The Box Henry Pickett’s third chapter is life as a family man and as a professional.
This is how we found out what we know.
Once upon a time I brought a box of family letters on a road trip and my sister and I read letters from our father to his parent’s in Durham, NC. Then we got the bug to learn more about our father.
Our journey started out with a phone call to someone had Henry listed as a reference in a job application. He also happened to be the one who recruited Henry to the law firm of Wheeler & Fredrikson back in 1964. In addition to giving us a long interview, Gary suggested other contacts. I don’t remember whom he suggested calling at the firm, now known as Fredrikson & Bryon, but more importantly was the person who picked up the phone. This was to be our lucky day.
I explained why I was calling – seeking information on our father who had worked at the firm. I was surprised when she said she knew of Henry because she had joined the firm a year after his death and was currently the firm’s longest serving employee. After leaving a message, I decided to call her back to see if she might be able to help. It was a fateful decision.
In the 10 minutes it took me to hit redial, Donna had already called the personnel department to see if the firm still had Henry’s personnel files. How did she know that is EXACTLY what I was looking for? They considered it unlikely the files were still there but they were going to have a look. And look they did.
When I checked back a couple of weeks later, I was very excited to hear that a box was indeed retrieved from the archives, even though it wasn’t his personnel files. The firm had handled our father’s estate after his death and had boxed up and stashed away the files related to that account, probably never giving it a second thought.