I’ve posted a couple of “thoughts” that I found provocative from a book called Some Family–The Mormons and How Humanity Keeps Track of Itself. Usually, one waits until one has finished reading a book before reviewing it. But because of the nature of this book, I think it appropriate to say something about it even [...]
. . . [G]enealogical narratives . . . often take a form that deserves to be denominated as literature. The best genealogies are artful and achieve the status of consciously crafted art. Donald Harman Akenson in Some Family–The Mormons and How Humanity Keeps Track of Itself (McGill-Queen’s University Press, 2007)
Professional historians, like all skilled tradespeople, have their own status rules. One of the most basic of these–so basic that our postgraduate students do not even need to be told, so clearly do we silently communicate our snobbery– is this: do not ever become involved with the practice of genealogy: it is a necropolis of [...]
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December 7, 1941 . . . was a Sunday. The two persons who would eventually become my parents had yet to meet, lived 800 miles apart, and were just nine years old.That day would be the most important day of my then yet-to-be life. On December 7, 1941, America, isolated by geography and an idiosyncratic [...]
. . . occurred thirteen years before I was born . . . . Dispatch from Pacific Fleet 7 Dec 1941 USS Arizona Images from Library of Congress, American Memory collection
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When I lived in Germany as a child, we celebrated every year Sankt Nikolaus Tag. On the night of December 5, we would place our shoes outside the door. If we had been good that year, Sankt Nikolaus would leave chocolates, fruit, and other goodies in our shoes. If we had been bad, then we [...]
