
Interpreters share stories of our history. Pictured, Lawrence, Kansas, was home to both abolitionist and pro-slavery residents who suffered as a young country struggled with the issue of slavery. Courtesy U.S. Library of Congress
Today, there is a great deal of focus on accuracy and comprehensiveness when storytelling. It is equally important that our interpretive programs produce long-term results. We are watching budgets shrink, attendance dwindle, visitors growing ever more stereotypical in age and color, our take-away sales dropping, and/or our dialogs about these things are beginning to sound the same. Now is the time to redefine success. No matter how impressive we are—the site, the message, and the story—we run the risk of becoming irrelevant if we do not produce results. How can this be?
Storytellers are great at what we do. When educating people, we provide knowledge, context, and accuracy. When engaging people through engaging experiences, we create story ambassadors. People excited about their experience share their own story with neighbors, co-workers, and schoolmates, thus expanding the reach of the story they enjoyed far beyond the boundaries of the story itself. Their enthusiasm and excitement spreads, providing benefits far beyond those produced by flashy brochures, well-done websites, or attractive road signs.

Homes in western Missouri left behind only a landscape dotted with chimneys when collectively burned in 1863. This tragic story, unspoken for many years, recently unfolded before local residents, many for the first time.
Our stories, fostered and nurtured so lovingly, now deserve to be owned, shared, and carried far beyond our mental and physical boundaries. For the generations that follow us, important stories are disappearing. Many skilled and dedicated “keepers of the story” fade from the landscape and the numbers available to pick up their dropped torch are dwindling. Gone already are many stories that define who we are, where we’ve been, and where we are heading, individually, collectively, and as a nation. Preserving and continuing to share these important stories with the next generations means we must stretch beyond our quality of services and interpretation and create large numbers of new supporter that value these incredible stories.
No longer can we define success from our expert subject-matter perspective, but instead we must think about defining success from the “family on the street” perspective. Success and sustainability for our stories dictate that we think and act differently, stretching beyond our traditional audiences. The truth is, if it looks as if the story is no longer relevant, perhaps it is actually our approach and chosen delivery that are no longer relevant. Perhaps, podcasts, cell phone interpretation, and websites might trigger a “viral” (using pre-existing social networks to bring attention to something thought to be interesting, funny, or worthy of attention) initiative. A quick search within our own e-mail inboxes demonstrates how often you are referred to a great blog or a great video posted on YouTube. After all, how many podcasts are shared with you via email that are outside your special interests but worthy of a visit? How many great websites are passed on to you just because they are great websites?

A group of young interpreters, compelled to act out local history stories themselves, worked under the direction of reenactor John Allin and Cass County Historical Society’s Carol Bohl to create a video of their living history presentation.
In this new and changing marketplace for traditional storytelling, think about partnering with non-traditional partners. Advertising firms (talk about knowing their target audience), universities (refine our definition of audiences into new generations), community theaters (the visual and performing arts know how to connect to emotions), and local family-owned businesses might provide the opportunity to enhance your story, your perspectives, your stakeholder population, and your story’s future.
Success might be defined as watching as the story weaves itself into the fabric of our daily community of friends and family. Perhaps it is when other residents, families, and/or generations decide to preserve and share a story they now understand and appreciate, and its relevance grows in proportion to increasing numbers of stakeholders. Maybe it is when they smile at each other each time they hear or think of the story, or recall their experience through conversation, photographs, blogs, YouTube videos, texting, and/or Twittering.
Success might look different for each storyteller, just as it might for each story. Keepers of stories often react only when or if their sites or stories are threatened. But the future of those sites and stories cannot rely solely on looking to tradition for the answers. Now is the time to recognize that sharing our stories in new ways with new audiences may be the key to the future, for all of our stories and for those who tell them.
This article was written by Carol Bohl, executive director, Cass County Historical Society; Mike McGrew, ASLA, Jeffrey L. Bruce & Company, LLC; Julie Lenger, program coordinator, Freedom’s Frontier National Heritage Area; and Sue Pridemore, regional heritage partnerships coordinator, National Park Service.
by Ethan Rotman
The funeral procession arrives promptly at 11:00 am. Family and friends clad in sneakers and blue jeans prepare to say their last goodbyes. The family dog is also in attendance, nose held high in the air, enjoying the breeze. Pallbearers remove the simple, unfinished poplar casket from the hearse, each grasping one of the six sturdy rope handles. Gravel crunches underfoot as the procession slowly makes its way down the trail. The gravesite is on a sunny hillside dotted with newly planted oak, cherry, and ash saplings. The casket is placed above the open grave atop three sturdy planks. There is no tent, no folding chairs, no fake grass carpet, only sunlight and shadow and two tons of moist, brown earth and the grave from which it was removed.
Foxfield Preserve is a nature preserve cemetery in the heart of Ohio’s Amish country, about an hour south of Cleveland. It’s the only cemetery in the state offering natural burial and the first in the country to be operated by a nonprofit conservation organization.
From my upstairs window, my desk overlooks my sprawling garden. Usually, on a day off, that’s where I’m either puttering around, weeding, planting, or just gawking. (I do a lot of gawking!) Yet today, despite the fact that the sky is bachelor button blue and the air is pleasantly cool, I’m compelled to write about gardening in an attempt to get at the core of something that has been nagging at me for weeks. Like gardening, writing has a way of bringing to fruition things previously hidden. I love Dorothy Sucher’s idea of the invisible garden, in which she confirms my suspicion that there is far more to gardens and gardening than meets the eye.
“I have a gift for you.”




