I’m currently assisting in the archives of the museum I work at. For a few weeks now, I’ve been processing a bunch of old yearbooks, CDs, cassettes, and other photos. I take my adderall (low dose) and start working on monotonous filing, labeling, and note taking.
Most of the material that has been donated to the museum I find quite boring. But once in a while, I find something that catches my eye. A love letter that was saved, the program to a local orchestra, h.a.g.s. in the pages of 50 year old yearbook. All these things that someone thought were worth saving and donating to the archive. I respect that and I think it is a beautiful thing.
I came across this wedding invitation from the 90s that was saved in the middle of a yearbook.