A Bridge Across Time

Debbie, age 5, Cincinnati, OH

I have found nothing that sums up my love of family history better than this beautiful poem by Darlene Caryl-Stevens of Spokane, Washington

She calls to me from long ago;

Through sunlit skies; through drifts of snow.

In clouds that dance upon the sea, I call to her, and she to me.

So real was she.  She laughed; she cried.

She loved; she lost.  She lived; she died.

She hoped and dreamed; so real was she.  

She lived a life that I may be

I'll live my life and when it's done

I'll live again in those to come.

For I'm a bridge from she to me; from those that were, to those to be.