I was the unassuming chief archivist at a historic museum in Virginia for nearly twenty-five years. A newly appointed director began stripping away my budget, mocking my traditional cataloging methods, and eventually ordering me to clean out my office, day…
Twenty-five years. Nine thousand one hundred and twenty-five days of walking past the limestone pillars, turning the brass key in the heavy oak doors, and breathing in that particular smell …
I was the unassuming chief archivist at a historic museum in Virginia for nearly twenty-five years. A newly appointed director began stripping away my budget, mocking my traditional cataloging methods, and eventually ordering me to clean out my office, day… Read More