One of the most vital roles parents and elders have in a society is to pass on the stories of their family and their tribe. Some cultures do this very well, but some cultures have become ashamed or apathetic about it.
Who is your hero? Is it someone who knows and loves you or someone who wouldn’t even notice you in the room? Our world has many superficial heroes that are big with flair, but small in character.
One of my favourite parts of reading a newspaper is the ‘flashback’ segment. ‘Flashbacks’ allow us to see how far we have come or changed.
Recently my friend shared some of the things people say when he tells them he’s a curator and works at a museum.
My first week as Executive Director is complete and another has begun – I am excited to be a part of it all.
The time has come to pass the torch, hand over the keys, change the sign on the office door, or whatever other metaphor one might apply to the situation.
In my younger years I had little or no interest in history, be it Canadian history, Mennonite history or any other history. I suspect my high-school history teacher may have sadly noted my apparent apathy.
Think of your favourite things. Excluding people or places, like your favourite café or park, think about the objects that fill the spaces in which you live and make a list of your top ten.
These three words have at least three things in common at Mennonite Heritage Village. They are all old farm implements in our machinery collection.
Many years ago, the chairperson of my church’s finance committee told our gathered membership that he had not purchased new shoes for his presentation of the proposed new budget, but he had at least polished them.
