I was born on an wintery day on Canyon Road in Santa Fe. Traveling became part of our lives; Mom, Leslee (my sister) and me. Before we could be under-educated in public schools, Mom whisked us off to Mexico for a couple years of learning a new language and playing Scrabble as a way to learn to spell and think critically. I can remember the day I learned to say “Popocatepetl” the mountain top outside our window in Mexico city AND the day I got a score of 100 on the Scrabble board.
Back to Chicago we got stuck in a public school across the street from the Museum of Science and Industry and THERE is where we were educated. Leslee and I would scoot over there at lunchtime, search the many halls and back stairways, often not getting back to class on time. We’d go after school unless we were taking riding or swimming lessons. Museums became our classrooms and have been adding wonder to our lives ever since.
So, non-traditional education was and is my way of life. We lived primarily in Hyde Park, the seat of the University of Chicago and diversity is the hallmark to the community. Helpful when you are the product of a black father and white mother. Mom’s family goes back to England and Daddy’s family originated in Lagos, Nigeria. We have kept in touch over the generations which is very settling in unexpected ways, including when I”m unsettled in new destinations.
I embrace cultural difference…I love the individuality of a people, art, custom, habit, food,
I want to go where it all started…I want to know how we got where we are…
I want to understand what came before…The past is as mysterious as dreams…life is good