Way back when I was in high school...
back when teachers still used chalk and chalkboards
instead of those new fangled smart boards...
...way back then,
I hated history.
I had a teacher
who stood next to her desk
in the same place every day and
leaning ever so slightly against it
she...
LECTURED.
That's all she did.
Day in and day out
she lectured.
I was bored stiff.
I hated her class...
I had that teacher twice in 3 years.
Jump ahead a few years to college.
I had a tough old bird professor for history.
She was brutal.
Complete with blue book exams
where you couldn't write fast enough...
But I loved her class.
She rarely lectured.
She brought history alive.
We read historical fiction...
or biographical works from the periods we studied.
We took field trips.
After a visit to Winterthur Museum in Delaware,
I was smitten.
Thanks to that professor,
I now love history.
I devour historical fiction, historical accounts and biographies.
And I love to visit historical places.
Just the feel of them makes my heart sing.
A peek inside:
Bucks County, Pennsylvania
