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Pollie
Pollie Genealogy is sociology and science. The long dead hide away in silence. Searching long hours to find a person who is found in a moment so certain. Born on the Coosa in 1824, Pollie found her love in a family so poor. At eighteen she married young William, in five years some malady had killed him. With family across the river trekking west, for miles and weeks traveling to land most blessed. There in hills of red to find contentment in a land full of enchantments. To Ole Alberson in wagons they came to start a new life their only aim. Some succeeded over the years, others like Pollie only found tears. No man to love, now long buried, No grave to visit, no cemetery. Children to rear, their mouths to feed. Fields to work, hands would bleed. No man to love, not for Pollie, need for companionship, such folly! Growing old and aches intolerable, Death appears, this enemy unconquerable. Now a century or more has passed. Long hours, red raw eyes; found her at last! Only a name, records too fragmentary No grave to visit, no cemetery.
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