Learning from history…
Have you ever looked back at old family photos and wondered about the people who came before you in your family line? When I was a child, my grandmother babysat me in the summers while my mom worked. She had a box of black and white photos with pictures of her past. My favorite is of her entire family, she was the youngest child, a cute little cherub with a pixie face and a finger pointing to herself. Another is of her and her next oldest sister, both holding dolls they cherished.
I spent many an afternoon asking my grandma questions about those pictures, hearing the stories behind the faces. Maybe that’s where my love of history first began. Like the story of those dolls. Grandma told me that she and her sister were given the dolls one Christmas, but they only had them a year when their mother asked them to give the dolls to their nieces, who didn’t have any. (Never mind that Grandma and her sister didn’t have any other dolls to cuddle either.) I always wondered how my great-grandmother could take from her own children to give to her grand-children. Did she not see that her young daughters (ages 9 and 10) were too young to part with such things? Grandma told the story with a hint of emotion that told me she never quite got over the loss. Maybe that training was why she was so unsentimental. Her motto became, “If you haven’t used it in a year, get rid of it, give it to someone who can use it.” Her past definitely set the stage for such an attitude and practice. I did not inherit her ability to part with things. Unfortunately, my sentimentality makes me a bit of a pack rat.
Other family photos and news clipping revealed family losses that I can only begin to imagine. That photo of my grandma as a small child only showed six children. One boy and five girls. What it doesn’t show is the four who died before those six were born. Three boys and one girl must have died in some sort of epidemic. Can you imagine the heartache?
Hearing such stories from my family’s history helps me understand them better. Even outside of writing and having to figure out my characters’ motives, I’ve always been fascinated by what moves people to do what they do. What happened in their past to help shape their thinking and opinions? What heartache do they hide from the rest of the world?
My father-in-law’s family had similar losses. The youngest and last survivor of six children himself, he watched his oldest sister die at age 18 of tuberculosis and his oldest brother killed in a car accident at age 27, both before he graduated from high school. Can you imagine the pain his parents went through?
People of yesteryear were no different than people today. Letters sent to and from relatives all speak of the same types of things we all say when filling someone in on what is going on in our lives – how busy we are, the weather, the state of our health or the health of our family, what new place we attended or what new thing we made or purchased. We ask the same kinds of questions of others and have the same kinds of cares. Those who are old now were young then, with the same sense of immortality as the young have now.
Deuteronomy 32:7 says, “Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.”
There is much we can learn from history – one being that people of all generations are born in this world with hopes and dreams. Some live to fulfill them. Some don’t.
Ecclesiastes 12:1 says, “Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say, “I find no pleasure in them”-
But those who do live to fulfill their futures have an obligation in this life. After all is said and done, Solomon concludes one book of his writings with these words, “Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil.”
We might hide our motives and our pain from those around us now, but someday someone will come along to discover it. It may be a relative who goes through old pictures and letters and news clippings we once saved. And those who do look back on these things will come away with greater insight into the human condition, which really doesn’t change from generation to generation.
Yes, we have much to learn from history…




