Welcome to The Phillip E. Forbes Family Tree and it's various Branches, 
Twigs and Leafs. This is a continuous work in progress, daunting at times, but none-
the-less, a true labor of love. It is a pleasure to honor my many ancestors and 
descendants by making sure that their names are not forgotten. Although very 
time consuming, a wonderful feeling overcomes me as I list each and every one 
of my known relatives, past and present, especially the earlier names. I feel 
a great respect and closer kinship just knowing that they have all walked this 
land before me. I wonder what it must it have been like to have lived during 
their various eras and to have experienced life as they knew it. I get a 
feeling that they are watching over my shoulder as I enter their names, along 
with that of their parents, siblings, spouses, children, birth places and 
various other dates. This journey brings me closer to them all and the 
experience is far greater than I could have ever imagined. I will be updating 
this site as often as possible to make sure that everyone listed in it has a 
voice. I consider this project to be part of my legacy that I will be able to 
proudly leave one day to my many descendants and other relatives. It is 
dedicated in loving memory to my parents, Kelly Ewell Forbes (1912-1972) and 
Velda Mary Casey (1912-2002).

Phillip E. Forbes



                                     ~DEAR ANCESTOR~ 

                         Your tombstone stands among the rest,

                                   neglected and alone.

            The name and date all chiseled out on polished, marbled stone.

                             It reaches out to all who care,

                                 it is too late to mourn,

                              you did not know that I exist,

                                 you died and I was born.

                Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone.

                          Our blood contracts, and beats a pulse,

                                   entirely not our own.

                            Dear Ancestor, the place you filled

                                   one hundred years ago,

                            spreads out among the ones you left,

                                 who would have loved you so.

                               I wonder if you lived and loved,

                        I wonder if you knew that someday I would find 

                                             this spot,

                                      and come to visit you.
 

                                                                           
                                                     Author unknown