By Karen Osburn, Archivist and City of Geneva
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I love it when
people ask me what an archivist does. I
tell them it is like being a Time Traveler, a Detective and a Treasure Hunter
every day. When I arrive for work, I never
know which hat I will have to put on. It
depends on what our patrons research needs are that day. If I tell people I take care of rare
manuscripts, letters, and old photos and papers some folks think I am stuck in
a moldy old basement with lots of dusty old files. (Actually, it is like that some days, but
more about that later.) Really it is
much more exciting.
In my “Sherlock
Holmes” role I had the opportunity to reunite a widower with the scrapbooks his
beloved wife, now deceased, made early in their married life. A good Samaritan found the books in an
antique market in one of the southern states and felt they were too personal
not to be reunited with a family member. This generous soul purchased the books and
brought them to her home in New England and
called me to help her find the family of the scrapbooks creator. I put on my detective hat and began searching
for a relative. I had several volunteers
working on the “hunt” with me.
Eventually we located the surviving spouse who was very excited and
happy to get the books back. He had no
idea how they got to the Carolinas , but he
stated he had missed his wife every day since she had died and he was delighted
to get this wonderful reminder of her.
The woman who had rescued the scrapbooks, sent them to him at the senior
living facility where he resided. I had
the warm feeling of having made two people very satisfied.
In my role as “Time
Traveler” I get to explore old letters and documents that take me back in time
and place me on steamships or trains, in parlors and kitchens, at weddings and
funerals, in theaters or in stores. I
sit in meetings with Village Trustees when I read the minutes of the
discussions held in 1812. I watch the
soldiers enlist and march off with their units in the Civil War. I once had the privilege of “sitting on the
deck of a Seneca Lake steamship in 1849” as a man wrote to his wife about
seeing a woman working on a cadaver at the Geneva Medical College who could
only have been Elizabeth Blackwell.
Wow!
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| Enter the basement of doom at your peril! |
The role of Treasure
Hunter is really exciting. Of course I
am not talking about gold, silver or diamonds, but the “treasure” of information. I was recently asked to put on my “Indiana
Jones fedora” and go spelunking for artifacts in the basement of an old building. Grabbing a flashlight I took my first hesitant
steps into the dark cellar by walking on a plank (shades of Pirates of the Caribbean ), then made my way down some stairs, holding a
rickety railing, that ended at a hole in the floor. Gingerly making my way around the hole I
tiptoed carefully through the dust of ages (and crushed bricks) until I stood
in a room peering at piles of dusty books. The floor sparkled where mineral crystals had
leached up from the ground. I had made
it safely without encountering rolling boulders, spikes in the floor or hordes
of tarantulas! These books were business
ledgers and recorded the history, not only of one business, but many. They held names and information from well
over 100 years ago and many of them were in remarkably good condition. For a researcher or an archivist this is
comparable to finding a gold nugget when you stoop to pick up after your dog, a
totally unexpected surprise.
This is what
being an archivist is like, each day is a surprise. Who will be delighted with what you discover
today? Will you thrill some small children, please your employer, reunite a
researcher with memories, help a person find a lost sibling, solve a family
mystery, answer the unanswerable question?
Perhaps you will find a photo for a publisher or locate the famous or
infamous in the archive vertical files. The possibilities are endless. I have provided images for authors in England and Japan
