Last week when we took Dad’s will to the probate office, the kind, helpful woman did many things I never figured out. This one I did get enough info to understand.
At one point, she dug through a file drawer with small rectangles, not quite 3×5 cards, that was right across the aisle from the counter we stood at, and therefore in easy view. However, they were sideways to us and too far away to read. Soon thereafter, she brought an old (superseded) will of Dad’s, and the witness signatures…were old home week. What a surprise!