On my first real genealogical/vacation trip my husband and I went to Pennsylvania. I was looking for the home my ggrandparents settled in after they came to this country.
In the blink of an eye we went through the small town I was looking for. Suddenly we came down a hill, hit a dead end, and noticed the old post office that clearly stated it was the "Rowland P.O." This P.O. wasn't being used any longer, I am sure they built a new one in the newer part of town. Rowland's population was 1,527 in 2007, and the town no doubt needed a bigger, better P.O.!
Having missed the landmarks I was looking for from my directions, we needed to stop and ask for assistance. Across the way was a very old, small building we drove past as we were turning around at the end of the road. It was a fishing/bait shop. My husband suggested I stop and ask there. I was thinking out loud..."the man I saw in the window was quite old and he wouldn't know anything". My husband stated, "Who better?". Silly me, of course!
We pulled over and went into this cute, old, tiny shop and spoke with the gentleman there. Once we went in and saw him, he wasn't as old as he looked in the window as we were driving by, a sign of my aging eyes! I explained where I was trying to go and he said he didn't have a clue, but, he knew his wife would know! Ok, now we are on to something! He was very kind and called his wife. Absolutely amazing was the fact that she knew my family name and the house and exactly where it was! I started feeling the excitement rise in my body. Oh... I am finally going to get there!
To make things even more coincidental, the wife continued on with her husband stating that, the property is now owned by her uncle. Wow, small world. Apparently her uncle was away for some time and she gave us permission to go and look around the property. Next we found out that the property was just down the road, almost not worth getting in the car to go to!
I wish I could remember this man's name who was so helpful to us. I believe I have it written somewhere but it is buried under mounds of paper. He was kind enough to let me take a picture of him and his business. He was very happy going to work every day, and I wondered how many customers came through his establishment in any given period of time. The location was perfect, right on the river......but hardly a sole in sight.
This gentleman and his wife gave me the final instructions on finding my great grandparents home, and to think I didn't want to stop in at that old bait shop!
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