Every year I make a contribution to the historical society in my home town. The society is situated in the elementary school my dad and his siblings attended; the school was closed in the very early 1970s, right before I started elementary school.
The historical society has an amazing collection of, well, historical things, for the surrounding area. The country side of the family has roots there. Grandma Country never lived anywhere but in that small hamlet. I like keeping the family spirit alive by contributing to the organization.
I mailed my yearly check in January and yesterday I received a nice note from the treasurer. Not only did it thank me for my donation, but the handwritten note mentioned the “old fashioned winter” they’re having in those parts and it just had an air of warmth that I associate with my memories of my hometown. I know the treasurer casually at best, but the fact that she took the time to write me a note just made my day.
It’s the little things that make the world a better place.
