This year I started homeschooling my ten year old son. I won’t go into the whycomes…in this post at least. The other day I took him on the first stage of what I call our Boston Underground Railroad tour. Looking at the list of houses on the site, I determined the William Ingersoll Bowditch house was the best (read closest) option on a wintery day. So off we went.
There was no plaque or anything to reference the house’s history, as you can see. Even given the fact that black history is marginalized, I still felt disappointed by the lack of recognition but as usual, I turned it into a teaching moment.
Questions I asked my son:
1. Why do you think there is no plaque or recognition?
His response? “I don’t know.”
Me: I’m not asking you what you know. I’m asking you what you think.
*crickets*
Since there was nothing to see that tied to the history, we left. The next stop will be the Mount Auburn Cemetery
Tichaona Chinyelu 
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