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I come from a long line of military people. My father is a Lieutenant Commander in the US Navy, two of his brothers were also in the Navy, my Mother's brother, William John Hewitt, was a US Marine, her father, William Hewitt, was a Fitter Marine…

Diocese of North Carolina Parish of Christ Church, Raleigh The undersigned, living the being the Vestry and Trustees of Christ Church, in the City of Raleigh, duly appointed by the congregation thereof, do hereby certify and make known that William…

The primary source that I have the strongest connection to would be the image I took while doing research in Windsor, of the Memorial to the Confederate Dead. It is a somewhat tall, imposing statue situated on the corner, right next to the…

The Panzer tank: a beautiful machine capable of the most incredible things. This picture defines my passion for history! The Panzer tank was one of the main battle tanks of Nazi Germany during WWII, but this is only a small representation for my love…

The U.S.S. Yorktown was a World War II era aircraft carrier that saw action in the Pacific Theater of World War II and during the Vietnam War. The Yorktown was also a recovery ship for the Apollo 8 space mission. The movie "Tora! Tora! Tora!" was…

“The Declaration of Independence” by John Trumbull is a very interesting primary source as it can symbolize significant things that are important to a historian. Upon first noting this painting where it sits now in the national Rotunda, it…

This primary source is a photograph album estimated to be from the years between 1923 and 1930, and the photos inside were more than likely taken in or around Malden, Massachusetts. This album belonged to Mabel Crowe, who was born in Ireland and…

When I think of why I love history, I invariably think of sports as well. That’s because my love for history is always connected to my relationship with my dad. My dad was a history major in college who taught history for 15 years. My love of…

I have always had an interest in history. I can remember as a young boy fighting my way through the woods with my father near my grandparents’ house to get to the old family graveyard. I was fascinated by one grave in particular. It was marked with…

One of my most familiar and fondest memories of the many houses my family has lived in over the years is the sound of my father adjusting the chimes in the massive grandfather clock that has followed us around. Its knotted pine sides made faces at me…