“G.W.,” our history teacher would shout as he pranced from one side of the room to the other. “Come on. You know this. G.W … father of our country … chopped down a cherry tree …” “George Washington,” someone would finally respond and end the torture. To drum history into those students who find theContinue reading “G.W. The Father of our Country”
You just never know. For quite some time, my only contribution to the local historical society was a check for my annual dues. This was an embarrassingly poor showing on my part. I resolved to do better and get more involved. I don’t act, so getting dressed up in period costume to partake in skitsContinue reading “You just never know.”
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