100 mg of ATTIC

A micro-fiction dose from the world of the story: 

The Haven’s Hollow Historical Society archives were overflowing the cobwebbed space under the eaves of the city’s municipal building. As secretary, Vivian Crenshaw started the day determined to thin out the collection.

Now knee-deep in the ephemera of other people’s lives, she was finding it practically impossible. Surrounded by enough paper to fill a forest and everything from fishing rods to cotton bloomers, she was asking herself what right she had to make these kinds of choices. Everything collected here was once important to someone, each object part of an individual life story. 

Who gets to decide which history matters?