Growing up in southwestern Pennsylvania was a fun thing to do. I used to be my older brother's tag-along. We often rode our bicycles to the town of Crows Run.
There, in the hills, near a cave where we played, we saw the gravesite of "Mr. Conway." He was supposed to be the founder of the town we lived in--Conway, Pennsylvania.
It was a far different world from what it is today. We could do this as children (11-12 years old) and be completely safe. We didn't have to lock our doors at home or put bars on our windows. People could leave their cars unlocked, if they were fortunate enough to have a car. We weren't.
We were poor, but happy. Our Mom would give us each 25 cents a week allowance. It was quite a treat. One day a week, we didn't have to ride our bicycles. Instead, we rode the bus to the movie theatre in Freedom, Pennsylvania, paid to get into the show, bought a bag of popcorn, and had a nickle left over.
We went to the show often because one week's chapter had the hero being blown up in a cave and we'd have to go back again the following week to find out how he escaped.
Conway Junior High School had the best teachers in the world. We thrived on going to school and enjoyed our history classes most of all.
Now that I am much older and my family has all passed away, there is no one with whom I can go forward so I made the decision to go backwards with the historical studies of genealogy.
At Find A Grave, I have met some of the nicest people in the world, who have the same interests as I do. They have provided me with information about my family and my genealogical research for free and for fun.