Now that I am home, everyone asks the same two questions: “How was the trip?” and “Are you glad to be home?” The short answers are: “Great” and “Ya I guess?”
I have been home for about 3 weeks now and I’m slowly starting to filter all of the information that my brain and computer are holding from 2 months of Canadian History and Geography. I plan on spending time going through all the thousands of pictures and notes I took, in order to put my experiences into my class power points and lecture notes … but there are some thoughts that have swirled to the top.
After seeing hundreds of statues, plaques, memorials, forts, homes and cemeteries that all honour the past, people and their achievements one has to come to some conclusions. One, the human race, whether Aborignal, French, English, Scottish, Irish, Jewish, Ukrainian, (I can’t list them all!)are all a courageous and fascinating bunch. The vision that inspired them to explore, thrive and die, all for something that was an unknown is truly remarkable. There are so many untold stories. So many times I walked over ground that others have walked and missed their stories buried deep beneath my feet. It is astounding to me that the past is so much larger than History and I feel quite sad about the “forgotten”.
Another thing I know is that not everyone is like me; I am a history geek I guess. When I visit a historic site, my body begins to vibrate. I experience a thrilling energy of expectation and adventure of delving into a mysterious place. I really never tire of it which is why I’m happy to be home, but I miss the buzz of history. But I think that History can be contagious. In retelling some of the stories of my trip, I have been able to get people excited about our past and it is this thrill I hope I can bring back to the classroom.
My other more sober conclusion is that the human race is driven by incredible fear and greed that has been and continues to be so destructive. I can’t tell you how many times I read about First Nations or pioneers who where killed, exiled, kidnapped, enslaved, had their hard fought homes buried to the ground just before the Canadian winter. Why? 200 years of French vs. English hatred, centuries of discrimination that all ended in crushed hope and demoralization. I have witnessed such waste. And then to add injury to insult we forget it ever happened or worse don’t care that it did. How are we ever going to do it right if we don’t celebrate our victories and more importantly chastise our foolishness?
The only thing that can stop the repetition is an understanding of how we are all amazing and capable of great things, and in order to create positive change we must seek the truth of our History.