I always thought I was fairly organized with my genealogy, even if I wasn't as organized with other aspects in my life. I thought I could find any document almost immediately. I am not perfect mind you, but pretty organized. This afternoon that myth came tumbling down, almost like the famous brick wall! First of all, my husband came in with an envelope he found on the garage floor (the second garage, along side of the house) and handed it to me saying it was "old love letters" and even mentioned a name, which meant he had read them. I, of course, dropped what I was doing and took the envelope with great curiosity. It turns out there were two letters in the envelope, one from me and one from my sister, each letter addressed to our parents. These letters were approximately 25 years old and each related a similar story, of two separate incidences, at two separate times. How did they get on the garage floor? I don't even know where they came from, or should I say disappe...