I never set out to write a book. It just happened by accident. Nearly seven years ago, I wrote a letter to my children followed by twenty pages of what I believed to be a description of my father’s life. I never imagined that years later, those twenty-odd pages would evolve into a 300 page book that involved a trip to the National Archives, genealogy research (which I had never done), and countless interviews with strangers.
It turned out that I never really knew my father or his family. While writing his story, I learned that history is a lot easier to understand and remember when it becomes personal.
Maybe I will inspire you to learn your story and write a book too! Look into you past and you will learn that “what is past is prologue.”