Take Me Back. Pack.
My Love for HistoriCorps and Ongoing Motivation to Contribute
HistoriCorps feeds two parts of my soul: the desire for adventure and the desire for human connection. The first is that deep pull to beautiful, wild places where people built something for themselves. It isn’t just the general impressiveness of a wilderness structure but that it was once somewhere to someone. And maybe, just maybe, could be that again with preservation. I’ll never know, but I volunteer with the hope that another person out there visits a place that captures her heart, inspires her imagination and anchors her to our history.
The other yearning HistoriCorps continues to feed is more ambiguous. This past summer, I joined Anderson Lodge Session 1 and felt a feeling that can only be described as “the opposite of loneliness.” This phrase comes from a collection of essays published posthumously by Marina Keegan that I happened to re-read while on the Anderson project. Her description captures exactly what I find with other HistoriCorps volunteers:
“It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four A.M. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt.”
So Why donate to HistoriCorps? For the campfire conversations that go past midnight. For the jokes and laughter that still live on months later. For the deep, satisfying sleep after a full day at the worksite. For the hot perogies on a chilly morning. And for that perfectly timed group jumping photo.