Merck Family - Random Notes

Joseph John Merck, with his wife, Katherine Cecilia Eberle, brought his family from the Ukraine to the United States in 1912. This site will contain some random notes and comments about the family background, their experiences, the places they lived, and other subjects related to that topic. No particular organization of comments or articles should be expected.

My Photo
Location: Jacksonville, Arkansas, United States

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Will Someone Younger Carry Forward the Merck Story?



 We are the chosen.


 My feelings are 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 story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.


 To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead,

 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 it were by

 our genes.


 Those who have gone before cry out to us:  Tell our story.  So, we do.

 In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.  How many graves have I

 stood before now and cried?  I have lost count.  How many times have I

 told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of

 us?  How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there

 was love there for me?  I cannot say.


 It goes beyond just documenting facts.  It goes to who am I and why do

 I do the things I do.  It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost

 forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen.

 The bones here are bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh.  It goes to

 doing something about it.


 It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish.  How

 they contributed to what we are today.  It goes to respecting their

 hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their

 resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.


 It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.

 It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us.

 That we might be born who we are.  That we might remember them.  So we do.

 With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence,

 because we are them and they are us.


 So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family.  It is up to

 that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take

 their place in the long line of family storytellers.


 That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those

 young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.


 author unknown