History Makes Me Dance

We want our children to measure their lives by experiences, not possessions. We want them to know first hand that the freedoms and lifestyle that they enjoy are the direct descendants of the sacrifices, hard work and ingenuity of real people who overcame adversity, obscurity and failure to painstakingly pave the roads we travel with leisure. I’m gonna tell you, sometimes it sucks. Sometimes they would much rather plug in and tune out. It turns my vacation time into an exhausting 24/7 sales pitch where I am trying to find the details, viewpoints and experiences that will appeal most to their teenaged minds. And then sometimes it clicks. The moment I see it on their face, I dance a little inside. Gettysburg had a lot of dancing.


The Giant might be a statue goofing prodigy. Proud


I mean, there are some shoes to fill. . . .


Howzit –


The Ginger, not to be outdone, chimes in with statue goofing despite his lifelong ban on photos or, pretty much anthing fun besides seven card stud.

About peik

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.
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  1. Pingback: Teenagers and War | theheartbreakofabeautifullife

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