Early September 2008: A toilet supply line broke in a bathroom on our second floor, creating a geyser of water that spread through the house, soaking everything. No one was home but our dog. I returned home from work that evening to find water running down our staircase, ceiling tiles bulging and breaking in the kitchen, the floor inches deep in water, and one very unhappy dog.
Our family books on the shelves basically survived. They didn’t suffer any direct water exposure. But they were in a soaking wet house for a week, only to be packed into boxes and shipped off to storage for a seven-month period of recovery. When we finally moved back into the house, we unpacked the books and put them up on new shelves.
To be honest, I'm nervous about letting a conservator look at these books. I'm not sure if I want to hear an honest opinion abou their condition.
Next week: A conservator looks at the books.
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