A DIFFERENCE IN THE ARCHIVES
At the beginning of the year Flin Flon archives were a mess,
We thought it would never be sorted out we must confess.
Mountains of mixed materials piled up from ceiling to floor
In fact we nearly fainted when we came in through the door.

But little by little work was done by volunteers not so young,
We were a happy bunch always a merry, happy little throng,
Ploughing through old burnt papers that make you sneeze,
Causing lots of dust to fly everywhere that made us wheeze.

Now we can find tables, chairs and bookcases here and there,
It even looks organized, the place is getting flair and charm,
We even know where most of the things are, a miracle you see,
But there is still a great deal of work to do on that all do agree.

But come and peep in at the archives and see the big change,
We have worked very hard but I’m sure that we’ll rearrange
Everything, move around, but that the moment it looks fine,
Even fit for anyone who wishes to sit down and in comfort dine.

But at the bottom end behind the tall cabinets not seen,
Is a big pile we are working on, so everywhere looks clean,
One day soon all will be ready, everywhere spick and span,
At least that at the moment is our fond hope and our plan.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 22, 2002