Nancy Curry has Irish roots and has been to Ireland searching them out. She is an EWGS member. In her other-than-genealogy time, she is the retired manager of the Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge (south of Cheney). When she shared her poem with me, it really touched my heartstrings as I hope it does touch yours.

We family historians are a creative bunch, are we not????

Was out walking one day and spotted this tree. I sat down and pondered upon all the possibilities it signified to me. 
I have…… you have….. we all have “dead trees” on our genealogy tree. Some of us have many! Here are some thoughts that came to me as I mentally embraced that tree:

* How/why did it die? If we’re thinking “the male surname is gone,” that’s one thing, but look at the base of the tree……….. it goes on but differently!

* Is it really dead? Or just blighted and taking a natural time out? With strong roots, will it come back? 

* How do we deal with these “dead trees” in our family history? I think we should document them as fully best we can but never give up hope for new resources are always coming up.

* Perhaps a thinking adjustment is called for. That dead tree is, to my mind, still very lovely. It lived and hopefully fulfilled its reason for being before hard times hit. Now its an inspiration for others.

* Think of that tree as a patriarch or matriarch of a large clan! Look at all the descendants gathered round her base. She did good and is still an inspiration to the upcoming generation. 

* Even if she is dead, she is still upright. This signifies that she had sunk deep roots into life which did sustain her for decades. * Spark: Indigenous peoples used the bark from such white trees as paper. Nothing is ever worthless, even a so-called dead tree.