AUTHOR SUNDAY: How can this be explained? Personal GPS?
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It was like that for me when I went looking for my GR GR grandparents old home site. Didn’t take long and I just knew. I was very drawn to a spot behind it down a steep hill. I couldn’t go but got confirmation the next day…the old house had been bulldozed a year early and pushed over that hill.
DNA memory?
Ancestral spirits are strong.
Scientists think ancestral memories are passed down in your DNA. I think it is true.
Gene Gravely of Summiton is the champion at finding, mapping, and recording lost cemeteries. He probably has over 25 to his credit and is a member of the Alabama Cemetery Preservation Alliance. I am chairman of the Eagle Scout Board for Shelby County and have approved numerous Eagle Service Projects reclaiming overgrown cemeteries in our county but the most extensive was above Florence where Davis Faulkner of Helena restored an 1812 cemetery at Bailey Springs and raised thousands of dollars to erect ornamental iron gates, a large flagpole and fencing for the area. At the dedication he said “this is my cemetery” and he made a commitment for its upkeep. He recently finished college and is in graduate school and still keeps his commitment. His grandparents live in that area so there are family ties with them there and with Boy Scout Camp Westmoreland. He is the next generation of Alabamians who will look after things like we all have. Why? Because he has been exposed to his Alabama Heritage and family history all of his life. We all need to stress these thing more to our young people so our work can continue when we have passed on.
I believe it’s true. My husband’s mother died the year I was born and no one in their family knew where she was buried except somewhere in Tallahassee. I was compelled to go there though I had no clue which cemetery. My arrival night in a Tallahassee hotel I had a very vivid dream. In the dream there was a cemetery 2 blocks behind the hotel. Next morning I asked the hotel clerk if there was a cemetery nearby. “Yes, just 2 blocks behind our hotel.” I drove the directions in the dream, through the iron gate and while I could see blurred headstones in my periphery as I passed by, my view was laser-focused on one area of the huge cemetery, just like in my dream. In my dream I saw a giant oak tree, and there before me was a giant oak tree in the distance. Once I got there I found all of the names on the headstones were, indeed, from my husband’s family. But there was no headstone for my husband’s mother. The groundskeeper there said there was no grave where I indicated by the oak tree. I insisted and begged him to check his records. His roster did have her name listed but he had no idea where she was laid to rest. He called the funeral home from way back then and they verified there had been an interment. The groundskeeper’s face went pale when they told him where. He grabbed a long metal rod and ran to the site I told him about in my dream. He ran it into the ground and it hit something solid. He continued running the rod into the ground, following the pattern of a casket and declared there was, indeed, someone buried there. She now has a headstone.