I do not anticipate that either my children or others will be much interested, at this time, in the reading of these articles, but I rest assured that, when the years have gone and I sleep with my fathers, some of my blood that comes after me, will desire to know something of their forbearers; Then they will read it.
WILLIAM FENTON TYREE, 1936
64 years of age. Cousin.
It is indeed desirable to be well descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors.
The Story Tellers
“We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors; to put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family their story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts; instead, it is breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as if it were in our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story, and so we do. In them we find ourselves.”