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This site is in honor of my grandparents Ed and Eva Upton.
Through them I learned the real meaning of FAMILY.
I have tried to trace my family history, both the Upton side and the Powers side. Although I do not have much on the Powers side, I am going to keep searching. The Upton side consists of the ancestors of my Grandfather and the Underwood side is that of my Grandmother.
The following poem is dedicated to them..............

A Trip To The Attic

The stairway to the attic
Was full of spiderwebs and dust.
The door squeeked as it opened wide,
Its hinges brown with rust.
No one had been inside this room
In almost twenty years.
So with broom in hand, we swept our way,
Recalling childhood fears.
You see, the attic had been a scary place
For boogymen to hide.
As children, we knew they'd get us
If we ever stepped inside.
But now, our fears have long since gone.
Curiousity took its place.
We wondered what treasures we would find
Stored there in that hallowed space.
We could never have imagined,
In all our wildest dreams,
The history held within these walls,
Tucked away beneath these beams.
We found Grandad's dusty uniform
That he wore in World War I.
Below it, sat a cradle
Grandad made for his first born son.
Over in the corner, there,
We saw Grandma's wooden trunk.
Hidden away and sitting beneath
Old newspapers, boxes and junk.
We carefully opened up the lid.
And much to our surprise,
We found a wealth of family history
Tucked away, neatly inside.
There was Grandma's old lace wedding gown,
Though yellow now with age.
We found her photo album.
And carefully turned each page.
In a box was Grandad's pocket watch,
And Grandma's wedding band,
The license when they married,
The deed to their piece of land,
A lock of hair from Mama's head
When she turned one year old,
A piece of paper that told about
Some cows that Grandad sold.
There were boxes and books
Of all sizes and shapes.
There were letters and cards.
There were records and tapes.
It seemed we spent hours,
Perhaps even days,
Searching thru treasures
Our grandparents had saved.
Now, I'll never forget
Our trip up those stairs.
Or that dusty old room
And the history it bares.

by Sandy Lee

The following poem I did not write.
I happened upon it while searching for
old pictures.

Come, look with me inside this drawer
In this box I' ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white
faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where or when,
These faces of my heritage
would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of pictures we take today?
The faces and memories
Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
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Jobe and Anna(West) Upton


The Columbus Napoleon and Rosa Bell(Burnett)Upton Family


Rosa Bell(Burnett)Upton and Martha(Johnson)Underwood


George Wesley Underwood


Martha Evaline(Underwood)Upton,
Amy Bell(Underwood)Broyles,
Sarah Jane(Underwood)Ayers


Edward Walter 'Ed' and Martha Evaline 'Eva'(Underwood)Upton


Argil and Imealie(Rutledge)McDanel


Clarence Wintfrey Powers
Eva Colleen(Upton)Powers
and daughter Sandra Lou Powers


I would like to acknowledge the following
My Families, The Upton's, Powers', Burnett's,
Virginia 'Genner'(Upton)Smith
Sharon Burnett/Crawford
RootsWeb.com, MyFamily.com
Gridley/Biggs Cemetery,
Genealogy volunteer researchers.
Without these sources, this site would not be.