The conference was wonderful! Both of us learned so much that we worry about our ability to process it. There were several national speakers including David Rencher of FamilySearch, Leslie Albrecht Huber, Shamele Jordon, and Lisa Louise Cooke. All did not disappoint. The speakers were able to combine the best of technology with the best of original documents. I now have a much better idea of how to use the available microfilm from the Freedmen's Bureau that is housed in the Cincinnati Public Library. This information will be very helpful as Jimmie Ellis and I continue to work on his family's history in Georgia.
As great a time as we had, however, Barbara apparently takes her life in her hands if she agrees to travel with me. Last October we traveled together to Mt. Sterling, Kentucky to visit the home of our Probert ancestors. The next day, we traveled to the Kentucky Archives in Frankfort. A few miles out the sirens went off warning us of a possible tornado. Police officers were speeding up and down the street with their sirens blaring and trying to get everyone off of the streets. We tried to take refuge in a bank, but they had a sign on the door telling us that they had taken refuge and locked the doors. We and several others took shelter in the covered drive-through. I naively thought it wasn't that bad -- until Barbara sent me this photograph:
|Tornado in Frankfort|
Not wanting to subject my cousin to another frightening travel experience with me, I was happy that we had such an uneventful drive to the conference. But I was happy too soon. The Hyatt Capitol offered free valet parking to all conference attendees. Sounds like a great plan, but how do a few valets get cars in a reasonable time frame for several hundred people all dismissed at the same time? After waiting for over half an hour, Barbara approached one of the valets only to be told that our car had a dead battery, but no problem -- they were charging the battery and would have it up front in a few minutes. (The valet took care to tell Barbara that it wasn't anything they had done). After another 30 minutes went by, we were told that they got the car out of the garage and it died on the street. No charge in the world was going to get it there. They literally pushed the car to the front of the hotel.
|Barbara, Kathy and the car|
My husband, Bill, met us at the Subaru dealer in Cincinnati, where we are now all convinced that the valet left the parking lights on. When they hooked up the battery to a charger, the parking lights were on! What's strange is that they couldn't be turned off. We'll get the final diagnosis tomorrow.
Bill, Barbara and I went to Bravo's where dinner and a couple of drinks made everything right with the world once again. I'm just hoping that Barbara will be willing to go places with me in the future. One thing for sure -- our trips together have been unforgettable.