My Search For Ancestors
I started searching in cemeteries when I could only read the name Mary
on a tombstone as my Grandfather was searching for his Great Aunt Mary Thompson. I was about 7 years old. We looked for his Great Aunt Mary every time we made a trip (twice a year) back to the place he was born. We never did find her grave. My grandpa died when I was 15 years old and I made a vow that I would continue to hunt for his Great Aunt Mary Thompson's grave. When I was about 20 years old I was back in his old county and I stopped at a house and asked if they had ever heard or knew of a Mary Thompson in the area. Yes, they had and there was a Mary Thompson living up the road! I was so excited--I could not wait but then I was afraid to knock on the door---not knowing who or what I would find. I did though and heard footsteps on the other side of the door--and then a old lady opened the door.
I explained who I was and who my Grandpa was and why I was looking for a Mary Thompson and low and behold---she said "Come on in!"
Mary Thompson that you are looking for her grave is my Grandma!
Come on in! I at last knew where my Grandpa's great Aunt Mary Guthrie
Thompson was buried. This started my ancestry searching and I am still at it at age 66. It has been a lifetime interest and this is just one story but the starting one.