
Prayer of the Makah Indians Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there...I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night Do not stand by my grave and cry.. I am not there...I did not die. Alene was the greatest aunt a person could ask for. She was such a wonderful, giving person - Kim Jones Dean (her niece). |
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I met Alene first in 1994. She came to our house and wanted to borrow my great grandfather's picture (Britt Hall) so she could make a copy. I didn't even know her so I told her I would have her one made. She kept coming back for visits. We worked on our family tree and talked for hours. I never saw Alene without an R.C. It was so much a part of her. She always made time to come show me what she had found in her research and she always brought me a copy. One day she brought her sister Helen and Helen's daughter Kim. It was like we had known each other all our lives. We three older ones were so happy that a young one like Kim had taken such an interest in our research obsession. It was great. Someone cared enough to carry on for us. I miss Helen and Alene. Sometimes I get kind of angry that we grew up within 25 miles of each other and did not meet until we were nearing our 50's. These two women were like walking in and opening a treasure chest. They knew things about my father's relatives that I never knew. They brought a life to my great grandmother through their stories from their grandmother. Alene took me to Julian Lankford's grave. None of us knew where it was. It was always something new and exciting. Helen and Alene were my cousins but in my heart, they were two of the best friends I ever had. I love them very much. Thank you God that we got to meet each other! Norma Hall Collins (2nd cousin to Alene). |