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AMAZING DISCOVERY: Children Grow In Gardens

  It’s 1837 and Friedrich Froebel is planting a garden in Germany. He’s been working on it for several years, sowing, weeding, and fertilizing. Only it is just now beginning to bloom. There are no daisies, or tomatoes, or even pumpkins in Friedrich’s garden. This garden is an “experimental social experience.”¹  You see, its children he’s trying to grow an his garden is kindergarten. Friedrich…

Borgia 101: Welcome to Borgialand

Part 2 Last week on Borgia 101: Rodrigo Borgia became Pope, Della Rovere was seething, and the Borgia kids were so excited they were doing the chicken dance. When in Rome . . . Now as we said before nepotism was a common thing among the Roman clergy at the time. There was a two-fold benefit to this. If you were able to stuff the college of Cardinals with friends and family, your position was much safer…

What You Don’t Know About Rocking Chairs

What’s your feeling on rocking chairs?  It’s a strange question, but think about it. More than likely if you search through the cobwebs in your mind there’s a memory waiting to be dusted off.  Maybe your mama rocked you to sleep on one when you were small. Maybe your grandmother had one on her porch that you would climb into when you went to visit. Either way, chances are…

Shopping Through History: Wedding Rings

Ah June. It ‘s a time of singing birds, dancing pollen and loads of money spent on weddings. Of course for there to be a wedding there needs to first be a ring. There are loads of choices, but if you want something really cool, you better ask History. Option 1 Ancient Egypt: Eco-Friendly and Affordable About 5000 years ago rings made of braided hemp or reeds were all the rage. However, if…

Corsets Smorsets: Take Your Tradition And Shove It!

Are you the guardian of any traditions? Perhaps you have a recipe or two handed down from a grandmother or great-grandmother. Things like that make us feel connected to our past, don’t they? We can imagine grandma’s weathered hands as she stood by the counter in her apron, happily mixing away. Then there was the fun of sharing the meal that came out of her labor. I think we&#8217…