|Subject: Re: Travelling for family history|
I've visited lots of churches and cemeteries in Bristol / Somerset England. In Kenn, the church warden allowed us access to the handwritten records dating from 1813 - but I think he had a soft spot for the Aussie who'd come so far just to see the spot where her ancestor had been partially responsible for the last public hanging in Somerset, especially as his (the warden's) ancestor was one of those hanged.
I also travelled thru' the Rhondda Valley (not long enough) where my granddad was a miner, and on to Mountain Ash and saw the house my dad was born in. Maybe that's where I inherited my love of male voice choirs, so when I was able to attend a concert of the Morriston Orpheus Choir singing in their hometown, I couldn't say no. And later meeting the conductor and so many members of the choir, was just the icing on the cake.