History Epiphany
I had an epiphany this summer which will change how I teach history! Let me explain what happened and how it will affect my teaching in the fall.
A dear friend of mine told me about a genealogy book of his which was important to him as it delineated all of his ancestors and even included his own immediate family. I told him I would love to look at, and he graciously lent it to me. My initial exposure to the book left me cold, as it seemed to simply go through each family line and contained, to me, boring facts about marriages, children, time of death, etc. But, when we agreed to meet for lunch, and he asked me to bring the book along, I decided I’d better make a gallant attempt to read as much of it as I could so that I could tell him I had read it.
And that is when it happened! Upon further scrutiny, I happened upon a story at the bottom of the blah-blah-blah facts about an event in the lives of the children being described. Apparently, they were waiting for their school bus when one of the girls realized she had left something at home and ran back to get it. When she came back, the bus was already there filling up with children. In her hurry to get on the bus, she dropped something she was carrying on the ground by the front wheel and bent down to get it. Tragically, the bus driver had not seen her at all and accidently ran her over and killed her. From that moment I was captured because it was a real story about a real event that was so sad, and it had me searching for more personal narratives about these people described in this book. There were plenty. I began reading from the beginning and found a rich account of the patriarch of this family and why he came from Europe to this new land. I read about another early member who was a frontiersman like Daniel Boone and some of his adventures. I read from cover to cover, not the boring facts, but the personal stories, adventures, and tragedies of these people I knew nothing about, but found so intriguing.
And that’s when it hit me! We love anecdotes. We live for the stories that make a recounting of chronological facts take on a life of their own. And so do kids. That’s when I knew what would be different about my teaching of history this year. Most students do not like history. They find it boring and totally insignificant to their own lives, just as I found the ancestral book boring at first, too. But if I can spice up my lessons with actual stories about things that happened to real people during the historical time periods we are studying, isn’t it possible that I might capture them, just as I was captured by the personal anecdotes I devoured? And with the internet, it should be relatively easy to find a multitude of stories that will capture the imagination of my students and draw them in to history. Who knows, they may even learn to love history as I do.
My job is to lead my students to water, but my new plan is to make them so thirsty along that journey that they will long to drink, and drink deeply. I can’t wait to spin the stories that might capture their hearts and minds.