Hi Silvia, It was a really pleasant surprise to get a reply to my earlier query. Yes, my wife and I spent three weeks in Buenos Aires last Christmas and had a ball. We still remember it fondly.
My story is a rather long one but I'll keep it to the bare details. My particular purpose in visiting BA was to try to locate the last resting place of my grand-aunt, Elizabeth Carrick, and. if possible, to get her death certificate from the Registry Office, which I believe is in La Plata. She left Ireland aged 16 in 1881 and went to Queensland, Australia. She got married there at 19 to a William Mabbott and they then moved to Paraguay. Her husband died and at some point at the end of the nineteenth or beginning of the twentieth century she moved to Buenos Aires.I have three letters she wrote to her sister, my grandmother, back in Ireland. One is from Paraguay, the other two from BA. The address on her last letter, written in 1937, is "c/o Mrs Fraust, Calle Obligado 4835, BA". One letter was post-marked "Hurlingham". She was 72 at that point and in bad health, it seems.
I should say that for months before we went, I had done as much research as possible on the geography of this very large city and particularly where Calle Obligado might be. I visited the Argentinian Embassy in Dublin and wrote to the Argentinian Embassy in London. I wrote to the Irish Embassy in BA but got no reply. I wrote to the editor of "The Southern Cross" hoping my letter might be printed there but have no way of knowing if that happened. I posted here on Ireland XO Reaching Out. I thought that by visiting BA in person I might get answers to my questions. Unfortunately, despite having a wonderful time and meeting many interesting and helpful people, we came away without the information I'd hoped for. Our lack of Spanish was, of course,a factor.
We made a point of visiting Hurlingham (three times) since I felt this must be the area my grand-aunt lived in. We had lunch in the Hurlingham Club, having met with a man named Martin Heller. He introduced us to a young man named Guido who was good enough to drive us to the Hurling Club. There we met with a lady called Annette Sills who heard our story and volunteered to drive us to Calle Obligado. Unfortunately, it was Christmas time and family business intruded on her kind offer, so in the end she wasn't able to make it. We also got a lot of help from a young teacher of English whose mother was secretary in a church close to the Hurlingham Club. All in all we had a very positive experience but in the end the problem was that it appears in order to get a death certificate, you must have the deceased person's Identity Number. Of course, I don't have that number.
So, Silvia, there the genealogical mystery rests. Any suggestions would be more than welcome. Jim Waldron