During my 60th anniversary trip, I had a lovely conversation with Frances, who mentioned that Julia was buried "up in Brisbin". As I drove back to Cleveland, I noticed the sign to Brisbin, and thought, well, the time to grow up as a genealogist had come.
40 minutes in a light drizzle, and I had found the resting places of many of the people in these pictures. At last, I had met them, though we could not speak. But our paths could still intersect on this earth in this time, just not in this life.




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