... and cleaning up around them... taking flowers. I didn't know them. But I will remember them. (an update) A few days after I made that journal entry, I did take those babies flowers... you can see them in the photo. Burgandy daisies... I havne't been back since. Time has kept me away... but maybe one night this week I'll go back. Something about those 6 little stones...