…for the love of old things
I’m still in denial that summer is rapidly coming to a close, but truth be told I love autumn even more. It’s my favorite season. Its colors are my colors (red, gold and rust), the scents (crispy dry leaves and apples) intoxicate me and don’t get me started on all those luscious meals of hearty stews…
Preface: When a nun dies some of her belongings eventually head to the religious order’s archives. Photographs, personal journals, letters and such are welcomed, but other things have no historical value. That’s where I come in! My friend (who’s an archivist for two orders) gives me a call and I head over to see what…
