THE GOOD ARCHIVES
As a sometimes wannabe reference librarian, I’ve always kept stories, lists, articles, or informational material on hand just in case. After reading a paper version of something interesting, I compulsively tear, cut, copy, and staple. Then I'll send it to live with other interesting papers in fading green hanging files stored in various Hanaway file cabinets and bins. Occasionally I'll pluck a few out for a reread, but mainly they've been waiting in the dark for an unknown future purpose.
Do you know that old, semi-bold phrase, "The Future is Now"? Well, in this case, the moment for my lifelong categorized collecting at last has arrived.
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​Like most tendencies, I come by my reference-collection habit honestly. My mom's mother — her name was Betty, but we all called her Mommer — was a prolific letter-writer. I will save some of her best handwritten lines for a future post because — what with details of the day's soup and bridge game, many pieces of cautious advice, unfiltered product and personal conduct reviews, and very detailed weather reports — they are a time-capsule treasure of her very particular, very opinionated 1980s-early 1990s Mommer-ness.
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Within many letters I'd find a carefully folded article or essay — often cut from the pages of Reader's Digest or the local paper; over time, Ann Landers seemed like a distant aunt, so vaguely familiar was her newsprint face to me. I imagine Mommer had an ongoing stack of clippings for each of us four grandkids according to our different personalities and life stages. She must have been ever on alert for potential letter-enclosure material.
It never occurred to me to toss Mommer's letters or bits of printed wisdom, because — I don't know? — maybe that high school graduation advice would one day come in handy? Or maybe I was just overly-sentimental? Or simply a pack rat? All of the above, probably. Regardless, sitting down today with a boxful of Mommer's letters and their enfolded articles underscored the direct line from her cutting + saving/sending to my own cutting + saving/sending. I'm still a loyal paper person, but I've also adapted with technology; my digital parallel involves long columns of multi-foldered bookmarked tabs. After combing through the various categories, I love nothing more than sending a perfect article link to its perfect recipient. The times have changed, but the Mommer in me just cannot stop.​​
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This is my long way of saying that I'm ready to free my old paper and digital files from their closeted obscurity and finally bring them out into the light of day. Occasionally I'll come across something Extra Good from my vintage collection that I think you might like. I'll tag it as coming from The Good Archives so you'll know to thank Mommer in memoriam when you see it 📬. ​









