|Location||Bellingham, Washington, United States|
|Introduction||There is not much of it, for the reason, I suppose, that there is not much of me.|
My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age; and he grew up, literally without education. He removed from Little Hope to what is now Wood County, in my eighth year.
It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals, still in the woods. There I grew up. There were some schools, so called; but no qualification was ever required of a teacher beyond "readin, writin, and cipherin" to the Rule of Three. If a straggler supposed to understand latin happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizard. There was absolutely nothing to excite ambition for education. Of course when I came of age I did not know much. Still somehow, I could read, write, and cipher to the Rule of Three; but that was all. I have not been to school since. The little advance I now have upon this store of education, I have picked up from time to time under the pressure of necessity.
|Interests||Rebuilding the Ruined Temple|
|Favorite Movies||We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.|
|Favorite Music||Ruination Day, Parts 1 & 2|
|Favorite Books||Mortality and Other Poems by William Knox; O My Captain, O My Captain & Other Poems by Whitman; Shakespeare; KJB; Life of Washington|