Very intense happiness... Elation...
"Emotional Triumph", yes, maybe that comes the closest to a real description.
My heart lept! Tears welled. Big smiles.
A big, spoken underbreath, Yes!
The trees were so thick that I began marking my way in, leaving chalk marks on the tree trunks, but I was “home”. Already 'Home'.
I reached down and touched the marker of a man I never knew.
A man born and gone long before I came.
"Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh.
When we begin to live,
We all begin to die."
I never saw a picture of his face, and I do not know what he looks like.
But, I came seeking this man, anyway.
He is important to me.
He is my family.
David Ross Ellis.
Also buried here are at least ten family members.
Ellis Children, laid to rest.
Philip Vandorn Turner,
Son of Elijah and Edy Turner.
Brother to our 3rd Great Grandmother,
Sarah A. "Sally" Turner.
Also his wife Nancy P. Lancaster.
Arreny Turner Hopper ~
Sister to our great grandmother,
Sarah Turner Ellis and sister to
Philip Vandorn Turner.
She was eight years younger than Philip and six years younger
than Sarah. She died at the age of 34.
Another important person lies beside David Ross Ellis.
His wife, Sarah A. "Sallie" Turner Ellis.
My third Great Grandmother!
I could not find a marker for her. It is lost, apparently.
Also here are Sarah's parents:
Elijah Turner, her father. My fourth Great grandfather.
Elijah's wife, Edith "Edy" Jane Sarratt.
Edith was a sister to Anthony Sarratt. My Fourth Great Grandmother.
Eady Amelia Ellis ~ Daughter of Charles Heberton Ellis and Nancy Turner
She married John W. Brem.
She died in childbirth, apparently. The child is buried along with her. She was only 17 years old.
In the quiet stillness of that deep wooded area, I heard a snap.
A loud, close by snap of a branch.
Alarmed, I stood up, and peered through the trees.
Heart racing. What was in here with me??
And, then, there was Russ.
He just couldn’t stand , not being there.
He half smiled and said.."Well, I had to see, too , didn’t I?"
He had came in after me, through the thick brambles, despite having perfectly good sense.