I’m pretty sure I was born a history buff. I remember very vividly hanging at Granny and Pappaw’s house soaking in the stories of old Kentucky and 1950’s Florida. I didn’t just listen though, I cherished them. When I was old enough to have history class, it was my favorite, and I paid particular attention to spending a lot of time on research projects. In college, I took extra classes. Humanities, American History, Government, all fun for me. I spend time at home watching shows about guess what… history. As a matter of fact I’m not really sure why I didn’t become a history major, except that I couldn’t see a future for me in a museum. In a strange way, I think my love of history led me to a love for nature. I often write about nature evoking the feeling of being an explorer, and I’ve been places where I’ve felt it. I think the two subjects are so intertwined for me, that really, the difference is negligible.
So, I guess, a natural progression of all this historical interest has been to collect it, learn about it, and now, I’m even selling it. I’ve become a picker. My Pappaw would be be so proud. I’m not just one of those I found something cool, how much can I make for it pickers though. I always want to know more. I understand this sentiment that I’m preserving America’s past in a way. I’m touching stuff my ancestors touched, feeling the connection. It’s pretty cool that I get to share it with whoever wants it. I’ve got photos, postcards, stamps, pottery, old brochures and books. Who knows what I’ll find next!