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Yesterday turned out to be a very good day.
It rained the entire day, which gave me the perfect excuse to stay inside and take care of things that had been piling up. I would occasionally look out and say, "oh, still pouring, wouldn't want to go out in that."
I finished scanning the pile of stuff that I had set aside to scan. Cleaned my desk and two sets of shelves. As a result I found a bunch more stuff to scan, two bags of stuff that I shredded, and another bag that could just go to recycling.
Among the things I scanned were the bits of newspaper that I found in an abandoned house when I was a kid. They were disintegrating so I figured I'd better get them scanned before they become dust completely.
I found these were in a house that had fallen into disrepair. We always called the place the hundred acre house because it sat on 100 acres of forest that was for sale the entire time we lived next door on our measly 75 acres of field and forest. During the summer we'd go up and pick lilacs from the huge hedge that was planted in the time the house was used. From the looks of old house that had been some time ago. The roof was gone, as were most of the walls. The only thing that remained on the second floor was part of the stairs up, a small chunk of floor sagging away from the central chimney out into the oblivion of a drop into the cellar hole.
The papers were sitting there on the floor a bit out from the stairs, close to the dropoff. I wanted to save and secure them badly. So badly I climbed the stairs and crawled on what was left of the floor out to where they lay. I was, and still am, afraid of falling. I had a very vivid picture of what it would feel like to crater into the cellar. But my small frame served me well. I managed to retrieve some of the nearer papers and have kept them since.
I love the style of the writing and the attitude that comes through in the writing. Now they are preserved in 600dpi scans. If you're interested in the files, which run up to 12megs I can pass them along to you. There are only a few partial pages, but they are fun to look at. Some of the bits are from 1894, the others are from 1906.
The day ended with continued rain, a very pleasant chat with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
bravecows, and a late supper.
Oh, the icon is from the scanning, isn't it neat!
I finished scanning the pile of stuff that I had set aside to scan. Cleaned my desk and two sets of shelves. As a result I found a bunch more stuff to scan, two bags of stuff that I shredded, and another bag that could just go to recycling.
Among the things I scanned were the bits of newspaper that I found in an abandoned house when I was a kid. They were disintegrating so I figured I'd better get them scanned before they become dust completely.
I found these were in a house that had fallen into disrepair. We always called the place the hundred acre house because it sat on 100 acres of forest that was for sale the entire time we lived next door on our measly 75 acres of field and forest. During the summer we'd go up and pick lilacs from the huge hedge that was planted in the time the house was used. From the looks of old house that had been some time ago. The roof was gone, as were most of the walls. The only thing that remained on the second floor was part of the stairs up, a small chunk of floor sagging away from the central chimney out into the oblivion of a drop into the cellar hole.
The papers were sitting there on the floor a bit out from the stairs, close to the dropoff. I wanted to save and secure them badly. So badly I climbed the stairs and crawled on what was left of the floor out to where they lay. I was, and still am, afraid of falling. I had a very vivid picture of what it would feel like to crater into the cellar. But my small frame served me well. I managed to retrieve some of the nearer papers and have kept them since.
I love the style of the writing and the attitude that comes through in the writing. Now they are preserved in 600dpi scans. If you're interested in the files, which run up to 12megs I can pass them along to you. There are only a few partial pages, but they are fun to look at. Some of the bits are from 1894, the others are from 1906.
The day ended with continued rain, a very pleasant chat with
bravecows, and a late supper.Oh, the icon is from the scanning, isn't it neat!