The first thing I ever wrote…

Posted on July 12, 2026 by levideatrick

I was in sixth grade at Rochester Hills Christian School near Detroit, Michigan, when I was assigned my first writing project. It was my 6th grade year and the 1987 and 1988 school year. I loved history and research but I did not love the actual writing; I was left handed and had sweaty hands and so whether I wrote with pen or pencil the result was terrible smudging. It would not be until late high school that I actually began to enjoy putting words on paper – and that was because I had taken a typing class in high school (Mrs. Beckert at Southeastern Community College in Keokuk, IA). In college I got a word processor and soon after a laptop computer. Over the last 38 years (since 6th grade), I have written dozens of papers for colleges, universities, and seminaries – including a thesis and dissertation. I have had a blog and website for around 20 years. I love to write (type); it is my most natural way of communication.

I have many times thought about that 6th grade project. It was a research paper on the lives of Wilbur and Orville Wright. I believe that my class had taken a field trip to the Henry Ford Museum with the Wright Brothers’ Home and Bicycle Shop that had been relocated there. Whatever the actual place of our field trip might have been, I was able to get a few Wright Brothers postcards and papers and it initiated in me a lifelong interest in their lives. I found a few books from the school library and perhaps a local library with my mom. I also read of the Wright Brothers in our family collection of Funk & Wagnalls Encyclopedia. I remember working diligently on that paper – loving the reading, research and planning, but dreading and disliking the actual writing – because I had to contend with a sweaty left hand and blurred ink. Strangely, I couldn’t remember if I earned a good grade on the paper.

I’ve often wondered what happened to that paper. I remember that I had kept it for a little while and even thought I had seen it a time or two after we moved from Michigan back to Missouri when I was a young teenager. Today, my Mom drove down to St. Louis to celebrate our church anniversary with us. She walked into my office before the Sunday School hour and held up the green folder which held my 6th grade Wright Brothers research paper. She said to me, “do you remember this?” I instantly recognized what she was holding and my heart – if not my face – broke into a huge grin! “I have wondered where that was for years” I said to her! She and Dad have been “culling” their garage attic storage and they found it this week!

I could hardly wait to look through and read it again when we got home from church this evening. I read it, Carol looked through it, my son who is following in my steps as a reader and lover of history (and the Wright Brothers) examined it. I uploaded it to Chatgpt for an analysis – part of the response was to point out what a good teacher (Mrs. Griffin) I had in 6th grade who had such high expectations for an elementary/middle school research paper and what a well supplied library (Mrs. White – I believe) my school must have had to have possessed the books that I used for my selected bibliography.

One often hears things regarding early education like “you’ll never use that in real life.” But I know that paper – the research, the planning, and even the writing of it, was formative in my development. I feel like a piece of the mosaic of my life was gifted back to me today. God graciously preserved that paper in my parent’s attic for several decades to return to me in His due time – 38 years later to be precise.

Now my wife wants me to start writing in cursive again…

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History Matters…

Posted on March 19, 2026 by levideatrick

My family and I were visiting the Missouri History Museum in Forest Park a couple of months ago. There is some fascinating history regarding Mill Creek (the “Black Metropolis”) and its destruction in the 1960s for the sake of “Urban Renewal.” It also has a history of the World’s Fair in St. Louis in 1904 (Russia displayed a fur coat there made from the skins of about 10,000 Siberian Field Mice). However, my greatest take away from that day was actually something I found in the bookstore.

David McCullough died on August 7, 2022. I thought I had all of his books but was joyfully surprised when I saw the small book entitled “History Matters” by David McCullough in the museum gift shop. This book is a posthumous publication by McCullough’s daughter and research assistant. It is a collection of writings, speeches, and interviews regarding his own life – and it is good!

I’ve read McCullough’s books (several more than once) and his historical narratives are on par with Shelby Foote (the two of them are unmatched in my opinion). He is a master at immersing you into the reality of history. But this little book immerses you into the life of David McCullough himself. From now one, whenever I read a McCullough book, it will be colored by a better understanding of the author himself. His view of history is exemplary.

What is quoted here are remarks that McCullough made when he was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Forgive the long quote, but perhaps it will whet your appetite. The following sentences also express McCullough’s philosophy of history.

“History shows us how to behave. History teaches, reinforces what we believe in, what we stand for, and what we ought to be willing to stand up for. History is – or should be – the bedrock of patriotism, not the chest-pounding kind of patriotism but the real thing, love of country.

“At their core, the lessons of history are largely lessons in appreciation. Everything we have, all our great institutions, hospitals, universities, libraries, cities, our laws, our music, art, poetry, our freedoms, everything exists because somebody went before us and did the hard work, provided the creative energy, provided the money, provided the belief. Do we disregard that?

“Indifference to history isn’t just ignorant, it’s rude. It’s a form of ingratitude. (Emphasis mine.)

“What history teaches, it teaches mainly by example. It inspires courage and tolerance. It encourages a sense of humor. It is an aid to navigation in perilous times. We are living now in an era of momentous change, of huge transitions in all aspects of life – nationwide and worldwide – and this creates great pressures and tensions. But history shows that times of change are the times when we are most likely to learn. This nation was founded on change. We should embrace the possibilities in these exciting times and hold to a steady course, because we have a sense of navigation, a sense of what we’ve been through in times past and who we are.”

This book is relatively short by McCullough standards, only 169 pages. It is divided into 4 sections: 1) “Why History?” 2) “Figures In A Landscape.” 3) “Influences.” 4) “On Writing.”

Part 1 expresses the value of history. Part 2 gives excerpts of four different historical figures and their impact on their time and culture. Part 3 is a list of tributes to people who influenced McCullough. In Part 4, McCullough gives personal tips on writing (this is worth the book itself).

Regarding writing, a few thoughts gleaned: 1) Enjoy it. 2) Research. 3) Read – and with variety. 4) Go to the place of which you’re writing. 5) Use your senses. 6) Write the kind of book you’d like to read. 7) Write every day. 8) Write on a subject you like, don’t write on subjects that don’t appeal to you. 9) Write to be heard, not just seen (especially in a day of audio books). 10) Reread what you have written.

My appreciation for David McCullough multiplied through reading this book. My understanding of my need for the knowledge of history was reiterated. My love for history grew exponentially in reading McCullough’s thoughts – these which were posthumously published by his daughter.

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