A few months ago my mom mentioned that her family comes from Wales and she was excited we would be stopping in Wales. I'm a bit ashamed to say that I put it out of my mind as we survived through the summer and prepared for this trip. I would remember and put looking it up on my mental check list but it always came up after I was ready to be done for the day. I justified myself by saying there was no way we would be anywhere near where my family was from.
Well, I was wrong. Just as we were preparing to leave Wales I found myself with some free time. I pulled up family search and to find out just where my family was from. I could have kicked myself. We were not twenty miles from where my great-great-great grandfather, William Weal was born and died. It felt good to have been in the area where my ancestors walked at one point or another.