Postcards
A Postcard From The First Annual Bucks County Para-Con
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America is rapidly changing into a country where we worship strange gods.
America is rapidly changing into a country where we worship strange gods.
Ann Arbor was the New Left’s primary incubator for the movement’s leading activists.
The Historical Association of South Africa held its biennial meeting at Rhodes University in Makhanda, South Africa.
Warm and welcoming, the Nubar Library is the place to go when researching Armenian history.
It is fitting to research policy history in the heart of Sacramento.
“When I entered the Sterling Memorial Library, I felt as though I stepped into a cathedral.”
I sometimes feel guilty about how much fun I have researching storm chasers.
Sometimes it is good to remind oneself how lucky and abnormal this profession can be.
The undergraduate panels I saw in St. Louis served as a good reminder that Slavic Studies is in good hands.
I arrived a day-and-a-half early and stayed a day late in order to do some exploring on my own.
A postcard from the annual meeting of the Georgia Association of Historians.
Somewhat to my surprise, I didn’t go to my field’s major conference last November. Instead I accompanied a 97-year-old man to the town he fled in 1938.
We were there to share our work on offshore islands across Southeast Asia — an exciting opportunity for a grad student like me, from a landlocked city.
At museum conferences, there are usually no easily-portable solutions. Institutional differences matter.
Dogs can be found laying on cooler surfaces or in the shade. Cats saunter into the canteen meowing for attention but also a bite of your lunch.
Seeing Railway Mail Service badges makes the postal carriers and clerks that I read about in other archives seem more real.
The divided research trip is a necessity for a full-time high school teacher.
Archival research can be like spending eight hours looking for lost keys.
The architect of the contemporary anti-immigration movement comes from Petoskey.
When visiting these archives, the violent and extractive history of Belgium’s presence in the Congo was impossible to ignore.
Always talk to your archivist.
Thousands came here in the spring of 1947, attempting to flee famine in eastern and central Ukraine.