Disclaimer: probably not an interesting post to our friends,
but I am posting this for family and posterity sake.
While we were in North Carolina, we took a day trip to visit the graveyard where my Great Grandma, Great Great Grandparents, and my Great Great Great Grandparents are buried. I spent some time before our trip doing the research to find out their names, family names, and where they were buried. It was a neat experience to go and visit them while we were there.
These are a bunch of unmarked graves. I think my Great Grandma is buried in one of them. They were the only ones in the cemetery that didn't have names on them. (the birth Certificate of my G. Grandma said she was buried in this cemetery, and her sister is buried right next to these unmarked graves.) Her name is Lina Porter Holder.
This is the gravestone of my Great, Great, Grandpa--William Henry Porter and wife. My mother's father (my Grandpa) was named after him.
Fun tidbit, is that he was buried with a woman that according to my G.Grandma's death certificate she is not her mother--Lou Etta Sills. He was buried with a woman named Della E. I can't wait to find out what happened there...

These are the graves of my 3rd Great Grandparents. Nancy E. is the mother of William Henry Porter. And Malcolm Mallory is his step father. I have yet to find out the info about his biological father.
Today I was reading in the Book of Mormon in Alma 5:6 and it talked about sufficiently retaining in remembrance what our fathers went through. Visiting the graves of my ancestors, and driving through the county where they lived helped me understand their lives a little bit more.
I am incredibly grateful for them. As Isaac Newton said,
"If I have seen further, it is only by
standing on the shoulders of giants."