Pearl Harbor: Memory and hope
Pearl Harbor remains a place and a response fused into our national memories. Hope for our future is grounded in such memories.
Pearl Harbor remains a place and a response fused into our national memories. Hope for our future is grounded in such memories.
A word after a word after a word is power.
In a recent email exchange with some colleagues, I made the mistake of relying on my memory for a budget number instead of first checking our documents. When the mistake was corrected by another on the email trail, I made the excuse that I was working from memory, and added that I should remember not to rely on my memory. A colleague with a very dry wit responded with the quip, “It’s hard to remember not to rely on your memory.” He had me there. I’ve written in the past that, “Memory is a poet, not a historian.” When you need things like budget numbers, we call upon the historian part of the brain, to make sure the figures are correct. But in many instances memory—and especially the poetry of memory—is crucial. Max DePree writes of the times when memory and storytelling come together in powerful ways. He does so to differentiate between what he calls scientific management and tribal leadership. “Every family, every college, every corporation, every institution needs tribal storytellers. The penalty for …
A week would generally be enough time to explore large sections of a city the size of Savannah, Georgia. Time to linger among the live oaks and Spanish moss in the historic squares, eat at the growing list of restaurants, visit the museums, and share stories with friends and strangers in the coffee shops and bars scattered throughout the downtown. Plenty of time…unless one has a conference to run. Well, run is actually much too strong a word. While technically responsible for ensuring that last week’s PastForward 2014 – the National Preservation Conference went off without a hitch, there are many staff members who carry a far heavier load as we worked to reach that goal. Much of my oversight actually took place over the past 18 months. Once the week of the conference comes, I just “enjoy the field trip” as Candice – the former elementary school teacher – says at times like these. At the conference, I often have my day structured by others: be here to welcome this group, then go there …