Staff column— Three lessons I learned in 1838

Staff column— Three lessons I learned in 1838

This summer I was lucky enough to spend my time interning at Old Sturbridge Village, without a doubt one of the finest museums I have ever had the pleasure of visiting. Tucked away in southern Massachusetts, the museum is over 200 acres of historic buildings staffed by historic interpreters, myself included, who live and work as if it is the year 1838 in a typical New England farm town. This article isn’t some longing paean for days gone by. As …