I started entering information into this site in July 2003, and it seems to be a never ending story, but a fun one to research. Once you have looked through this site please sign the guest book at the icon above, and let me know what you think. I would have never have gotten this far if it weren`t for a few people that have helped me tremendously, they are Alice Faye Huitt Preston, Jane Moore Singletary, Patty VanZant, Dena Rae Lacey, Sara Schneider and Ethel Brack-Lock. They have all been willing to share information, photos and documents with me. For those of you who have helped me by sending pictures and updated information I thank you also.
In 2006, I was able to get a copy of The Brack Book 1973, written by Ethel Lock (nee Brack). In this book is a poem that was written by Emil Brack on March 24th, 1943, it was prompted by Emils whole family narrowly escaping death by freezing. He wrote it to his nephew Harry. Emil was involved in genealogy also, and I thought it would be fitting to place it here.
Many of those who follow me
Descendents of the Bracks
Will never care a whit about
Retracing any tracks.
They come and go and leave their marks
Upon the sands of time
But who is who, no one records
In either prose or rhyme.
The things they say, or do, or think
Are lost forever more
The moment that their last grandchild
In death shall close his door.
For who is there amomg us now
Can tell of so-and-so
Among his forebearers, thus did he
A hundred years ago.
But if among our progeny
There be a scattered few
Who seek a trail behind their time
Of things we said and knew
For them we shall record these thoughts
With paper and pen,
The highlights in the lives of those
Who are not but who have been.