Last Saturday we spent about two and a half hours at the Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California. We found (with the help of the office people and a map) my Great-Grandparents graves. I was SOOOOOO EXCITED!!! I have been doing genealogy ("Genealogy, I am doing it! My Genealogy....sing along!) and my mom and I are stuck here. We know Frances's mom and dad's name and where they are supposed to be from, but that is about it. (Except for a few siblings)
Frances's mother died when she was just 3 or 4, and she was raised by her father's Sister Emma, and her husband. It was such an amazing experience to sit at her grave. This woman whom I had thought so much about. My mother's Grandmother. I never knew her. She died five years before I was born, and yet I feel such a connection to her. I long to find her Mother and Father, her little brother that was sent to a different family after their mothers death, or her little sister; who died the day that she was born, when complications took their mothers life. I long to put all the pieces together and see the whole puzzle. Hopefully soon I'll find what I'm looking for.