So I know that I haven’t posted very much as of late, but even though I am always a GTRG, I also have to work and have been away for the past little bit.
My line of work is history and some of what I get to do is see a ton of historical sites. Much of what I do deals more with the Victorian era, though there is some over lap with my Regency hobbies. Some days I get paid to read about the War of 1812, so I feel very lucky.
What I would like to talk about is some of the history I came across on my last work trip to the Yukon. This post is more history based and about how I like to connect with personal stories.
To start the trip was just out of this world, and the landscape and views breathtaking. I got to go to a hot spring, see all sorts of wild life and visit some of the wonderful museums. Everywhere I went the people I met seemed excited and connected to the land and the history around them. I found that as the people I was with went to look, take pictures and soak in the views, I was sitting chatting with locals.
For example, did you know that beavers used to be the size of kitchen chairs? Or that it was only in the past few years that a candied photo of folks from the gold rush smiling has been found? These were all things I learned by just listening to people.
At one point I was in a gallery looking at some wonderful photos of First Nations woman from around WWII. One of the women pictured had the most beautiful beaded jacket on. A woman came up to look and we got chatting. It turned out that she had done some conservation work on the jacket when it had been loaned to a museum. This piqued the interest of another woman who was the great niece of the lady in the photo. For almost an hour this pair talked about the jacket and the photo. Family stories were shared, and I was almost late for the planed lunch as a result.
History is not just the past and objects. It is a living fabric of stories and connections and I think that while this story is not related to the Regency it made me think about why I love history in the first place. Connection to stories, plain and simple but lovely.