We were perplexed to understand why anyone would give up Pennsylvania for the slate quarries of North Wales, but I wouldn't be here if he hadn't! My third cousin is from the branch of the family that wisely stayed in America. She now lives in Texas and she brought me a slab of pecan praline in the shape of Texas!
|Texan Pecan Praline|
We had a wonderful day swapping family stories and exploring cemeteries, looking for Parry graves. The weather was not at its best, high winds and rain, and it seemed to enhance the bleakness of the Welsh mountains. Not ideal for fighting your way round overgrown graveyards.
We were finally rewarded with finding the grave of my great-great grandfather.
|All in Welsh|
|Glad I took my woollies!|
We then went to the village where the family had lived and some of our grandfathers had been born.
|Aerial view of Yr Fron|
It was a wonderful experience. We all came home with a slab of Welsh slate as a souvenir! But most important of all, we have new friends who share a passion for family research.