Boxes and Boxes of Books

I’m convinced that historians hate moving. At least a certain part of moving. It happened that within the same period of a couple months that I moved, a few of my colleagues were also moving. While we rejoiced with each other about new jobs, the fun of settling in new places (and finding new libraries), and setting up new homes, we commiserated about the boxes of books.

While I can’t speak for my friends, I can tell you that I had over thirty boxes of books. Mostly Civil War, but a few others that I could not bear to leave behind. Thankfully, some teens from my church’s youth group were able to help me haul the boxes into my new place!

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