Part of being a personal historian is connecting with others who do the same, and I was happy to make a presentation last week in Washington, D.C. at the annual conference of the Association of Personal Historians. (In truth, it was held at the Bethesda Grand Hyatt, but D.C. is so close, and sounds so much better. Besides, hopping museums in the nation’s capital was my favorite, and the most torturously short, part.)
It was standing-room-only and nearly 100 people in the room, most of them new to the work of being a personal historian.
For me, it is an honor to be a personal biographer, writing books to honor the lives of everyday Americans, and a delight to share something about the craft.