More truth in this than I care to confess.
Henry and clarissa Peterson Moore.
My Great Grandparents.
My wife looking at family graves.
Saw this on Pintrest and had to share. How many of us are guilty of something like this? I have gone on “vacations” and have had my wife sitting for hours at a micro-film reader going through miles of film. Besides she is better at spotting what I am looking for than I am. She also can tell you about many of the county, city, and town clerks throughout New York State. Did I forget to mention also the many wonderful genealogy and historical societies that we have visited. Then there was the day we spent on mostly back dirt roads in the Pennsylvania mountains. We spent that day from early morning looking for a family cemetery. We found many cemeteries but when we removed the weeds and over grown bushes from the grave stones they were not our family. It was a hot humid day of hard work. It was near sundown and we were hot, dirty, and tired when we decided to call it a day. So as we were driving back to where we were staying I spotted what turn out to be a tall head stone on top of a steep hill. We had spent a rugged day already but I was not going to give up. I pulled the car over and we climbed the hill. We cleaned up the grave stones and we had discovered our family cemetery! We had to work quickly to clean it up and take pictures as the sun was already setting and daylight was going fast. We could not go back the next day as we had to leave for home. . Above is a picture of the head stone I saw from the road. It turned out to be my Great Grandparents. This picture has been copied many times and posted on ancestry.com but it was our hard work that made it possible.
But the truth be told my wife has been very supportive of my work into our family history. She has proven again and again to be a valuable asset. Her sharp eyes have spotted many items that I never would have seen. Her suggestions have saved many outings and archive researches. If I could only get her to do the research and detail work I would have it made. But she will read what I put together and point out any discrepancies that she is so good at spotting. I also have to admit that she is very tolerant of the many hours that I put into my genealogy hobby.
The other picture is my wife as we were finding family graves in a well-kept up cemetery. This is in Oak Hill Cemetery, in Nyack, N.Y.. They were very helpful to us. I had called earlier in the week as we were going to be there Sunday when the office was closed. They left a cemetery map and also put an orange cone by the grave stones, to make it easier for us. A far cry from that day in Pennsylvania.