It is a sad fact of genealogical research that I often discover long-lost relatives after they’ve died, and indeed it is the discovery their obituaries that reveals them. In that vein, last night, after literally decades of searching, I discovered the fate of my long-lost first cousin Leslie when I found her obituary on Ancestry.com. She was about ten years older than I, and I discovered she died last November in Medford Oregon.
When I was about 15, our cat had kittens. The family was going to go out of town for a couple of weeks for summer vacation, but the kittens were tiny and not really weaned yet. My mother wanted to get rid of them before we left town. She wanted to simply go somewhere to a different neighborhood and drop off those kittens because “they are cute and someone will adopt them”.