While those events went smoothly, we suddenly had to make sure some of the donations were scanned, as it turned out, they were not long term loans, but extremely temporary. And that is where I have been, at the scanner, and away from the blog. I truly hope that this will be the last hiatus for a long, long time.
Donations continue to pour into the History Center, here in beautiful downtown Fremont Michigan. Just yesterday, a member of Colonial Dames, who is cleaning house brought in a pile of magazines and books. She is sorting and making sure when she is gone, things don't just get tossed, as the next generation is so prone to do. So often we hear from visitors, when they come in to see what we do, say, "I just threw out a bunch of old (insert here: obituaries, clippings, newspapers, yearbooks, etc.) when cleaning out my mothers house after she died.
So why the picture of this stone for George Cunningham? How does he fit the theme of this post?
Poor Mary. As happens to so many people, now and then, when life seemed to be going along fine, s(tuff) happens. But even when you think it is the end, life goes on.
And so it is here at the Wantz Historical Research Center. Sandy and I never dreamed, when our funding was cut at the library, that we would continue on with this History Center being such a success. We have been supported by the community and are thriving. Even when things happen, sometimes you can still go along having a long full life, just like my GGGGG-granny Mary Sitts, (native), Nelles Cunningham Johnson.
So we also will continue here at the History Center. Stop by and visit us.