History can be great fun to explore. For that reason, and because I am a historian, some of the posts here will report on historical stuff. And, because I am a historian of medieval Europe, many of the stories and examples will be about how we understand or misunderstand the Middle Ages. But this is not a history blog.
As a medieval historian I know some odd facts. For instance, I know that Saint Mary’s Priory in Kansas claims to possess some of Christianity’s most valued treasures, 1233 in total, including pieces of the Holy Cross and the Crown of Thorns (Yes! In Kansas!). Another oddity I know is that when the restorers of Poblet Monastery in Catalonia exhumed the embalmed body of King James I of Aragon in 1856 they learned something amazing: a gash in the skull above the left eye. That 80 year-old scar shows that the book the king produced about his life, the Llibre dels Fets, told the truth when it recounted that he had been hit just above the eye with a crossbow bolt. This revelation is even more amazing in the context of his love life, but I’ll have to wait until later to tell you about that…. Like I said, history can be great fun to explore. But this site is not really about history.
History sometimes fails us; or perhaps it is better to say that we sometimes fail history by confusing it with the imagined past. Human beings have a habit of making stuff up about the past. We sometimes prefer fictions to facts. Sometimes that can be totally harmless, a source of pure pleasure and the basis of much of our entertainment (think Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Medieval Times Restaurant, etc.). We’ll look at examples, as for example when we look back at the origins of baseball: https://pastinthepresent.blog/2019/07/19/baseball-and-the-virgin/
But it is also part of our instinct for inventiveness to use myth, legend, hearsay, half-truths, and fictions like screwdrivers and hammers, tools for reconstructing the world as we want it. Often the imagined past just seems to be a better tool than truth for changing ‘what is’ into ‘what could be’.
Here the misuses of the past can grow dangerous. Some of our fictions about the past are like Frankenstein’s monster — difficult to control once brought to life. Some of them are more like cancers, viruses, or venomous bites — insipid and deadly from the very first. I won’t go this far too often because it is just too depressing, and because people of sound mind understand the heightened potency of evil in the era of Trump.
Mostly the little tales told here will find the in-between spaces, where we just get lost in our imaginations until someone, like me, says “wait a minute, let’s think about this….”
So, instead of a history blog, this is a place for posts and comments about what the imagined past is, how it gets inside of us, and how it moves us to do things.
I’ve written about two thousand words more to introduce this blog. You can skip them if you wish. But, if you want to learn more about our goals here, and see a few more examples — for instance about the relationship between George Washington’s teeth and the Easter Bunny — go here: https://pastinthepresent.blog/more-about-the-site/