Yesterday I decided I would step up and volunteer to find a grave since I've requested several sets of photos and have had success with the site.  Hubby and son both went with me to the cemetery, which is very close to our house.  Since it was Sunday, there was no one in the office to help us locate the stones, but we figured we'd give it a go.  We (wrongly) assumed there would be some rhyme and reason to the plots and that we'd be able to find it with a little work.   

Luckily it wasn't too hot.   Hubby and I each chose a plot to search and began looking, first for the marker stones, then at the actual headstones.  Son ran between us, locating marker stones with glee.  I searched an entire plot with no luck - hubby and I were talking to each other on our cell phones and he wasn't having luck either.  I started on the next plot and hubby warned me that there were some aggressive blackbirds that seemed to be guarding a tree in the plot.  He wasn't kidding - I felt like I was living "The Birds" - they were chip-chip-chipping and dive-bombing me.  At one point I turned and one was practically in my face; my scream made hubby laugh.   I'm sure the wild waving of my purse was amusing to passersby.  I abandoned the plot and met up with hubby and son.  We'd been at it for about an hour, and we were all hot and sweaty.  I decided to give up and just call today (Monday).   

After 3 phone calls, several failed faxes, and a promise to tape a map to the closed office door - we found the stones.  As luck would have it, the groundskeeper mowed today and all of the stones were covered in grass.  I dug out my snowbrush so I could get as much grass off as I could.  It was exciting, not only to help someone out, but because our efforts weren't in vain.   I'll be out again on Saturday, looking again.