Saturday, June 18, 2011
While my husband (the descendant of Deacon Edmund Rice) moved the car off the road. I stood and survey the "oldest section" of gravestones from the road inside the cemetery.
I knew this was the stone we were looking for, so I took this photo and yelled, "Bring the mirror!). As he approached me, I pointed at the stone. He said, "How do you do that?"
I smiled. Such is the life of the gravestone maven...