Writing about how my elementary school teachers used popular music as part of their lessons, reminded me of a lost learning opportunity. Back in the day, fourth grade was when Native American history was taught. Being in San Diego, the history was everywhere. As an adult I’ve been on several hikes in State and local… Continue reading Learning Opportunity Lost
Tag: history
College Nostalgia
Ever since I listened to the audio book of Zealot, I've been thinking a lot about my undergrad years. I've talked in the past about my intensity of purpose during those years, and about my history classes. My memories keep focusing around a World History class I took. As a history major, most of my… Continue reading College Nostalgia
Home Front
As a history undergraduate student, I fell in love with World War II. Unlike all of my classmates, however, what interested me was the home front, not the battles. I did take the occasional class about the war itself, yet I did so to give myself a better background of the timeline to make the… Continue reading Home Front
Mixed Tape
In my ongoing quest for new blog topics, I discovered a delightful site - First 50 Words - that provides writing prompts and a writing sample of what the first fifty words might look like. It is definitely part of my RSS feed, and I've bookmarked so many of the ideas. Today is the first… Continue reading Mixed Tape
A Life of Jesus
In college I took a "History of World Religions" class taught by my favorite college professor (the one that gave me my superhero name). One day that quarter I was waiting for a friend in the Student Union, and I pulled out my required reading for that class: A Life of Jesus by Shusaku Endo.… Continue reading A Life of Jesus
Remembrance Day
Twelve years ago today I was living in England and decided to take a study break do my weekly grocery trip. I was pushing my shopping trolley around Tescos when a voice came over the intercom announcing that all customers should stop shopping and observe the two minutes of silence to remember the members of their… Continue reading Remembrance Day
Rainy Days
Writing about my wet jeans reminded me of another British rain story. This one was a lot more fun. A wonderful couple who had befriended me asked if I wanted to go see the Anne Boleyn family residence. Did they know me well or what? History, in a land that truly had it. I lived… Continue reading Rainy Days
