[Pagan Blog Project post for last week. It's been delayed for reasons that will become obvious.]
Last week’s news was very complicated.
Boston is no longer my home, but it’s where I’m from. I was born in Boston (at what was then Women’s Lying In). In the 37 years since, I have been in and out of Boston countless times. I have wandered the Boston Public Library (and Copley Square). I have ambled down Newbury Street. I have walked across the Common, and down through what was known as the Combat Zone. I have gone through South Station on the way to many other places. I’ve spent endless hours at the Science Museum, and the Museum of Fine Arts, and all sorts of other spots. And, over the course of two summers of language classes, quite a lot of time in and around Harvard. I have not quite done what my older brother did, one summer, getting off at each and every T stop, and exploring. But I’ve been to more of them than I haven’t.
I still have a great many friends in the area, and now that it’s driving distance, not flying, I’m in Boston every couple of months. Most recently two weeks ago (lunch with friends, museum with my mother, before heading south for a conference), and then coming back through South Station on the 18th, after my trip.
Yeah. Like that.
And this brings me to talking about history. And context. And what that means for how we learn things, and how we respond to what we learn.