Although the letter was unanswered by the time we left for LA I packed for most possibilities taking numerous file folders with family genealogy, a Family Tree DNA Y sample kit, an Ancestry.com autosomal sample kit, my Flip-pal scanner with extra recharged batteries and phone number to call.
I was nervous to call a complete stranger although the correspondence had softened the nerves some. My mistake was not calling the number I had in advance. You guessed it. The number was no longer in service nor did the area code information have a listing. A sign of smart phone use rather than land line use. So I was left with the choice to drive to the address I had from our letter writing. I did.
The adventure was the address was not where it would be expected. However, after trespassing and knocking over some cans an occupant asked if they could help me. I explained the address and found that the property had been split so that the address I was seeking was above the house where I was. Thank goodness for strangers helping out.
I drove to the house above and parked. I screwed up my courage and headed for what appeared to be the front door. Knock at the door brought no answer. I was not about to leave without leaving a note or two. I put one note in the front door frame and left another note with a Family Group Sheet (of course) in the mail box.
So it was time to find a cemetery and the graves of what would be my first cousin once removed. It was a busy day at the San Fernando Mission Cemetery; however, a person in the business office was able to give me the locations. After some tramping around I was able to find the grave markers and pay my respects.
FORTUNATELY my smart phone rang and it was my second cousin who had been out running errands. He agreed to meet Super Bowl Sunday morning before the party began at his home. We chatted briefly and next would be the Sunday visit.