We drove around and found where they lived downtown-now it's a parking lot. We also found the houses on the hill for my great grandfather's sister and her son. We even got in the middle of the traffic for a Cincinnati Reds game.
We saw a paddleboat on the Ohio River.
The rest of our time was spent at three cemeteries. We weren't able to find graves for the old folks. My great-great grandfather died in the cholera epidemic of 1849, in July, which was the worst month for mortalities. There were 18 buried in his church cemetery the day he died. It was a downtown cemetery and eventually was moved and records were lost in the shuffle. The courthouse had a fire so those records were lost. I did find some gruesome newspaper articles about the epidemic-enough to cause me to pray that the swine flu doesn't get that bad!
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Amen!!!!
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