The Story Teller
(We Are The Chosen)
My feelings are in each family we are called to find the ancestors.
To put flesh on
their bones and make them live again,
To tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead,
Breathing life into all who have gone before.
are the story tellers of the tribe.
We have been called as it were by our genes.
Those who have gone before cry out
Tell our story.
So we do.
In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.
How many graves have I stood
before now and cried.
I have lost count.
How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family, you would
be proud of us.
How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me.
I cannot say.
goes beyond just documenting facts.
It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do.
It goes to seeing a cemetery
about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can’t let this happen.
The bones here are bones of
my bone and flesh of my flesh.
It goes to doing something about it.
It goes to pride in what our ancestors were
able to accomplish.
How they contributed to what we are today.
It goes to respecting their hardships and losses,
never giving in or giving up.
Their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride
that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.
It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for
That we might be born who we are.
That we might remember them.
So we do.
With love and caring and scribing
each fact of their existence,
Because we are them and they are us.
So, as scribe called, I tell the story of my
It is up to that one called in the next generation,
To answer the call and take their place in the long line
of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy,
And that is what calls those young and old to step
up and put flesh on the bones.
~ by Della M. Cummings Wright and re-written
by her grand daughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson~
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|My Mother Betty & Father Marius Fuselier
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I dedicate this site to my parents Betty Scott and Marius Fuselier. I also dedicate this site to my Aunt Jo (Fuselier
Montz) and my Great-Aunt Edna Simmons Campbell. It was through their research that I first got started on my quest.
Through these pages I hope to share the pride I feel towards my family. A family that goes back generations. Ancestors I share
with many of you. I hope you will enjoy these pages and I hope they will help you with your family research. Many of you through
the years have helped me by sharing family histories. I thank you all! I hope I can do the same for you. ~
Lisa Fuselier ~
grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains
of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies." ~Shirley
things may change us, but we start and end with the family." ~Anthony Brandt
"If you want to
understand today, you have to search yesterday." ~Pearl
" No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots." ~ Maya Angelou
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