Today, I lined up over 200 inches of file folders, gloated over them a bit, then spent hours putting them in some semblance of order. When I packed them for storage a lifetime ago, I grabbed handfuls and shoved them in boxes. When I finally unpacked them in October, I grabbed handfuls and transferred them willie-nellie to filing crates; mostly I was just happy to have them out of storage. Today, I grabbed handfuls and lined them up in the hallway. Then I went down the line, folder by folder, and put them Where They Belonged.
Now, all the school research is together, all the character files are in alphabetical order, all the song folders are in one place, and all the “Little House” site research is together by location. The tract book pages are from east to west, and homestead files are, well, those are in alphabetical order too.
I didn’t look through many folders, but I made fun discoveries every time I did. I did not find Edwin Sanford‘s missing death certificate. But I did find Mrs. Boast‘s hens!
