It is odd really, diving into someone else’s life. When I found this book (or the book found me) I realized I really didn’t know much about the past. I’ve watched period films, read historical fiction and history books, but none of these things prepare you for what its like to read another person’s words, seeing their thoughts, feeling their struggles, their happiness.
It’s hard to block out your own voice while reading other people’s words. I kept questioning why this, why that. I suppose that’s why I kept reading. Our minds, in our current culture, I think, cannot fully understand or accept a lot of things that have happened or why life was the way it was.
The reason why I study history is because I want to sink into what it must have been like to be these women – a 12 year old girl, sent off to another country to be educated; a wife sent off to sea with her new husband; a teenager coming of age.
To me the most difficult part of studying these women was to understand their view of the world. Where did their voices come from? Their church, their schooling, their husbands, their families..
One thing’s for certain, the influence the church had on these women’s lives is undeniable This has become a big part of my research of these women – what were their churches like? Their ideals? Was it a fear based worship or a hopeful one? Obviously some of these questions answer themselves. The depth of their worship, though, is something that is still very alien to me and because of that, I find it fascinating.
This book, No Place Like Home, are journal entries and letters from 15 women from 1771 to 1938. I’ve decided that I will do entries regarding these women in pairs, showing further glimpses of their lives. It has truly been a journey for me and I hope you enjoy what is to come.
Thanks for reading.