I can almost trace my love of history to a book I was reading when I was maybe 11 or 12. I don’t remember what it was, but I can remember checking it out of the library at Reeves-Rogers Elementary School. It was set during the Revolutionary War, and there was a very minor character written about, a Baron DeKalb. I thought, Dekalb County is where my momma & daddy were from in Georgia, and I did a little bit more research – must more difficult in those pre-Google days, and found out that the county was in fact named after this same Baron Dekalb. That clicked somehow with me – the connectedness of things through the years – and I’ve loved history every since. Yesterday Mallory and I were at the Camden Battlefield, where Baron DeKalb was killed in action, and found this statue of him outside the museum.
