Well Hello There!

Father Time was rambling on about the role of the bunion in post-revolutionary France and I almost didn’t hear you come in.

But let me introduce myself, My name is Historia Narratus, although lots of people just call me History. That’s me in the picture with Father Time, my dad.

Conversation with him can get pretty darn dull, he’s so by the book.

 Me, I like to look at things from a different angle. I love the details, but you can hold the scholarly talk thanks very much. Let’s talk about fun things like Eleanor of Aquitaine’s scandalous Grandfather William. It takes guts to put the image of your mistress on your shield, don’t you think so? Oh, and what about the time Julius Caesar got kidnapped by pirates–and then demanded they increase his ransom? What a surprise ending that story has.

So are you ready to become a goddess of historical facts?

Good, cause girl I’m starting to feel wild. I mean like Einstein’s hair wild. Feel like joining me? All you have to do is click on a topic:

Need a quick fix? Go for Witelligence. There you’ll find quick reads. (What’s Witelligence? If you’re here you’ve got it, but the definition is here.)

Looking for something a little meatier? You need to go to the école d’histoire, or school of history.

Feelin’ like some romance? Check out History’s manhunt. That’s where I judge all those famous historical figures on what really counts–would they have made me a good husband or not?

All this reading making you hungry? Come sit a spell at Historia’s Table. Who knew food had such a history? Then again if you’d rather munch on some gossip, check out the Talk of the Town.

It’s hard to choose I know but don’t worry, for you my door is always open. Just don’t tell Father Time. He still thinks I’m in bed by 10.