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About The Phillip E. Forbes & Family Tree
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, descendants and relatives 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, distant and near.
I feel a great respect and closer kinship just knowing that they
have all walked this land before me. I wonder what it must have been
like to have lived during their various eras and to have experienced
life as they knew it. I have 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 data.

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 wonderful parents, Kelly Ewell
Forbes (1912-1972) and Velda Mary (Casey) Forbes Allen (1912-2002)
and to my sweet, little sister, Carole Jane Forbes (1942-2012).

(Author unknown)

We are the chosen. There is one in each family who seems called to find the ancestors. To put
flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that 
somehow they know and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but 
instead,breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All 
tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry 
out to us, “Tell our story!”, so we do.

In finding them we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I 
have lost count. How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow, there was love
there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am and 
asks, “Why do I do the things I do?” It is about seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to 
weeds and indifference and saying, “I can’t let this happen.” The bones here are flesh of my 
flesh. It means doing something about it. It is about pride in what our ancestors were able to 
accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It is about respecting their hardships 
and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life 
for their family. It is about deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It is 
about a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us – that we might be born 
who we are, that we might remember them, so we do.

With love, caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are 
us.Therefore, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in 
the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family 
storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old 
to step up and put flesh on the bones.

"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure." (Author unknown) 

"Death, in its silent, sure march is fast gathering those who I have longest loved,
so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow." (Robert E. Lee, 1869)

"Remembering you is easy, we do it everyday but there's an ache within
 our heart that will never go away." (Author unknown)

"For we know that when this tent we live in now is taken down - when we die and leave these 
bodies - we will have wonderful new bodies in heaven, homes that will be ours forevermore, made 
for us by God himself, and not by human hands." (2 Corinthians 5:1 TLB)

"Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening" (Sir Walter Scott)

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die." (Thomas Campbell)

"The toils of the road will seem nothing, when I get to the end of the way." (Charles D. 

We're all infinite spiritual beings having a temporary human experience.(Author unknown)

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." (Dr. Seuss)
"Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first." (Ernestine Ulmer) 

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.  
(From a headstone in Ireland)

"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give". (Sir Winston Churchill)

"Don't go where the path may lead, go instead where there is not path...and leave a trail."
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if 
He doesn't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.
(Irish Blessings) 

The best exercise in the world is to bend down and help someone up. (Dear Abby)

(by Ron Tranmer)

We little knew the day that God
was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.

(by A.M. Overton)

“My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache.
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray.
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho' night be dark and it may seem,
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight far too dim;
But come what may I'll simply trust,
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He'll make,
Through all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake.”

(by Fred Pratt Green)

How blest are they who trust in Christ
When we and those we love must part:
We yield them up, for go they must,
But do not lose them from our heart.

In ripened age, their harvest reaped,
Or gone from us in youth or prime,
In Christ they have eternal life,
Released from all the bonds of time.

In Christ, who tasted death for us,
We rise above our natural grief,
And witness to a stricken world
The strength and splendour of belief.

(by Ester Mary Walker)

Blessed are they
Who understand
My faltering step
And palsied hand.

Blessed are they
Who know today
My ears must strain
To catch what they say.

Blessed are they
Who seem to know
My eyes are dim
And my wits are slow.

Blessed are they
That looked away
When coffee spilled
At the table today.

Blessed are they
With a cheery smile
Who stop to chat
For a little while.

Blessed are they
Who never say,
"You've told me that story
Twice today."

Blessed are they
Who know the ways
To bring back memories
Of yesterdays.

Blessed are they
Who make it known
That I'm loved, respected,
And not alone.

Blessed are they
Who know I'm at a loss
To find the strength
To carry the cross.

Blessed are they
Who ease the days
On my journey Home
In loving ways.

(Author unknown)

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.                                                                

(by Linda Ellis)

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning 
to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the
following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth,
and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own; the cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to
change? For you never know how much time is left. You could be at
"dash mid-range".

If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more,
and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash,
would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

(by Betty Banner)

Dear Lord:
Could You spare some Guardian Angels
To give me peace of mind
As my children wander from me
And stretch the ties that bind?
You have heavenly legions, Father.
Could You send me just a few
To guide my eager youngsters
As I give them, Lord, to You?
Oh thank You, thank You, Father,
And, oh my glad heart sings.
I'm certain that just now I heard
The swish of passing wings!

(Author unknown)

There's a place I've never seen, beyond this world we know,
a place I've only heard of but someday hope to go.
It's not on any map and there are no roads to take me there,
but it's a place of perfect peace, where hearts are free from care.
And though I understand some may be saddened when I leave,
one day, we all will meet again - that's what I believe.
When it's time to travel there, I think I'll wear a smile.
I'll say good-bye to those I love, but only for a while,
knowing there are others who have traveled there alone,
who cannot wait to greet me and to whisper "welcome home."  

(Author Unknown) 

If I knew it would be the last time
That I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say “I love you,”
instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our “I love you’s,”
And certainly there’s another chance
to say our “Anything I can do’s?”

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn’t take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you’ll always hold them dear

Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,”
“Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”
And if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll have no regrets about today.

(By Betty Stuckworth)

When I come home to heaven,
How joyful it will be!
For on that day at last
My risen Lord I'll see.
No greater happiness than
To see Him face to face.
To see the love in His eyes
And feel His warm embrace.
I've done nothing to deserve
That perfect home above.
It was given freely through
The grace of Jesus' love.
Then why should earthly cares
Weigh down upon me so?
They'll be a distant memory
When home at last I go.

(Author Unknown)

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake from which I'll never part.
God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.

(Author Unknown)

Don’t grieve for me for now I’m free,
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that peace at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh a kiss,
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.
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Getting Around
There are several ways to browse the family tree. The Tree View graphically shows the relationship of selected person to their kin. The Family View shows the person you have selected in the center, with his/her photo on the left and notes on the right. Above are the father and mother and below are the children. The Ancestor Chart shows the person you have selected in the left, with the photograph above and children below. On the right are the parents, grandparents and great-grandparents. The Descendant Chart shows the person you have selected in the left, with the photograph and parents below. On the right are the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Do you know who your second cousins are? Try the Kinship Relationships Tool. Your site can generate various Reports for each name in your family tree. You can select a name from the list on the top-right menu bar.

In addition to the charts and reports you have Photo Albums, the Events list and the Relationships tool. Family photographs are organized in the Photo Index. Each Album's photographs are accompanied by a caption. To enlarge a photograph just click on it. Keep up with the family birthdays and anniversaries in the Events list. Birthdays and Anniversaries of living persons are listed by month. Want to know how you are related to anybody ? Check out the Relationships tool.

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