A Storyby Olga Zilberbourg
God was present that Thursday night in June when Peggy and Winston volunteered at the Family History Center. He hung about the one-room building behind the parking lot of the Church of Latter-Day Saints and listened in on their conversation from the dark corner dedicated to microfilm research.
During the school year, when his grandkids were around, Winston volunteered in the mornings, and this was his first evening at the center. During the two years since he’d retired to this town, Winston and Peggy had taken notice of each other at church and organizational meetings, but they had never been together in an intimate setting like this.