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 collection.
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 need her?
Happy family tree climbing!
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