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said his mother was still living, aged 75. They had plans on coming east for a couple of weeks in June or July. I told Don that not only did I have information, but I had pictures of his great-great-grandparents, and could take him to see the Dwyer cemetery where his great-great-great-grandparents were buried.
Our conversation pretty much ended with that. The next week l\ received a package of information and entered it into my other collection of family data. In the next few weeks we called each other and Don said they were definitely coming in June and wanted to go to the cemetery. During the period in between, I had sent him pictures of the Dwyer family that had been obtained from the family album and other sources plus other extended information.
I learned from Don, that Thomas Burrell Dwyer and his wife Mary Flanagan, who were married Coshocton County, Ohio, had nine children, viz: Alfred Harrison “Harry” Dwyer, Nancy Dwyer Van Cleave (Don Popma’s great-grandmother), Mrs. Irene Green, Nellie “Ella” Stoddard, Barrick Dwyer (not Barret as we once thought), Harvey T. Dwyer, Charlotte S. “Lottie” Dwyer, Samantha Dwyer, and Henry F. Dwyer.
Don, his wife, Georgette, and Don’s mother, Mable, flew to Boston, Mass., and rented a car. After doing a lot of touring they finally got to Culpeper on Tuesday, June 11. I was working that evening, but met them Wednesday morning at Roy Rogers. Don rode with me, and Georgette and Mable followed in their car. We drove to the usual spot on the Skyline Drive and took the Piney Ridge trail down to the cemetery. Remembering there had been thunderstorms all week I though we’d get drenched before we went down and back. To our surprise and wonderment it turned out to be a beautiful day.
So here, on top of the Blue Ridge on a sunny Wednesday afternoon in June there was a reunion. A reunion with the living folks, and a reunion where those folks returned to the land of their forefathers. AT the grave of Thomas B. Dwyer, father of Thomas Burrell, Don offered a toast. This marks the 200th year of our ancestor’s birth.
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