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This page has moved to: Ancestral Tapestry
 1585-2002
Threadbare and worn, but vivid still, its colors yet are cast. Portraying those who went before, but left to me a part Of blood and gene and courage...they beat within my heart! Pioneer with trudging step, you move across the warp, Patience in your weary feet, your eye still keen and sharp. Your shouldered rifle, headed west, with trust in God for keep, Leaving home and family ties...dry tears you never weep. A soldier there...in blue or grey, it matters little now, You fought because the call came loud, no choice of when or how. My lady in her billowing skirts, lily-white of hand and face, You grace the home with charms so fair, in muslin and in lace. The days, the years, they pass before as I gaze upon the welt, I try to reach you with my thoughts, to feel as you have felt. Woven around an abscure warp, of stronger, common thread, A picture of family past now lives - no longer is it dead! A hundred years! They are not dim, I see the faces clear! Great-grandparents, uncles, aunts...unknown, but oh so dear! Dates and names mean little still, but each one ties a knot That makes my tapestry complete...except for one blank spot! There must be room left at the edge, for one day I will be A part of someone's old and faded...Ancestral Tapestry.
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In a corner of the house of time, the loom awaits, its warp
already set. It's ready for me to take each strand of life and weave it
into my own "Ancestral Tapestry." The first thread was spun
in the small parish of Firsby, Lincolnshire, England during the reign
of Elizabeth I (1558-1603). This is my heritage - and here my ancestry
begins.
