KEEPING RECORDS

Woe is me - such misery and pain,
For 300 years me hopes were vain,
Until one day my kin just happened to hear
The gospel restored and the truth made quite clear.

“You must save your dead to have eternal life –
But finding the right ones has caused toil and strife.
I’ve been brought here in heaven and I too see the light,
Gee! If only my kinfolks would seal things up right.

Marie Braun is the name to which I was born.
But the name “Mary Brown” my records adorn.
I’ve wept and I’ve wailed and gnashed all my teeth–
All in vain, to inform those off-spring beneath.

To be sealed to my man has long been my dream,
But they have joined me to one that I have never seen!
Six children I bore with both joy and tears,
And waited with longing for them through the years.

But sadly to say. There have only been three
That those relatives yet have had sealed to me.
To make matters worse, they have discovered four others
And blandly proclaimed I was their mother!

Now if that’s not enough to patiently withstand–
They say I am fifty years older than I really am!
So I earnestly beg and implore and beech,
To stress accurate care with the people you teach,

In recording the name, the date and the places,
for fear of adjoining wrong names and wrong faces.
Genealogy work that is not rightly done
May assign your lovely child to some other man’s son.

Just remember to copy each record with care
Put your facts straight and clean and always beware
Of errors in time, and above all in name,
For another man’s wife in just not the same
As the one who is waiting and watching –so do
DO be sure your records are true.


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