That’s a real question. Do you think that you know a lot? I think I know a lot. Not a lot, a lot, but a lot. Wait, what?
I don’t mean I’m good at much, but I think my general knowledge of a lot of things is pretty good. Although, as I write this, I’m starting to think maybe not so much.
Here’s an example. I come from a military family, so I have a better than average knowledge of American history from a military standpoint. I’m not an expert, but I have a good working knowledge. I think I know a lot. After the United States was attacked by Japan at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii on December 7, 1941, many Japanese-Americans were sent to internment camps in California. That’s what I know about it. That’s it.
Thanks to a recommendation on my blog a couple of days ago by Sunny Lanning, I started reading Farewell to Manzanar by James D. Houston and Jean Wakatsuki Houston. This story is a memoir about a family sent to an internment camp in the U.S. after Pearl Harbor. Guess what. They weren’t all in California.
It’s incomprehensible to me that I didn’t more about this important part of American history. And that I was satisfied in only knowing that much. This book is wonderful reading, but even the timeline at the beginning of the memoir shocked me. Every.single.point.on.the.timeline.shocked.me.
I don’t know a lot. But I’m learning.