Remember Me When This You See: Part 2: LIZZIE

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Remember Me When This You See

Slowly I laid the old piece of paper down on top of my desk, and re-examined the envelope I’d found in the old book. I still knew Lizzie’s writing, even after all these years. And she was right when she said I’d remember that typing project. Of course I’d have recognized her handwriting anywhere.

Even after all these years. I still remembered her modern take on a copperplate hand. That paper had been twenty pages long and I’d struggled mightily to read her funny ‘f’s and ‘p’, bfore I keyed them into the file. It had been terribly important to Lizzie that that particular piece of writing be captured in digital format.

When we first became roommates, back in our freshman year, I’d explained to her that the new word processor technology allowed text to be changed and re-printed, without having to be entirely re-typed, and she’d remembered. That was back before computers got personal and we still did a lot of our programming on card decks. When Lizzie had first begun working on her senior project about Elizabeth Snowden, she told me that it was terribly important that this paper, of all papers, be kept in this form.

It was several years before personal computers had emerged on the market, and the only people at the university who had access to word processor technology were Computer Science majors. Lizzie and I were absolute soul mates, closer than sisters, she always said. So I had typed the paper learning all about the life of Civil War spy Elizabeth Snowden’s contribution to the Northern Cause in the process. Lizzie had turned up some old volumes in the university archives that no historians seemed to have stumbled on. She thought it was probably because they’d been buried deep underneath a pile of Confederate bills that someone had donated, that no one had unearthed them before. I guess Confederate money is a glut on the historical donation market.

From her reading, my roommate painted the picture of a glamorous woman who, she argued, had made it possible for the devastating American war to end sooner than it otherwise might.

to be continued.....