There I was going through a carton of old papers all weekend. I thought this was going to be a relatively quick sort out. The best laid plans….and all that.
The fragile pieces had to be digitally copied for preservation of the record; there were so many of those. Tied up in a white plastic food bag, I found an absolute treasure trove of family history I did not know I possessed. I felt quietly excited. I touched these papers with reverence. Perhaps, I might feel some of the past that was not part of my living life, within them.
Many of the documents were written in a language of which I had no real knowledge, not enough to understand the true meaning of my discovery. By seeking advice through the internet, I obtained some really interesting information which has given context to the documents and brought their meaning alive. I marvel that people the world over, are so willing to share their knowledge.
The sort out continues; I am though, nearly at the bottom of the box. This does not mean that I have completed the task as, a quick look through a batch of varied papers,cards,photos etc. tells me I have still a lot of hours of painstaking ‘preservation’ ahead of me.