I was wide awake last night at 2:30 a.m.  This is unusual for me.  I need my sleep.  When my head hits the pillow I’m out until the next morning when the day begins, 2:30 was a little early and I was grumpy about it.  We had had our “Clean Sweep” of the Museum’s second story that evening.  Several board members and a few friends gathered to sweep, mop, vacuum and get the upstairs cleaned so we could start organizing the County’s treasures.  I wasn’t expecting the organization to start at 2:30 a.m. in my head, but life seldom goes as expected.  Here are some thoughts from early in the morning.

Hubert & Mary Gleed.  Those of you who remember this kind, giant of a man, know part of his strength came from his wife, Mary, who supported and helped in his many projects.  He had a collection of pictures and negatives of our valley that, I assume, remains with the family.  The Museum was the recipient of a few of his building replicas.  The 2nd Ward or “Malad Tabernacle” as we sometimes call it and the “Church of the Seven Spires,” both built to scale by Mr. Gleed, have been slid in among other artifacts at the Museum for decades.  Hopefully now, we can display them appropriately, along with his history of electricity in the valley which he wrote after his retirement and which Bill Lewis recently resurrected.

The Welsh Room.  Displays have been exhibited at the Welsh Festival for years with specific information relevant to many of us.  It seems there is never enough time at the festival to study and appreciate all that goes into those information boards.  We need a Welsh Room that rotates various artifacts and histories for the community to peruse.  Our valley has a couple of Welsh Bibles that may predate the 1800s.  More of us need a chance to look them over and appreciate the detail in each.

Those were just a couple of the visions bouncing through my head last night, along with a hospital room, a school room, a Crowther’s Mill room, a bank room, and a maintenance closet.  That’s right a maintenance closet.  After packing water up and down those stairs for an evening the maintenance closet might be the top priority.  So, I guess there was a reason I couldn’t sleep.  It’s a Good Life when the day just isn’t long enough to get all the thinking in that needs to be done.  Nighttime musings can give us direction.  So, here’s to 2:30 a.m. and the nocturnal Good Life.  Just hope this doesn’t become standard practice.