We took a stroll through a piece of the past yesterday – went to White Haven, the childhood home of Julia Dent Grant (the subject of a current research project on famous Missourians going on at our house). The park rangers were absolutely lovely to us – tailored the talk to include a little more about Julia and a little less about Ulysses, used a little audience participation as my youngest “played” Emma Dent, and turned us loose in the house and grounds to find our own questions, come back, and get answers.
It was exactly the way to entice a reluctant offspring who wasn’t so sure she wanted to go to a museum, even to help out her sister. It gave us material for the paper (Julia wasn’t as good a cake baker as she thought she was…blame it on the flour!), a love story that was beautiful instead of sloppy (Ulysses got embarrassed when his soldiers caught them holding hands), and we stood on the porch where he proposed and she accepted.
It’s why we tell stories, real or imagined. So we can share a common moment, with a common thread. We each take something away – I’m going to be thinking about free/equal for a good long time. Not a bad way to spend a sunny Sunday.