Also recently I was told to pray to the ancestor who was my brick wall and ask them to help me find what I needed to research them. Within two days I had a break. Out of the clear blue I got an email answer from her cemetery that included the address she lived in when she died so for the heck of it I did a google search on the address and 1937 the year she died and wham there was her house in an online article called the forgotten new york and its a walking tour around brooklyn and other ny areas. He even did a walk through her cemetery and took pictures. I was in heaven I sat here and cried. She died before I was born and my father was only a boy when she died so it was a real honor and I felt like I was meeting her for the first time.