No travel tour

After leaving California I realized I might have missed an opportunity to find the grave of two relatives in the Monterrey area. By chance a few years ago I stumbled upon a picture listed on Findagrave.com and had left a request to get a picture of the graves, as the listing picture was the cemetery marker, and not the specific graves. Then I forgot all about it as the request went unfulfilled.

Out of the blue, a month ago I heard from a gal who had taken a trip to the San Lucas Cemetery and regretfully couldn't find the grave sites I'd inquired about. Being a very small cemetery in a very sparsely populated town, there wasn't much left from the graves planted over 100 years ago. I asked if I might be able to see the pictures she had so that I might capture the "feel" of the place and get a sense of what it might have been like to visit. She generously offered to send me a disc copy of all the pictures.

 Of all the graves that were no longer recognizable, this picture made me wonder most, since my Great (x3) Grandfather was buried in the same cemetery as his infant grandson (who died at 9months of age). I wonder if the family ever even had a headstone for them, as this cemetery strikes me as rather humble.

Shortly after the tragic deaths the family left California for the territory of Oklahoma. Many years ago my grandparents took me on a road trip from CO to OK, which squelched any notions of romanticism I might have held for the Okey state. While I was glad to have seen the small cottage home built for my Great Grandmother, I didn't get the sense that was were I belonged.

I've often pondered where we might finally settle for good. Perhaps I've allowed myself to plant our roots a little too deeply, as our current domicile feels quite comfy. However, there's little assurance that we'll be able to stay forever. So I continue to wonder, where home will be. Of course I wonder about places that from which my ancestors came.