Mary came to the Archives today to help out. We had a good time together. Still did not figure out the method or lack
thereof, used by the clerks who filled out the docket write up in the
books. So she found the numbers and I
wrote the papers.
After Mary left, I finished off the “Continued Actions” that
we had been working on and got out the papers for the “new entries”. I decided to just go from the first entry to
the last entry and it worked out a lot better for me to work it this way. The books have not been written in numerical
order or even alphabetical order and it is hard to follow the reasoning. Therefore, I used no reasoning at all and the
entries got documented on paper and pretty soon I will have the whole thing
finished. Perhaps I will be able to get
all the flattened out papers done before Jeff returns from his vacation.
In preparation for the new missionaries it might be a better
idea to just spend the time flattening out papers than trying to write them up
in preparation for digitizing them. Will
have to talk to Jeff about that.
When I got into work today, there was a jar of peaches on
the desk. Anne had left them there. She said that since I would not be here for
my next birthday, that she bought me a jar of peaches due to the fact that I
had told her of my wish when I was little to have a whole can of peaches all
for myself as my birthday present. How
sweet it this lady? I will surely miss
her when I go back to Arizona.
This evening I went visiting teaching and we visited
Rose. She told us the story of Sheila
whom she met in Bangor and brought her home to live with her here in
Hallowell. Sheila is allergic to cats
(Rose has 5) and dogs (Rose has one) and so Rose said she had to find another
place for Sheila to live. She called
Sue, our Relief Society President and it was suggested that Maria be asked to
take her in. She did. We met with Sheila last week and told her
about the book of Mormon and she said she would read it, so we gave a copy to
Maria to take to Sheila. It always
astounds me at the connections that we make.
I am very concerned about leaving the ‘cocoon’ of missionary
work and all its protections etc. and go back into the real world. Did this one time before and it felt like
someone had pulled the rug from under my feet while I was standing on it. I am not looking forward to this experience
again.
It is quite nice and
very comfortable doing the work we are doing.
Having to leave it and enter the world again is not inviting at all.
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