Over Labor Day weekend in 2015, my dad’s cousin and I met in Cleveland to do some in-person digging into our family tree. We planned to drive through the old ‘hoods to find the family homes, find as many headstones as we could, spend some time at the Cleveland History Center to take a gander through old documents… and, of course, to take gobs and gobs of pictures!
Day four (our last day before I left for home) brought Ginny and I to one of my grandfather’s favorite childhood haunts: Squaw Rock at South Chagrin Reservation.
Despite the heat, Ginny and I trekked onward to another of my grandfather’s favorite childhood haunts, Squire’s Castle. The story he told me varies drastically from the truth; it makes me wonder how old he was when he visited or if he and his friends made up a backstory…
A European strikes it rich in America, but his wife hates it and goes crazy while they live there. They abandon the castle and move back to Europe.
We ended our day at the James A. Garfield National Historic Site. We had no idea President Garfield was such a renaissance man and all around stand up guy!