Harriet’s birth certificate came in the mail a few days ago. The pastor wrote a very cordial letter apologizing for the delay, and saying that there had been construction in the Church. He also transcribed the birth certificate, since it’s old-fashioned calligraphy. Domenico’s was in Latin. Harriet’s is in French. The other documents have also begun to trickle in. In a month or so, I should be getting a large package from the Lieutenant Governor’s office in Utah, since most of the significant events of the family took place there.

What do you think?