When we find out something that the families need to know since we are plenty  and sometimes far away I would like for anyone having any updates to this site  or any events that occur please contact me and I will post it on the web site  so that anyone interested can be informed.



This site is dedicated to my parents Bill Creasy and Alta Hartman. The main  reason for the site is since my father didn't seem to know his family, other  than the immediate ones, he couldn't tell us much about them or their lives.  Also for my mother who knows alot about her family and doesn't want her  children not to know them or about them. So what started out to be, I thought,  a simple quest has now developed into a rather large and time consuming  project that hopefully the grandchildren and ggrandchildren will come to take  with then and never lose site of where they came from and what it took to get  them where they are today. I would like to thank my mother for letting me pick  through her memories and for the many photos I have. I know there are lots of  pictures out there, which my Aunt Hilda has provided a few of the  ggrandparents, I would love to have more on the site if anyone has any please  send them to me at my email address. I know that there are some on here that  you may not have seen before and you are welcome to take them from the site or  email me and I will send you the ones you would like. Again thank you and if  anyone has any information that they would like to send me please do, I  welcome any corrections if there are any that need to be done.

We Are the Chosen 
 Author Unknown

My feelings are in each family we are 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 story tellers of the tribe. 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 do I do the things I do?  It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be  lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen.   The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh.  It goes to doing  something about it.  It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to  accomplish; how they contributed to what we are today.  It goes to 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 goes to deep  pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.  It goes to 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 and caring and  scribing each fact of their existence, Because we are them and they are us.

So, 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.