At Least That's What I Thought

Before we left, I tried to find every ancestor buried in Ontario, and make sure I knew where every cemetery was so I wouldn't miss anyone. One couple, Adam Clarke Cooper and his wife Charlotte, I didn't have any record of where they were buried. But I remembered reading somewhere that someone thought they might have been buried in Buffalo. So i checked out the Buffalo cemeteries, but there over twenty of them, and I couldn't figure out which ones were old enough, and I finally ran out of time and gave up.

So on our way to the church history sites in New York, we got hopelessly lost in Buffalo. We ended up just driving around until we finally found a road that was on the map. As we were wandering, we passed a cemetery. I said, "I wonder if Adam and Charlotte are buried there."
But we continued on, finally found our way out of Buffalo, spent the whole day visiting church history sites, and made it back after dark. Our plane would be leaving at 11:00am the next morning, and our trip was pretty much over.
At least that's what I thought.

As I pulled out our itinerary to make sure I knew all the right times, I realized that our tickets were for the 24th, not the 23rd. I was shocked. I still have no idea how that happened, and I still get angry when I think about it. They were for the wrong day!!!
So we called the airline, and after charging us a hefty fee, they changed our flight to the right day. But it wouldn't leave until 5:00pm.
Suddenly I had a lot of time on my hands.
So I said, "Remember that cemetery we passed when we were lost?"

We found our way back, and asked at the office.
You already know, don't you?
They were there!!!
How crazy is that?Of course, they had no headstones. That doesn't seem to be the fashion among my family. This backpack is where Charlotte's headstone should be, and if you look really close, you can see Jef waving his arms where Adam's should be. They're like ten rows apart!

And remember how I thought that first cemetery was so big?
Well, this one was bigger.
It was HUGE!
Massive!!
It was
two hundred and sixty-nine acres!!!
Yes, I'm serious. You can check their website.

I didn't even know they made cemeteries that big.

So Jef and I found a picturesque spot to eat lunch by one of several bodies of water. While we ate, we noticed this big weird thing, and we went to check it out. No names on the slabs, a weird quote on the poking up part. We couldn't figure out why it was there.
We said, "Huh."
And went home.
So when I got home, I went to their website, and found out that this thing is a very famous monument by Frank Lloyd Wright, and they are very proud of it. I guess we're not exactly architectural connoisseurs, are we?
Also turns out that Millard Fillmore (the President) was buried in that cemetery. But we sort of missed that.
Or maybe we did see it, but we just said, "Huh."
And went home.