Elizabeth was probably destined to become a historian from the beginning.
She was born in a town with the prosaic name of "Central" that was created to be the bustling midpoint of a railway line connecting Atlanta and Charlotte. It was derailed (heh) by the Civil War, and eventually rerouted. However, the name remained, and the end of every summer brings the Railroad Festival to celebrate Central's almost-famous destiny. There's a raptor display in front of the old library, funnel cakes across the street from the fire station, and plenty of time to wander up and down the railroad tracks, smelling the tar from the crossties and contemplating the inanity of celebrating a past that never was.
She loves deviled eggs, fried okra, and the hilarious/tragic quirks of American history.