Ol' Myrt worked through some research assignments yesterday at the Family
History Library (FHL)in Salt Lake City. Once when walking down the aisle between
rows of microfilm cabinets, I came across a tiny little lady who asked for my
assistance. She simply couldn't reach to place a film on the top shelf of a
vertical overhead drawer and there was no library step-stool in sight.
Upon closer inspection, her name
tag revealed that this dear woman was a volunteer staff "missionary." She was
about 4 feet nine inches tall and cute as a button, gray hair and all. She held
a small wooden box with microfilms yet to be filed.
I was curious, thinking perhaps
these were new copies of worn-out microfilm, or new films being added to the
Ol' Myrt was shocked when this
dear lady calmly told me it was her hour to refile microfilms left out by
patrons of this floor of FHL. [aaack!] During her first 15 minutes on this
regular job rotation, she had worked through about 30 microfilms left out on
this floor of the FHL, the US/Canada microfilm collection.
Where is Miss Manners when we
Happy family tree climbing!