Some time ago I posted a blog about my friend Connie’s book, Wild hay, Wild Hairs and Shell Shock. She wrote the piece as a part of a series I was running about research for historical writing. The book intrigued me and I wanted to return one day to give it a read. I’m very glad I did.
One of the things that history books cannot give us a real feel for is what it was like to be an every day, ordinary citizen, traveling this life at any particular point in time. Most of our history is written after the fact by scholars or during the event by journalists, reporters, kings and leaders, the folks that get attention. Every now and then, stored in an attic, left in some forgotten storage unit we stumble upon a gem. Some small window into the past told in the words…
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Lenora's Culture Center and Foray into History 