My theory of why Americans think history is boring is because most of them were taught it by a coach.
When I was trying to be a teacher, one school district actually posted an ad for a history teacher/boy's basketball coach, which shows exactly how interested they were in hiring a quality history teacher.
I loved the report on the birthday party. I once found the wedding announcement for my grandmother and there was commentary that she "had grown to be a winsome miss" which tickled my fancy.
As someone with a history degree, I find I like historical fiction because it doesn't bog down. Some of those historians don't know how to string words together in an entertaining (and brief) way. Candace Fleming though. She sure does!
My grandparents' tiny hometown newspaper would even print who went to whose house to watch television. (If the host submitted it. This wasn't investigative reporting.) Getting your name in the newspaper was a pretty attainable, but still thrilling, event as a kid; I'm not sure there's a contemporary equivalent.
My theory of why Americans think history is boring is because most of them were taught it by a coach.
When I was trying to be a teacher, one school district actually posted an ad for a history teacher/boy's basketball coach, which shows exactly how interested they were in hiring a quality history teacher.
I loved the report on the birthday party. I once found the wedding announcement for my grandmother and there was commentary that she "had grown to be a winsome miss" which tickled my fancy.
As someone with a history degree, I find I like historical fiction because it doesn't bog down. Some of those historians don't know how to string words together in an entertaining (and brief) way. Candace Fleming though. She sure does!
"Back in my day" It wasn't the history teacher that taught health or driver's ed, but the football/basketball coach :D
... and I'm going to start using phrase "Birthday Anniversary." I like it.
My grandparents' tiny hometown newspaper would even print who went to whose house to watch television. (If the host submitted it. This wasn't investigative reporting.) Getting your name in the newspaper was a pretty attainable, but still thrilling, event as a kid; I'm not sure there's a contemporary equivalent.