Which would you rather see: an oil painting of a Victorian monarch, a ramrod stiff photo of your great-grandmother in her confirmation smock, or a hundred transcripts of the conversations she shared with her peers and her family?
As a historian, I have to say this is exactly right.
As a citizen of the internet age, I have to say the more likely choice is between an oil painting of some monarch and a hundred pictures of your then-23-year-old great-grandfather’s junk.
