Learning all about the life of an individual—and then crafting the interviews into an engaging narrative—is immensely satisfying. But who says LifeStory only writes about individuals?
I recently had the privilege of writing a LifeStory for Larrie and Mallory, a married couple who spent fifteen years in the Foreign Service. They have been married for nearly six decades, and they still consider their Foreign Service days the most exciting of their lives.
Their most interesting assignment was in Tripoli, Libya. One day in early September of 1969, Larrie and Mallory jumped into their Volkswagen camper and headed out toward the Sahara Desert.
Mallory says, “Coming toward us was this long line of Libyan military vehicles. It was puzzling and worrisome to see them moving into the center of Tripoli. So we turned around and came back. At about five the next morning we were awakened. I thought it was a wedding. Larrie said, ‘That is not a wedding. Those are gunshots!’ And sure enough, Muammar Gadhafi had made himself a colonel in the army, staged a coup d’état, and taken over.”
Every now and then, I like to write a blog on a topic relevant to LifeStory and the notion that immortalizing our stories in print is invaluable to future generations.