Welcome to "My Strader - Wells Family Tree"
I dedicate this ongoing project to my parents, James Leon Strader and Bonnie Sophia Wells, may they forever rest in peace.
Our Mother, Bonnie Sophia Wells lost her parents at a very young age. When she was barely 5-years-old her father, Charles Henderson Wells passed away. At age 7, she lost her mother, Catherine Elizabeth. So, finding and documenting our Mother's ancestors, has been a huge part of this project. She spent some of her earliest years in an orphanage . So, Mama this is especially for you.
Please take a trip back in time and check out some of our Strader and Wells', etc. family history.
No one is ever born into life alone. Everyone has shared the bond of family, at least at birth, and for many people it is a bond that will follow them throughout life.
The Strader - Wells Family History is a work in progress. To continue to make progress we all can contribute. As time passes memories fade, information is lost, documents are thrown away and photos lose their meaning.
I welcome and encourage everyone to contact me if you have documents, information, or photos of the family.
I started this addictive hobby in the 1980's , in pre-computer, pre-Internet days, with a card index system - how times have changed!
The records on these pages come from many different sources. I have double checked all that I can, but with many contributions from other enthusiasts it is not always possible to verify everything.
If there are any mistakes, additions, extra details or corrections, please e-mail me and I will update as soon as possible. Copies of documents & photographs old and new are also appreciated! My e-mail is StraderWells@aol.com
If you already know you are a part of this tree, I hope there may be at least a little of our family here that you did not previously know.
Please sign my guest book so I know you have visited.
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiselled 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.