Chasing Down The Facts
Yesterday Nyel and I made a quick trip to Tacoma and back to visit the Washington State Historical Society Research Center. It is the repository for the Espy Family Archives and I was on an information quest. My mission had to do with the book I’m writing about my uncle Willard Espy.
In the summer of 2008, I was hired to process Willard’s “papers” which were housed in several dozen boxes at the Research Center along with 100+ boxes of other Espy documents. It is a huge archive, originally transported to Tacoma from Oysterville beginning in 1999 by Nyel and me. Most of the archive still awaits funding so that it can be processed – only the Medora Espy portion had been processed and cataloged. And, then, in 2008 the Historical Society got a grant to process Willard’s Papers. I applied for and got the job!
I spent a year working on the Willard Archive. My job began with a jumble of “stuff” that Willard had saved during his long lifetime – drafts of manuscripts, published and unpublished; personal and business correspondence; fan mail; published interviews from his clipping service, and on and on. When I completed my job, all the material was neatly filed in archival inserts and folders, arranged in archival boxes and catalogued in a Finding Aid which is now available online.
It was during the year that I worked with the material that I finally decided that “someday” I would write about Willard. To that end, I made notes and kept copies of pertinent information, hoping that when the time came, I’d have what I needed. And, as it has turned out, I find that I did a pretty good job anticipating what would be useful.
However, now that I am closing in on the completion of ‘Draft Number One,’ there are a few little missing details – silly things, really, but they nagged at me. Like, what was the name of the company from whom eleven-year-old Willard took a correspondence cartooning course? And how much did it cost? And what magazine did his “Family Man” series run in?
I had a dozen or so similar questions and the maddening part was that I knew exactly where the answers were – right down to the box and file number. After all, I was the one who had organized the material and, wonder of wonders, I could remember seeing exactly what I needed! But four years ago, of course, I didn’t realize it.
So, it was off to Tacoma with my list of questions, my notebook, and my handy-dandy digital camera. Seeing the boxes of files again was like taking up with old friends after a long absence. And I not only found what I was looking for, but was reminded of a few other details that will be helpful. All-in-all, a productive day!