In today’s local paper, there was a story about an annual event that our local school system has held for the past seven years. It is held at a local war plane museum and brings together eighth grade history students and the people who fought and lived through World War II, allowing the young ones to have one-on-one contact with these survivors. They get to hear history brought to life so that they might better understand our proximity to history and to carry it forward.
There was a Marine who survived Iwo Jima. A fighter pilot who flew over sixty missions over Germany and France. Front line soldiers and people who worked behind the lines. People who supported the war effort on the home front. All recounting their experiences for these young ears.
I think it’s a brilliant concept and I envy the kids. I would love to be with them going from table to table, listening to the stories and asking questions.
I often wish I could do the same with relatives who have passed away before I even knew I had questions for them. I would love to sit with my grandfather and ask him about his early life as a pro wrestler and his time as a stage manager in vaudeville. What stories I bet he could tell! And I wish I could ask my grandmother about the logging camps her father ran and what is was like living in the Adirondacks in the early part of the last century. About unknown relatives that I have only recently uncovered while doing genealogical research. So many questions.
We often let living history slip away with many stories untold and lost for eternity. That is truly a shame and it’s good that these eighth-graders are fortunate enough to hear stories that will now live on. It’s something we should all strive to do in our own lives: listen and learn to the living history that is all around us.