Sands of Time
Sifting through the sands of time
Finding things of yours and mine
Gathering a unique selection
Called the Crabtree-Stanley Collection.
Searching through old record books
Among the many places that we looked
Turning back through endless ages
Getting lost among faded pages.
Rolls and reels of microfilm
Until our eyes were tired and dim
Writing letters by the score
Calling cousins up galore!
To our forefather’s resting place
In solitude of dawn’s gray light
The tombstones beckon me to come
They tell their names and when they died.
In this peaceful resting place I recall
Thing’s of my mother’s recollection
When they were young on Crabtree Fork
I call it the Crabtree-Stanley Collection.
Fannie Lane Steele