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“You can’t just look at your past, sometimes you have to question it, in order to learn where you are going.” My grandma said these words to me as she handed me a history textbook. When I was little, she babysat me, and I would ride…

I was inspired to pursue my passion of history during high school, when I took my first U.S history class. At the beginning, I was not very interested in history. I just assumed the class would be like any other history class I had taken, and I would…

This is a bowl back mandolin (ca. 1915) I recently purchased at a local music store. I think it represents my primary interests in history. From a young age, I spent my time going “antiquing” with my grandfather. I spent a great deal of time in…

This document comes from my paternal grandmother’s side of the family, the Stricklands, who can trace their lineage all the way back to England and France. This family tree was written in 1962 by Glenda Faye Strickland, one of my grandmother’s…

This was a necklace I found for my mother in Scotland. Over the summer, I had a chance to visit and became very interested in Scottish History. It kind of reminds me of American history in a way. The Scottish people have been in a battle to gain…

To me history is a path of lessons that can be looked back on as a sort of guide for us to follow as we move in a forward direction. Like in history, lessons are only learned through an extensive process of trial and error. Without these…

To Bernard Winfield, With happy memories of our Whistle Stop Tour, October 1964, Lady Bird Johnson

The Declaracion of the Lords Spiritual & Temporal and Commons
Assembled at Westm[inster]
Whereas the late King James the second by the assistance of diverse evill Councellors Judges and Ministers imployed by him did endeavour to subvert and…

Most people view land as just property, but land holds the secrets of the past. The land depicted in these photographs has been in my family for generations. It is located in a small town in Harnett County, North Carolina. My father grew up on this…

Oh, hell yes, no question about that. [Laughs] At that point there was a policeman who had walked in off the street, who was pacing the aisle...behind us, where we were seated, with his club in his hand, just sort of knocking it in his hand, and just…