My sister and I have been on a few adventures through the years searching for the relatives. These usually involved day trips that took us to Moncton, New Brunswick, Hopewell Cape, NB or Gloucester, Massachusetts. We would have more questions at the end of the day than when we started. This has been going on all our adult lives.
Yesterday, my sister contacted me to say that she had the day off...what did we want to do? She was quite surprised to learn that I had a plan involving yet another search for a relative that would take us just minutes down the road. Oh the irony!
Over the weekend, I had been looking online again for more information. (I am simply amazed at how
often new information is added to the family files. Jill was right. Look often! [You may remember Jill's and my connection mentioned back in November.])
Would we find this four times great-grandfather of ours? We have yet to find his daughter, though we have found her son, our Nan's beloved grandpapa.
Past the lake and up the hill...now the road becomes a dirt road and still we forge on.
Our first glimpse. How odd to find a graveyard right in the middle of the woods.
I am grateful that Sis can get down and crawl around a bit. I sure can't.
Did we find him? We sure did and it adds another bit of closure. His time and ours on this earth are only separated by 75 years. I find that interesting to think about.
Then we went out to lunch, walked through the garden, shopped at the gift shop. It was a lovely day.