In this blog, I am documenting a piece of family history. My late mother was the Valedictorian of her high school class. I'm sorting through boxes of her things, and I found her valedictory address from 1944. A bit of history. And I was able to scan it before the brittle paper disintegrated. I encourage everyone to make electronic copies of family history such as this speech. There was just one yellowed fragile copy left.
I'm forever getting heartrending pleas from people in pathetic situations from all over the globe. Our IT manager here at NCFR is expert at screening these out, so it's rare to happen at work. But my after hours accounts? Oh, boy. There's enough spam to feed a regiment.