Man Who Catalogued Cemetery Given Highest Geneology Award – Middletown, CT Patch

Man Who Catalogued Cemetery Given Highest Geneology Award – Middletown, CT Patch

As a genealogist, records such as these are invaluable in documenting any number of facts about the people you are researching. I know that over the years I have been researching my family, records such as these have often been the sole means of documenting birth or death dates (even if sometimes only the year), and on occasion, family relationships where couple share a meorial or they are in a family plot/cemetery.


I received the following via email from my sister; although I‘ve seen it several times over the years, it’s a poignant reminder.

Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’

The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Dad.’

They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the window where I was seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’

‘Yes, I have,’ I replied.  ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’..

‘I am old, and she lives so far away.  I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said.

‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’  May I ask what that means?’

He began to smile.  ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.  My parents used to say it to everyone…’  He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’  Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

He then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.

* Only if you wish, send this to the people you will never forget and remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you.  If you don’t send it to anyone it may simply mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.


To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH.

Live like an eighty-year old

One day I had lunch with some friends. Jim, a short, balding golfer type about 80 years old, came along with them—all in all, a pleasant bunch.

When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Jim who said, “Ice Cream, please. Two scoops,

I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. “Along with heated apple pie,” Jim added, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time. But when our orders were brought out, I didn’t enjoy mine.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Jim as his pie a-la-mode went down. The other guys couldn’t believe it. They ate their lunches silently and grinned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Jim. I lunched on white meat tuna. He ordered a parfait.

I smiled. He asked if he amused me, I answered, “Yes, you do, but also you confuse me. How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?

He laughed and said “I’m tasting all that is Possible. I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should. But life’s so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.
This year I realized how old I was. (He grinned) I haven’t been this old before.”

“So, before I die, I’ve got to try those things that for years I had ignored. I haven’t smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many trout streams I haven’t fished. There’s more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead. There are too many golf courses I haven’t played. I’ve not laughed at all the jokes. I’ve missed a lot of sporting events and potato chips and cokes. I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face. I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace. I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want
un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most. I haven’t cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind on my face. I want to be in love again. So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner, then should I die before night fall, I’d say I died a winner, because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart’s desire. I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired.”

With that, I called the waitress over.. “I’ve changed my mind, ” I said. “I want what he is having, only add some more whipped cream!”

This is my gift to you – We need an annual Friends Day! If  you get this twice, then you have more than one friend.

Live well, love much & laugh often – Be happy.

SHARE THIS WITH YOUR FRIENDS including me if I’m lucky enough to be counted among them. Be mindful that happiness isn’t based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people we like and respect.

Remember that while money talks,  CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM SINGS!

As II was pulling my email this morning, some filtered into the folder for family emails. As I was scanning subject lines, I happened to look back at some of the older emails in that folder, of which this was one. Thanks for the memories, Elsie.

All My Relations

Several years ago, I received telephone call that, in many ways, changed my life. I didn’t recognize the number in the caller ID, but took the call anyway, instead of letting it go to voice mail as I will often do under that circumstance.

I said “Hello”, and the voice on the other end announced “Herbert, this is your cousin, Elsie Allbright Pearson.” She had received my number from a mutual cousin, Annie Mae “Cookie” Tucker, with whom I shared an interest in genealogy and family history.

Over the next several years, Elsie and I would talk several times, sometimes several times a month, catching up on family gossip and new leads on our reclusive ancestors – many of whom fit the descriptor in my bio here on the blog of ‘social brown recluse’ – hard to find, but you know they are there! Her great-grandfather was brother to my great-great-grandmother on one side of our family and her grandfather was a brother to my great-grandmother, making us both second cousins once removed as well as third cousins once removed.

Our joint quest was to find the parents of William Larkin Jones and his sister, Francis Louella Jones Moore Rogers Allbright, a task that we failed to complete, although I have some ideas in that direction.

Sadly for me, I won’t get to share the fruits of my research with her, as Elsie passed away in January 2011, following a lengthy illness and recuperation. I suppose, given that I believe in an afterlife, that she has already found out for sure, but the long-distance service between here and there is cost-prohibitive, so we haven’t talked in a while.

Elsie, thank you for your friendship. I’m missing you greatly right now because I just came across a file on my computer titled “Things to discuss with Elsie.”

This post is dedicated to the memory of  Elsie Allbright Pearson, 1939-2011