My Grandmother was a Geneologist.
She lived on Capitol Hill near the Archives.
Sometimes when I do massive research on an upcoming listing or case, I know where I get this from.
A recent topic of family conversation has been about scanning her life's work.
She researched the Valentine Family line for her entire life.
It is all in bags. We have the bags, we have the Fujitsu Scanners and we have the college students.
I have brought it up a lot the last year.
Then factor in some random thoughts the other day.
I realized I did not have anything that belonged to this Grandmother.
Just random thoughts.
Fast forward a few days.
My Mom received a letter in the mail from a distant Valentine relative who returned a letter my Grandmother wrote 25 years ago. 1990. Yep.
My Mother forwarded it. The typewriter font was exactly the same. The signature was the same.
And now I have something that belonged to my Grandmother. Days later.
It was a very sweet letter just like she always was. It talked about her Geneology work and relatives who had been in the Revolutionary War.
But even more than the GIFT of the letter is the family decision to SCAN her life's work.
As in NOW. She is dancing in HEAVEN for sure. I can hear her tap dancing away.