When my grandmother passed away, I found a letter in her papers. It was addressed to my grandfather (who died almost 20 years before I was born), and was from a woman working as a fire warden in London during World War II. Holding that letter in my hands, seeing the places where it had been censored, reading the words this woman used to thank my grandfather for the use of his World War I army helmet, that was the moment when the seed of my love of archives was born. That seed laid dormant for years, through career changes, moving to seven different cities (including Yellowknife) and a return to school. Working at CAFN has become the culmination of two great loves: the North and Archives. I look forward to the opportunity to share the Archive’s wonderful collection with citizens of CAFN.