{"id":2373,"date":"2012-10-19T18:29:00","date_gmt":"2012-10-19T18:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/daffeythoughts\/2012\/10\/my-stages-of-history.html"},"modified":"2012-10-19T18:29:00","modified_gmt":"2012-10-19T18:29:00","slug":"my-stages-of-history","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/daffeythoughts\/2012\/10\/my-stages-of-history.html","title":{"rendered":"My stages of history"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

A\u00a0whimsical\u00a0Friday post. \u00a0As we wander about waiting for\u00a0tomorrow\u00a0when our\u00a0eighth\u00a0grader returns from his Confirmation retreat, I thought I would use my Friday to reflect on some things that nobody in the rest of the world could care less about. \u00a0But for me, it\u2019s something. \u00a0I\u2019ve often said that my love of history is one of the things that brought me first to Christianity, then eventually into Catholicism. \u00a0One of the main reasons is because of my love for Medieval history. But how did I get to medieval history? \u00a0How did the son of a railroad engineer with no real interest in that subject, and no particular books about the Middle Ages, come to a point of loving the subject enough to see through the Hollywood\u00a0veneer\u00a0and look at the Christian Faith of that period,\u00a0manifested\u00a0in the Catholic Church, in an entirely different way? Well, here\u2019s how. \u00a0For my amusement and anyone else this desperate for entertainment.<\/p>\n

It all started back on State Route 42, outside of Mt. Gilead. \u00a0My family had moved there at the end of my 2nd grade year. \u00a0The house was on the\u00a0highway\u00a0 next to a couple other houses surrounded by fields. \u00a0The boy next door was what we called at the time mentally retarded, and his parents did what many did in those days: hid him from the world. \u00a0That was all I had. \u00a0There were a few kids a couple miles away, but nobody to play with that really meant anything to me. \u00a0So I was by myself. \u00a0I could play, but that was all. \u00a0There weren\u2019t many things on TV to watch, since we didn\u2019t have cable. \u00a0While other kids grew up watching Sesame Street<\/i> or Romper Room<\/i>\u00a0on PBS, I watched old reruns of Hogan\u2019s\u00a0Heroes<\/i>\u00a0or the old TV show Combat!<\/i>\u00a0on WUAB, channel 43,\u00a0Lorain-Cleveland. Since we didn\u2019t have that channel, I was stuck making my own\u00a0entertainment.<\/p>\n

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They\u2019re gone now, but their laughs are still around<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

The reason I liked those shows was that my family was chockablock full of war\u00a0veterans\u00a0 most of whom had served in the Second World War.\u00a0My Dad, however, did not serve then, but rather joined the army\u00a0years\u00a0later during the Korean Conflict. \u00a0He served stateside at Fort Knox, and later Fort Hood in Texas. \u00a0Though he never admitted it, I learned as I grew up that he really, really envied his older brothers who served in the super\u00a0colossal\u00a0war that was the high point of the history of the United States. \u00a0I also learned that those who almost went to that war sometimes were a little more gung-ho about the glories of fighting it than were those who actually fought. This was reinforced because my Mom\u2019s brother Walt used to\u00a0regale\u00a0me with stories from the war \u2013 and he was the one who\u00a0couldn\u2019t\u00a0 go due to medical problems. \u00a0Mom\u2019s other brother, who served in the Pacific, seldom spoke about his experiences. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Years of fun as a child; and will you look at that price?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Still, the stage was set, and I grew up hearing tale after yarn about all that was World War Two. \u00a0Over the\u00a0years\u00a0\u00a0enough\u00a0of the\u00a0uncles\u00a0and relatives who served tossed in their accounts to give me an appreciation for just what the war was all about \u2013 the good, the bad, and the ugly. \u00a0So it was that\u00a0while\u00a0other kids watched Romper Room<\/i> and played with Hot Wheel cars, I watched Combat! <\/i>and played with expansive sets of WWII toy soldiers. \u00a0And in that year that we lived out on 42, when all the country was awash in our Bicentennial Celebrations, I\u00a0occupied\u00a0myself in our basement, spending endless hours with my Navarone playset, or trying to catch whatever war movies I could without cable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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The forgotten Holocaust,\u00a0prisoners\u00a0who survived Japan<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Because of that, one day for no particular reason, Dad brought home a large coffee table book titled simply The Second World War<\/i>. \u00a0The cover sported a B&W; photo of SS Troops in parade down a large flight of stairs. \u00a0Inside, the text was\u00a0credible\u00a0 but limited due to the large number of pictures, drawings, maps, and charts. \u00a0The sheer volume of pictures in a pre-VCR\/Internet world was enough to hook me. \u00a0These were the real things! \u00a0From the amazing to the gory to the stunning, I spent hours and days and weeks pouring over the book. \u00a0Some pictures\u00a0disturbed\u00a0my nine year old mind. \u00a0I remember one of a hapless\u00a0German\u00a0soldier who was crushed by tanks on the Eastern Front. \u00a0Another of a Japanese soldier, victim of a flame thrower attack. \u00a0Of course the Holocaust and Japan\u2019s brutality. \u00a0Brutal stuff. \u00a0It made me\u00a0realize\u00a0that war was not Hogan\u2019s Heroes <\/i>or fun and games. <\/p>\n

Eventually, I turned to our Encyclopedia Britannica set. \u00a0Both the older version, and the Junior High version. So enamored was I with everything I was reading, that I actually stood up and read the\u00a0encyclopedia\u00a0article about Adolf Hitler to our 3rd grade class. \u00a0Soon, Dave Griffey and WWII were\u00a0synonymous\u00a0 \u00a0Football? \u00a0Baseball cards? \u00a0Cars? \u00a0Even girls? \u00a0I didn\u2019t care. \u00a0I\u00a0immersed\u00a0myself in everything I could find about the\u00a0subject. \u00a0I should also mention\u00a0that\u00a0this fascination would never be replaced by other topics, though I\u2019d like to think it did mature.<\/p>\n

This was my introduction to history. \u00a0It took what I had heard, the stories, the tales, and it filtered it through a growing appreciation for what really happened. \u00a0And this remained for the next several years, until 6th grade, when the next subject of interest hit.<\/p>\n

It was 1978. \u00a0S
\ntar Wars <\/i>was everywhere. \u00a0Disco was the soundtrack of the year. \u00a0Gas lines and inflation were the topics adults talked about around the dinner table. \u00a0I was in sixth grade. \u00a0For reasons unknown, our small town joined an even smaller town named Edison, and kids near that burg of a few hundred people attended their own elementary school. \u00a0In 6th grade, however, we were all joined together in the\u00a0Edison\u00a0Elementary\u00a0building. \u00a0The school was one of those schools right out of A Christmas Story<\/i>: Brick building, wooden floors, chipped green plaster walls, a coat closet with old, iron hooks. \u00a0And my teacher was Mrs. Roberts. \u00a0At the time I didn\u2019t like Mrs. Roberts, and was convinced she didn\u2019t like me. \u00a0Multiple decades have not changed my thoughts about her feelings toward me, but I have softened a bit, and realize she was actually one of my best teachers. \u00a0I learned quite a bit from her, despite myself. \u00a0In addition to teaching myself chess during the endless days I was held inside during recess, I also picked up the love she must have had for social studies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Images of Ancient Greece sparked my imagination\u00a0<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

In addition to a stellar unit on China, in which I was responsible for drawing the Great Wall, we did a unit on Ancient Greece. \u00a0I was given the subject of Plato for my report. \u00a0Most of it,\u00a0quite\u00a0frankly, went right over my head. \u00a0I think I remember it mostly because of the obvious impact the name Plato has on any kid who first hears it. But one thing hit me square in the eyes, and that was our textbook\u2019s section on Ancient Greece. \u00a0In addition to a description of ancient Greek life that almost transported me back in time and placed me firmly in the Agora, it also had a sidebar that told the story of the Minotaur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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I had never heard of the Minotaur before \u2013 no bull!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Again, my parents \u2013 and I love them like the world\u2019s greatest parents should be loved\u00a0\u2013 weren\u2019t too keen on a\u00a0broad\u00a0range of\u00a0literary\u00a0subjects. \u00a0Mythology? \u00a0I had never heard of it. \u00a0If it wasn\u2019t on Super Host\u2019s Mad Theater<\/i>, or on some made for TV movie, I didn\u2019t know it. \u00a0No books in our house would have such subjects, and what you don\u2019t know, you don\u2019t know to look up. \u00a0But there it was, a quarter page retelling of the\u00a0Minotaur\u00a0myth. \u00a0The idea of a group of youngster taken from their moms and dads, and put in some form of a maze, only to be devoured by this hideous creature, captured my imagination. \u00a0Suddenly, I wanted to learn more about this age, and any other potential monstrous threats that lurked in the distant past. Though my love of ancient civilizations would often end\u00a0where\u00a0the hero slew the\u00a0Chimera, \u00a0I still developed an\u00a0appreciation\u00a0for that period in\u00a0early\u00a0Western Civilization that would stick with me until the present day.<\/p>\n

In addition to the ancients and their endless battles with the abominable monsters of old, I maintained my interest in the Second World War. \u00a0Dad would, every now and then, buy another book or two for me to read. \u00a0As I got older, and recreating faux battles with soft plastic soldiers ceased to be an acceptable option, I found myself looking for other outlets to keep my interest in the subject alive. During this time, another\u00a0development\u00a0occurred. <\/p>\n

Perhaps because of the timing of the year, I had developed a growing interest in America\u2019s colonial past. \u00a0I always loved the holidays, and Thanksgiving was that great moment when, as a kid, you realized Christmas was just around the corner. \u00a0For me there was the added bonus of my birthday being at the beginning of\u00a0December\u00a0 \u00a0Pilgrims,\u00a0therefore\u00a0 played large in my favorable category. \u00a0Plus, my Dad loved the fall, and we\u00a0would\u00a0often go as a family and walk through woods, or go to fun scary\u00a0places\u00a0 or watch football games around that time. \u00a0For me, there was just something about fall <\/a>that always made things come alive. \u00a0And timeline-wise, it was during this time that any social studies unit would cover Colonial America. <\/p>\n

It\u00a0didn\u2019t\u00a0hurt that, in 3rd grade, our school put on a major extravaganza celebrating our country\u2019s\u00a0bicentennial\u00a0 \u00a0It involved skits, songs, more skits, recreations of frontier life, tales of the\u00a0revolution, songs about George\u00a0Washington\u00a0(\u201cThe president on the dollar, that Yankee-Doodle dollar, the president on the dollar, George Washington\u2019s his name!<\/i>\u201c), and of course, costumes. \u00a0I was the narrator. \u00a0My closest friend was Uncle Sam. \u00a0Even if we learned about some of the treatment of Indians, or slaves, or even how women couldn\u2019t vote, the balance was still on how great we were as a country. \u00a0Somewhere out of it all, I slowly developed an interest in that period.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Napoleon meets his Waterloo, and again I was inspired<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Plus, I\u00a0developed\u00a0an\u00a0interest\u00a0in that period\u2019s approach to warfare. \u00a0Part of me was beginning to focus on the\u00a0military\u00a0aspects of history. \u00a0By middle school, I was starting to become aware of the entire\u00a0revolutionary\u00a0period, and in addition, the period of Napoleonic\u00a0warfare\u00a0 \u00a0Again, with no real resources at hand, I went to the encyclopedias, found what books I could, watched any\u00a0movie\u00a0that might involve that period of time, and even hounded my parents of the boardgame RISK<\/i>. \u00a0Anything that I thought\u00a0hearkened\u00a0to that period of time. \u00a0So by the time I entered high school, I could add the Colonial Period to my growing collection of historical interests.<\/p>\n

But it was the early 8
\n0s. \u00a0The long awaited sequel to Star Wars<\/i> just caught my attention, though not enough to go see it. \u00a0Fantasy was all the rage. \u00a0Science fiction was\u00a0buoyed\u00a0by Lucas\u2019s space opera, and an obscure game invented by fellows in a garage somewhere in the Midwest called Dungeons and Dragons<\/i> was catching the fantasy wave, and pushing it in an entirely new direction\u00a0 \u00a0On the heels of this fad, Hollywood obliged, and soon movies ranging from space adventures to swords and sorcery were inundating the market. \u00a0 For my part, though I loved Star Wars <\/i>when it first came out, I was never into either form of fantasy, science or otherwise. \u00a0I still\u00a0preferred\u00a0history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Alas, it was lost in a move long ago<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Nonetheless, there were still elements that were pushing me in a more fantastical direction. \u00a0My freshman year, I received \u2013 quite out of the blue \u2013 an electronic boardgame (then all the rage) called Dark Tower<\/i>. \u00a0Complete with an elderly Orson Welles pitching it on a television commercial<\/a>, it was the game of games, and just about everyone I knew, of any stripe or background, wanted to play that\u00a0fascinating\u00a0adventure game. \u00a0I admit, it did pique my interest. \u00a0In 1977, the same year of Star Wars, I saw the first broadcast ever of Rankin and Bass\u2019s animated version of The Hobbit<\/i>. Though I didn\u2019t give it much thought then, the more I saw it in the ensuing years, the more it inspired me to finally read the books and see what the fuss was all about.<\/p>\n

The fact that in the early eighties, before social stigmas would finally squelch the\u00a0phenomenon, \u00a0everyone\u00a0who was anyone I knew from every\u00a0conceivable\u00a0social group was playing Dungeons and Dragons<\/i>, also kept the entire fantasy genre more or less in my face. \u00a0And of course, the fantasy genre as typically understood involved a pseudo-mythical\u00a0rendition\u00a0of Medieval European culture. Eventually, castles and moors, dungeons and knights, ancient monasteries and that special dose of European folklore, began to\u00a0tweak\u00a0my thoughts and imagination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Then, in Ms. Johnson\u2019s 11th grade English class, we did a section on the epic poem Beowulf<\/i>. \u00a0At first, I was no more interested than I was in the Canterbury Tales<\/i> right before it. \u00a0But then one day, Ms. Johnson read to us from the book Grendel<\/i>, that tells the story from the main antagonist\u2019s point of view. \u00a0She then went on to describe the setting. \u00a0She explained that it was a dark, cold time when people huddled inside this vast hall, while outside in the\u00a0impenetrable\u00a0darkness lurked the monsters and the spirits and the terrors that only the rising sun would vanquish. \u00a0I can\u2019t explain it, but all of a sudden I had to learn more about\u00a0this\u00a0period! \u00a0And so it was, I began to find what I could about anything to do with Medieval Europe. \u00a0If it mean buying a D&D; book here, or a book on knights there, or even pining for an old Atari <\/i>game called Adventure<\/a><\/i>, if it was medieval looking, it made it into my hands.<\/p>\n

From there, of course, the rest is history. \u00a0My love of each period of history set the stage to learn about others, or\u00a0sometimes\u00a0outside forces brought me along. \u00a0In each case, I approached it with the same attitude I learned from my first history book: what you hear in tales and legends may not always accurately reflect what really happened. \u00a0If my Dad or others loved to tell tales about what those brave soldiers did landing on the\u00a0beaches, I noticed those braves soldiers, as often as not, were more subdued. \u00a0When I saw the photos and graphic scenes in that first\u00a0war\u00a0book, I could understand why. <\/p>\n

So when I went into other periods, I was prepared to set aside the common narratives, the accepted versions of what everyone really says happened. \u00a0To that end, I would rail against the growing tendency to see all of American and\u00a0European\u00a0history in the worst possible light. \u00a0I would\u00a0also\u00a0be highly\u00a0suspicious\u00a0of the general narrative, by my days in college, of seeing the Christian contribution to Western\u00a0Civilization\u00a0as purely incidental, it\u2019s only value in giving us the horrible against which to\u00a0measure enlightened secularism. And that\u2019s how, after all those weird and twisted years, a simple table book led to my ability to look through the standard Medieval narrative and see something there in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. \u00a0There\u2019s more, of course, when it comes to my historical theory and various approaches to the subject that I developed in college and graduate school, but those topics are for more serious posts. \u00a0This was, after all, meant to be a whimsy.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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