Whilst on a recent visit to the England, having moved to Ireland 4yrs ago. I went to the church in the town I had grown up in to do research. I met with the vicar who had searched the records for my family and came up with loads of info. on my family.
He gave me all the locations of all my family relatives, including my paternal Grandmother, which I already knew.
So I walked around the churchyard and located them all and made notes. There were no markers for my rellies graves, but were easy to find as the plots were well documented.
I turned to my Granny's grave to pay my respects, but noticed that it did not correspond with the plot number I had been given. So I returned to the vicar to tell him that he had given me the wrong plot number. He checked and double checked, and had given me the right plot number. So I returned to my Gran's grave and checked.
I then realised that I had been laying flowers on the wrong grave for almost 12 years.
As a child of nearly 8yrs old who had not attended her funeral, I had just followed my Aunty's verbal directions as to her plot.
On telling this to my eldest brother, he fell about laughing until I asked him where he had been laying flowers.
It transpired that he was even further away than me.
So poor old gran got no flowers, but at least two others had benefited.
Steve.
He gave me all the locations of all my family relatives, including my paternal Grandmother, which I already knew.
So I walked around the churchyard and located them all and made notes. There were no markers for my rellies graves, but were easy to find as the plots were well documented.
I turned to my Granny's grave to pay my respects, but noticed that it did not correspond with the plot number I had been given. So I returned to the vicar to tell him that he had given me the wrong plot number. He checked and double checked, and had given me the right plot number. So I returned to my Gran's grave and checked.
I then realised that I had been laying flowers on the wrong grave for almost 12 years.
As a child of nearly 8yrs old who had not attended her funeral, I had just followed my Aunty's verbal directions as to her plot.
On telling this to my eldest brother, he fell about laughing until I asked him where he had been laying flowers.
It transpired that he was even further away than me.
So poor old gran got no flowers, but at least two others had benefited.
Steve.
