You"ve finally outfoxed me.
The mystery still stands,
And the "trees" of the Henrys
Shall all clap their hands . *
You cut the tall timber
And farmed on the hill
But marched ever graveward
Without leaving a will.
I know where you worshipped,
The courts where you sat,
But I don"t know your spouce,
Or whom you begat.
You traveled in caravans
Or went it alone--
But buried your dead
With never a stone.
You fough all our wars,
Bought land as you crossed,
But the courthouses burned
Or the records got lost.
I know your names now,
>From Abram to Zack.
Ther"s Sarah and Dicey
Cornealia and Jack,
William and Lidgard,
Ake, Martha and Joe,
But who were there parents,
I"ll never know.
Your cousins by dozens
Have shared in my quest,
But we"ve never quite "treed" you,
Though we gave it our best,
Oh, Henrys, my forbears,
As you traveled so far
You left egg on the face
Of the great DAR.
The genealogical Compendium
Has your lineage all wroung,
And the Mormons, alas,
Have baptized the wrong John.
So now I salute you!
You"ve given me " fitts " **
Though I still want to know you
I"m calling it quits.
* paraphrased from Isaiah 55:12
** fitts: A condition which caused the death of a certain Henry
according to the census taker.
Leota Dufur
Medford , Or.
Leota is also doing HENRY family research.
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