My interview with Liz went great — I’d been warned by her daughter that I’d have to be the one to cut the conversation off after our allotted hour, and she wasn’t fooling. After 60 minutes, Liz was still going strong, and I was hankering to hear more, so I’ll be pulling together another set of questions for another telephone session later this week.

One sign that all my research is sinking in: On several points, I was able to fill in (at least mentally and sometimes verbally) a name or place or date that eluded Liz — facts that she knew because she was there six, seven, eight decades ago but which I had merely read about.