I love old things, antique things, and ancient things. When I walk through my favorite antique store I’m often heard saying, "I wonder who held this before me." I’m in awe when I pick up a hundred year old book and try to feel all the other souls who touched it. I find that history and its individuals with fantastic stories fill me with joy and wonder at times past. And so often am I looking back, that sometimes I miss today.
On the 17th of September, 1787, the Constitution of the United States was completed and signed by 39 of the 55 delegates sent to the "Grand Convention" at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The document was subsequently ratified by conventions in eleven states. In commemoration of the anniversary of the signing, facts about the constitution, as well as an overview of the great struggle to form this nation, will be addressed in a PowerPoint presentation entitled the The Miracle of Philadelphia, presented by David A.
My husband and I love to go on daytrips around the Kansas City area. We have done all the historical events in Independence associated with the Oregon Trail, as well as taken tours of the historical homes in the area like Bingham-Waggoner and Vaile Mansions. We usually combine a daytrip with a lunch out and try to go to a new restaurant for some good local food.
Want to know how to cook for hundreds of soldiers or sailors? While recently searching for a coworker whose grandfather was a Navy cook on the U.S.S. Missouri, I stumbled across these little gems online. Just Google "U.S. Army" or "Navy Cookbook," and you will find out exactly how much it took to feed a unit of hungry fighting men. With minimum portions of about twenty and usually around one hundred or more; the sheer amounts of ingredients are a bit hard to fathom.
Where were you when the Hyatt Skywalk fell? Do you remember your grandparents’ stories about the Pendergast era? Have you ever put your fingers in the bullet holes in Union Station? Remember Harzfeld’s? Even though I’ve lived in the Kansas City area my whole life, when I recently put together a display featuring books on area history, I was amazed!
School Teachers: This Is Why We Perform Background Checks
William Clarke Quantril was a Confederate raider, bushwhacker, guerilla leader, and...school teacher? William Quantril was born in 1837 in Ohio and was well educated to follow in his father’s footsteps to become a school teacher. After his father’s death, he became a teacher at the age of sixteen in 1853. However, he soon switched jobs to a lumberyard worker before he shot a man claiming self-defense. This foreshadowed his later life. He was soon released as there were no witnesses.
Sometimes we wonder, “can I change the world?" And the answer is yes. If you are passionate enough, one person can change an entire nation. Martin Luther King, Jr. was one of these passionate people. King was born in Atlanta, Georgia on January 15, 1929 as Michael King, Jr. to the parents of Michael King, Sr. and Alberta Williams. At fifteen, he entered college to begin his bachelor studies. By the time King was nineteen, he was an ordained minister with a sociology degree in hand.
The Waldo Story: The Home of the Friendly Merchants by Ladene Morton
When you ask a Kansas City native where they live, their response is the name attached to their neighborhood or housing subdivision. Waldo is the neighborhood bounded by State Line Road to the west, 85th Street to the south, Troost Avenue to the east, and Gregory Boulevard to the north. It was named for one of its original residents, David Waldo, who ran freight on the Santa Fe Trail.
When we think of the Volkswagen Bug, we often think of the Disney movie series Herbie, which is almost an American icon. But what were the origins of this famous vehicle? While researching for a patron with German ancestry, who was in the auto industry, I found out that the Volkswagen Type 1, more commonly known as the Beetle, was built for the Third Reich in Nazi Germany.
Recently, I visited the open ice skating rink at Crown Center in Kansas City. I was pleasantly surprised to see people of all ages. I started skating. Naturally, I started thinking and comparing my experience with how it could have been in the past. Did our ancestors enjoy any such pastimes?