First town we went to (Birr) turned out to be a dead end. As the historian noted, Youre looking for a needle in a haystack...and right now, all I can you is, youre in the wrong haystack. A stop in a bar -- seriously, a bar -- led to a longshot suggestion. That longshot led to a distant relative who not only knew of the farm, but owns the land now. After a few good stories, he took us over to the farm and then to the cemetery where my great-great grandparents rest.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 21:21:57 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015