Life is nothing without knowledge; and not all knowledge can come from books. You might say that I live to learn.
We came to living history as a way to teach our children some of the things that we were sure they needed to know. Looking back after several years, I realize that the benefits were much more than we could have ever imagined. Our children have lived the adventures contained in these pages. They have learned so many wonderful lessons outside the narrow confines of a history book. They have learned that sometimes we must work and that sometimes we get to play. No matter where we go, no matter what new things we learn--we enjoy the time we spend in historic places.
Or something like it. I've been over at the Writer's Cafe. Learning. And writing. A lot of both. I've added another historic site to my responsibilities list. It's close, though. And I think I may be getting to a point where I have to get a whole lot done all at once.
I'm putting together a little children's book. Mostly comprised of my kids Civil War adventures in a nifty little A, B, C format. I'm hoping to have it off to the printer in a few weeks.
And I'm polishing a manuscript for a poetry contest. I figure I haven't collected enough rejection yet.
I'll be around a little more often, I hope. There's a lot going on.
Haven't been updating as much as I should. Spending bunches of time over at the cafe. And yesterday, for five minutes or so, I was the top writer, woohoo. So this morning while the blackberry cobbler was in the oven, I worked on the pillow to put in my boss's bon voyage basket. That's a picture of it. Have to finish it this afternoon.
Time's running out. I have to finish ironing and packing for Mill Springs. Maybe I'll get to pop back in before I go away. I should have lots of good stories when I come back. . .