Make and Read History

Our family is a diverse group, a pleasant mixture of races and cultures! It makes for a deep appreciation for each other and for God.  Our interactions cause us to respect our differences. We all have a growing group of friends who cross the racial and cultural lines. We don’t all have the same skin tone or “speak” the same language, but we embrace the knowledge that God created us all.

Historically during the month of February, our country celebrates the role of African Americans and their impact in shaping this great country. Black History Month — as it is routinely referred to — is a time of teaching and learning as Americans. I am convinced that every month, every teaching opportunity is a time to learn.

There is a great book that I believe every household should include in their library: “Crafts that Celebrate Black History” by Kathy Ross. It is a fun, informative book of history. George Washington Carver, Jesse Owens, and even Ralph Johnson Bunche are among the great men and women in the book. There are fun crafts that families can make together as they learn. What an awesome teaching gift!

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