Daddy Daughter Date...Across the Pond

How this all came to be was my dad was saying he wanted to meet Daniel and I in Paris  for the weekend.  Daniel had started his new job and there was no way he could go, and I just mentioned that I need to go to Bradford England to do some family research.  My dad was all over that idea because he just wanted to get away and it he was his family I was researching and my father loves England (served his mission in London and hadn't been up North).

My first map which worked great for the Motorways(Freeways)

I choose the time in September so I knew we could get on a flight to Manchester. It ended up a little rough, but we did get on and in first class!  I will admit that I packed to a  Salt Lake City fall leaning more to Atlanta weather.  It came as quite a surprise when we landed and it was 40ish degrees.  I ended up buying a great jacket.

I am so easily amused. My name was on the TV in my room!

Dad driving on the wrong side of the road--literally he is driving on the American side.

We rented a car because we needed to go to Bradford.  I was hoping that we could just rent a GPS and go from there, but they didn't have any left.  So I navigated us with a map and then later had to buy a town map which became really useful when we searched for where the family lived and moved.

The old grocer...sort of.

We started off driving to the moors. It really it is beautiful country and I'm sorry that I didn't get any good pictures of it.  We arrived after we struggled to find the hotel, and then headed to the Bradford Central Library.  The ladies there were so helpful.  I was able to find out my great great great grandfather was a prominent grocer in Bradford and we found where his grocery store stood which was right next to the Bradford Cathedral. Once again my little street book helped us find this.

My fish is so hot I can barely eat it!

For two nights we got fish and chips at this quaint little chippery near our hotel that served locals.  It was the best fish and chips I've had in a long time.Of course it was the best since the last time I had fish and chips was in England.

 On our third day we found the graveyard where William Lee was buried.  It is in the Colesly Parish. We drove out to the countryside and  found the church with its graveyard. It had taken care of some of its graves while others were very scary.  We couldn't find his grave, but as we were leaving to go to  the Halifax library, I pointed to a mess of weeds and said it's probably dead center in that mess.  We went to Halifax and found a cemetery map.  We went back and it was exactly where I said it was.  My dad was such a trouper because he walk into all that mess and cleared it away, so that we could stand right on top of it. It was the silliest and coolest thing ever.

This was the nice part of the cemetery that was taken care of.

We had to go home after we found this grave.  We did catch a movie at their museum of Photography and Cinema.  It was so cool to see Batman  in a museum it was totally designed to get the best out of the film. I'm glad we got to go there as it is one of my favorite museums.  While I was trying to find this guy's parents, I unfortunately didn't, but seeing where he lived and what he did and where he was buried made this trip successful for me.