and Anita Goodmanâ and Daddy had parked us at the entrance taking tickets.
I could see why she was so proud of it. The foyer was very fancy, with gleaming hardwood floors and a greeter wearing a green top embroidered with ZM on the lapel. I recognized her as Thelma Johnson, Bertieâs ex-neighbor.
âMorning, Alberta,â she said with a sniff.
Bertie just nodded and herded us through. She and Thelma have been feuding ever since Thelma married Bertieâs ex-husband. The only reason they can be in the same room together is because they each know how much it irritates the other.
Carrying a paper towel and a bottle of window cleaner, Thelma walked over to the front doors and began wiping the glass. âSuggested donation is three dollars,â she called over her shoulder.
Bertie snorted. âIâve got a suggestion for herâfind some looser trousers. Hers are so tight, if she so much as toots, her shoes will blow off.â
I grinned at Benzer and whispered, âWho knew history could be so fun?â
âBertie makes everything fun,â Benzer answered.
We walked from the foyer into a wide hallway. There were several people scattered around, going in and out of different rooms. âIs it always this busy?â
âYes,â Bertie answered. âSometimes even more so. The museumâs got people thinking about their own history and connection to the town. We get all kinds of folks coming in to do research on their family tree and that sort of thing.â
âCan we do one for ours?â I asked.
Bertie opened her eyes wide. âThis day is full of surprises. Of course we can.â
A door to the left was open, and we could see shelves full of Ball jars. âWhatâs in there?â Franklin asked.
âThatâs the gift shop,â Bertie said. âWe sell all kinds of good stuff; honey from the valley, homemade jellies, and local genealogy books.â
âAre the Mayhews in them?â Franklin asked.
âOf course! It wouldnât be a book about Grey County if they werenât.â
I started forward. âLetâs get one now.â
âHold your horses. Iâve got lots of the same books at home on my bedside table.â
We passed a room full of antique medical equipment and one set up like an old schoolroom. âThatâs a replica of the Maynard School,â Bertie said. âI had to fight to get that included.â
âWhatâs the Maynard School?â Franklin asked.
âThe school that used to be on Maynard Streetâyou know, where the black students had to go before integration.â
I thought about Isaac and the red flyers weâd seen on our walk. âI guess things havenât changed as much as you would hope. You know, weâre only two hours away from where the Ku Klux Klan was born.â
Benzer ran his hand across one of the old wooden desks. âI canât believe it, but theyâre still around today. My dad and I watched a documentary on it. Itâs crazy how people are raising their kids to hate people.â
âThatâs one of the reasons I was so gung ho on starting this museum,â Bertie told us. âYouâd be amazed how quickly people can forget their own history if you donât preserve it. And when you forget the past, youâre bound to repeat the same old mistakes.â
A man was staring at us from across the room, and I recognized him from the Tate Brothers auction.
âBertie,â I whispered, âwho is that?â
She looked at where I was pointing. âYou ought to know, he spoke at our Grand Opening. Heâs a prominent historian named George Neely.â
âThe opening was weeks ago. Whatâs he doing still here?â
âOh, heâs doing some research,â Bertie said. âItâs very hush-hush. I suspect he doesnât want to tell âcause heâd have everybody in town putting in their two
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