Throughout my long career as a historian, I specialized in the American Revolution and taught numerous courses on the Revolution, Colonial America, and U. S. military history. All but two of my books have dealt with the American Revolution. 

 

Below is a brief autobiography statement the author wrote for this website.

My parents were from the same small town in West Virginia. My mom graduated from West Liberty State College and taught elementary school from 1929-1935, when she was forced to quit as West Virginia state law in those days prohibited a married woman from teaching in a public school.

My dad began college at West Liberty on a baseball scholarship in 1928, but when the scholarships were terminated during the Great Depression, he left school without graduating. In 1934 he went to work with Union Carbide Chemical Corporation in Charleston, West Virginia, and continued to work for the company for 40 years until his retirement in 1974.

 

 

I was born in 1940 when they were still living in Charleston. I was their only child. In 1941 my father was transferred to Texas City, Texas, across Galveston Bay from the city of Galveston, and that is where I grew up.


I have long been interested in military history and Shots Heard Round the World is my third book on America’s Revolutionary War. 

 

Early on I taught in Texas, Kentucky, and Pennsylvania, but I spent most of my career at the University of West Georgia. This picture was taken in my office at UWG around 1978.

 

 

 

 Here I am with Blackie in 2004, the year I retired from teaching after a forty year career that began with two years teaching in a high school in Orange, Texas. I went on to graduate school after those two years and spent the remainder of my career teaching in college, mostly at the University of West Georgia in Atlanta’s western exurbs.

 

The photos show me doing a podcast on President Kennedy’s assassination, speaking at an event in the Ingram Library at the University of West Georgia, and meeting with students in a graduate seminar on the American Revolution. When I speak, people often ask how I became a writer. I think I always wanted to write. As a kid I thought of becoming a sports reporter, but in college I discovered good books written by good historians, and around the time of my twentieth birthday I decided that I wanted to become a historian – and the rest is history.

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 On October 2, 2013, Governor Nathan Deal and the First Lady of Georgia presented me with the Governor’s Award for the Arts and Humanities, an award annually bestowed on individuals and organizations that have made significant contributions to Georgia’s civic and cultural vitality, and who have demonstrated a lifetime commitment to work in the humanities and arts.

 

     
                                                                    Clementine                                                              

My wife's sister gave us a kitten as a wedding present back in the day. That was my first experience with a cat, but I quickly came to love them and they have been part of our family ever since. We currently have one cat, Clementine, a stray that we took in several years ago. I could be wrong, but I don’t think she has a strong opinion on either George Washington or Sir Henry Clinton.

 

I have been a lifelong baseball fan (the Pirates are my favorite team). The first major league game I saw was between Pittsburgh and the Brooklyn Dodgers, a game in which Jackie Robinson scored the winning run. For twenty years I timed my research trips to Boston so that the Red Sox and I were in town at the same time. Yaz hit a game-winning grand slam HR in the first game I saw at Fenway Park. One picture in the collage above shows me as a kid in the backyard in a baseball uniform. In the middle picture I am in high school and throwing a high, hard one for the Texas City Stingarees. Alas, my pitches weren’t fast enough and my baseball career ended with the Stingarees. In the top right photo, taken in 2007, I am at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.  (Collage courtesy of Betty Jo Parsons)