Today I went to the Family History Library in Salt lake City. I was looking for a record for my aunt. in the process of finding the record, I learned several things. One Mystie is not as bothered by elevators as I am. Two, the makers of the records I was looking for were not very neat writers and often took short cuts in how they spelled words. Third, I like the peace and relative quiet in the building. I am considering going every Monday for a couple hours during the next six months or so.
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