It’s five PM and I want to share my wonderful experience of the day. Yes, I was “scanning” (after a couple of hours pulling weeds) and I selected a large padded envelope from a dear lady “cousin.” It was postmarked late November 1998 and, unquestionably, I read the contents at that time. However, it was all new to me today. Oh, how I loved reading the handwritten letters. Oh, how I cried as I read the Memoirs of Arthena Shoup. Because of years of “family history,” and years spent visiting in the Springfield, Ohio, area, I “knew” the families; I knew some of the homesteads.
I may be in the minority but I believe preserving correspondence, and research notes, has value. “Armchair researchers” can go to Ancestry.com and compile names, dates and locations. Personally, I love (love, love) the intimate details of narratives by warm-blooded Homo sapiens (versus impersonal giant computer with remarkable search features).