Our Family's Journey Through Time & Space
On our genealogy website here, you'll find info, documents, media of different formats and my paternal line (the Jones Family) and my maternal lines (the Zikorus Family). I can trace my great-grandfather back to Hot Springs, Arkansas where he was born around 1874 and my mother's line back to Lithuania and Russia, where my grandparents were born around 1892. They and my Great Aunt Katie emigrated to America sometime in the early 1900's. Donna's lineage can be traced back to England, Scotland and Ireland. The Hyman's and the Woodson's had made their way to the Florence, South Carolina area and surrounding counties. We are also dedicating this site to locating and documenting as much as we can about our family's history and genealogy.
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We are the chosen. In each family there is one 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. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers 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 told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us.". 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 why I do the things I do.
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In the sands of time, Sunday at five pm, September 26, 1999, at the Alhambra Hall at 131 Middle Street, Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. To be, and was, a wedding with a view of and from a most historical location. In the distances lay Fort Sumter, Charleston Harbor and South Battery, the cradle of legends, through time.
With the season of autumn fast coming on, beneath an overcast sky, with an ever so gentle breeze, under the 'ol mossy laden oak tree standing next to the grassy marsh, in the presence of many peers, Donna Marie Hyman & John Paul Jones exchanged their most sacred of vows, for now, and for all times, two will become as one.
With the passing of the vows, the couple began the slow climb to the second floor with a view beyond. There the atmosphere was one of, and now, let the celebration begin, and begin it did. As the band played on, the mood was enhanced by fine food and spirits a plenty, in the best of company.
But, like all celebrations, there must be an ending, for life must go on, or begin. With sundown fast coming on, the couple journeyed out into life, leaving that 'ol mossy laden oak tree far behind, from where it all began, life.
Donna is the daughter of James Wayne Hyman & Agnes Marie Woodson of South Carolina. John is the son of Forrest Leslie Jones Sr. and Helen Mary Zikorus, formerly of Massachusetts, now South Carolina.
by Phillip M. Hyman of Cross, South Carolina
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