This morning when I woke at Tiny House Ontario, it was not the forest, but the phone that greeted me. A call about my computer and then another call to meet my cousin Sandy at the family graveyard. I had never been there before, because no one seemed to know how to find it, but he had been brought there by my Great Uncle George when he was young and remembered vaguely. We met there this morning about about 9:00 am.
I won’t share where it is unless you are family and want to know, but I will share that it is a bit of an odyssey to get there. When we arrived there was just one stone visible and a little marker that says J McC. Sandy remembered that there were more and had a trowel so we checked under the moss and found that there were a number of bits. Here is what we found of our ancestors headstones as well as the ruins from the original house, well, barns, outbuildings.
The thread of belonging for this is: The McConnell’s married into the Hendersons who married into the Comptons, who married into the Rickards, who married into the Morelands. The former farm is on a Kingston escarpment where the water runs sulfur.
I think that these folks are my great, great, great grandparents – but am not 100% sure, Sandy will look at his notes. It will be cool to get them up on Ancestry.com because they will not exist there having been buried for the last 40 years or so.