A Road to the Past

On W. Morgan St., between S. Salisbury St. and Fayetteville St. Here I am this time with the historical marker for the State Capitol building in Raleigh, North Carolina.  This picture is at night because I randomly spotted this sign while my friends and I were looking for a place to hang out and enjoy the night.  It went something a little like this: Me: Fayetteville Street is this way...Hey it's a history sign! Come!  I need a picture. Friend 1: Uh...okay Friend 2: Fine. Me: Friend 1, haven't you read my blog? Friend 1: I've seen it but I haven't read it. So there.  But back to the important part of this post. The Capitol building was first built in 1796, after selecting what would eventually be Raleigh as the first post-colonial capitol of the state.  Before that, the colony was relatively capitol-less for a while, with the center of government shifting locations every so often.  First it was in Edenton in 1722, but they didn't build facilities quic

On Franklin Street across from Henderson Street. Ah, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (UNC or Carolina).  Home to my beloved Tar Heels.  Still a small debate if that is one word or two.  I interchange that a lot, so no worries.  But what's important is that its mascot is Ramses the Ram, its color Carolina Blue matches the sky for a reason, and that our basketball team is better than that other one down Tobacco Road.  Since I'm from here, I figured this would be a good starting point. The University was chartered in 1789, as per the 41st statement of the North Carolina Constitution written in 1776: "41. That a school or schools shall be established by the legislature, for the convenient instruction of youth, with such salaries to the masters, paid by the public, as may enable them to instruct at low prices; and, all usefull [sic] learning shall be duly encouraged and pro moted [sic] in one or more universities." This is still written into ou

HELLO!  My name is Jill, but if you're reading this, good chance you already know me somehow.  But I guess a couple things first.  Um, I play tennis, I like to swing dance, and one of my guilty pleasures is watching Hilary Duff movies on rainy days.  It's raining today, but I ran out of Hilary Duff movies, so I'm watching Gangs of New York instead. But enough about me.  There's a point to this post, and to the blog.  Ever seen those road markers that blurb a little about a person, a place, or an event?  Around NC, they're grey and somewhat bland.  They're what people call Historical Markers, and they're also all over the country (except for Arizona, unfortunately, unless Wikipedia is wrong).  I used to live in DC, and I never really saw any there; but then again, the Mall has like 10 museums, so I guess why bother?  But when my parents and I moved down to Chapel Hill (where I am now), I always thought it was cool that history still lingers among the modern