A visit to England reminds me of how much I love history.
I recently visited my son and his family in Weybridge, England. I love going over there, mostly because of the two little people living in his house. My granddaughter and grandson make every visit memorable, and I enjoy their parents, too. One of their parents is my son.
This time, he had a special trip planned for me: a visit to Bath, the home of so much Roman architecture and, of course, the famous Roman baths. Since the town is only two hours from Weybridge, we took the family car and had a nice trip.
As we drove along, I realized the countryside reminded me a great deal of my beloved rolling hills of East Tennessee. Then a castle would pop up on the horizon, and I’d realize I wasn’t in the States anymore.
The beauty of the historical structures in the small towns and villages in England, Scotland, and Ireland (where he has lived and I have visited) always fills me with awe.
I have walked through a bedroom in Stirling Castle, where the queen slept in the 1200s. We stopped at an abbey that a wife built to honor her late husband in a small town in Scotland. She kept his heart in a small box and always had it with her, including when she was buried.
Just outside that abbey was a centuries-old cemetery, and the one item that has stuck with me in the years since I’ve been there is an enormous headstone. It included the family lineage traced back to the 1500s as I recall, and it was amazing to read it all in a simple graveyard in a small village.
I also love the history we have in America. I used to drive down a road where Washington marched with his troops in the Revolutionary War. I lived at the foot of Lookout Mountain, where one of the greatest battles of the Civil War raged. I also stood on the floor of the bedroom of Carton, a mansion in Franklin, Tennessee, where at one time, four Civil War generals lay dead on the front porch.
I love history, both here and in other countries, and nothing pleases me more than walking through it and thinking of all those who walked before me.