Several months ago a woman contacted me by e-mail that she'd read my book and thought we might possibly be relatives. We corresponded from then on and, since I was going to be in the area visiting another relative, she asked if I'd come do some kind of meeting. So, yesterday morning I drove out to Lancaster, PA and had my last scheduled event of the book tour.
I'm a little melancholy this morning. Once I get done writing up an entry about yesterday's events I'll be hitting the road. It took me almost 11 months to make it to the East Coast, but I'll be trying to mad dash back west in four days -- almost makes me think I need to make another trip doing the opposite loop. ;)
If I did set out again I'd be sure to make another visit to Lancaster. I borrowed my aunt and uncle's car, and more importantly, their handy dandy gps doohickey <which I told them caused me to stumble into covetousness>. The woman I'd been corresponding with had set up a 'meet the author' event at her retirement community but we weren't sure how many would show.
When I arrived we had a marvelous lunch at the local hangout <whose name escapes me for the moment>, then she took me for a stroll around the community. Let me tell you what, this was one fine place to retire. Everything was immaculately kept, lawns, buildings, etc., and there were loads of activities and groups in the midst of about every type of business you could need. A coffee shop, a grocery store, a medical clinic. Not too shabby!
Turns out we had 17 women show up and we sat in a big circle and just had a Q&A time. About half of them had read the book, so I started with a synopsis for the other half and went from there. We had a wonderful discussion, lots of questions from many in the group, and the hour went whizzing by. Afterward I sold eight books which was also lovely considering how much gas I'm about to burn through. ;)
My host and I never did figure out our relative connection, but we didn't let that stop us from having a marvelous chat. After the meeting my great aunt took the two of us on a drive through Amish and Mennonite farm country which was absolutely gorgeous. Miles and miles of lush, green crops and neat as a pin farmhouses. I even saw a sod house which I'd only ever read about.
I left the retirement community with fresh homegrown tomatoes from the community garden, some gas money and a new friend. On to my great aunt and uncle's for dinner and another marvelous chat. We decided we hadn't seen each other since my grandparents 50th anniversary years before, and prior to that they'd seen me as a child. They had many stories I'd never heard before about the family, including one where my dad led his brothers into nailing their youngest brother by his overalls to the fence when they went on construction sites. I may have to confirm that one for accuracy since I can't imagine my sweet father doing such a thing. ;)
I also found a piece of info I'll endeavor to remember -- many times I've been asked 'where do you come from' or something similar in regards to my geneology. I've never cared a fig and always claim many generations of American, but my great aunt pulled out the geneology and showed me I'm about a 15th generation American since John Cowles came over from Wales. I wonder if Sean Connery or Catherine Zeta Jones will take my call now since we're practically kinsman... :p