I love history and would have majored in it if administrative forces hadn't crushed my dream. they wanted me to finish what I originally declared as my major. sure I was a senior with about 20 hours to go but still. and yeah, probably part of the problem was that my college years were sort of like the picture above but that is unimportant right now.
my point is history is so cool. it's proof that very little changes in the world. that's not why I love it but it's true. I love history from a more sociological and personal standpoint. I love finding out about people and customs and everyday life. unfortunately those things are the hardest to find out about because sometimes those details are left out in history. I used to do home health nursing and I had a patient WAY out in the country on land that had been given to her grandfather after the civil war. this patient was so awesome.she would tell me stories about growing up in our county (she was black) and I was spellbound. she told me things that I never heard in books or classes. Or if I did hear them they didn't register. my patient was a living historian. she always wanted me to come so I could do her medications and then talk and watch a bit of her favorite soap. many times I would stay past my visit time just to talk to her. I gained a new insight to that era in history thanks to her and I miss her. she passed away several years ago, long after I stopped doing home care and started doing labor and delivery.
so I'm a history geek. I've said it before. history isn't just a dry collection of names, dates and places. those dry facts are actually rich stories of real people.