I found this nascent autobiography of Jean Kirkpatrick very charming in the way it captures life in the early 20th century. It's a common American story, but an always inspiring one, that great people often come from very ordinary circumstances we can all relate to.
In the middle of this one chapter about her girlhood was this interesting observation:
Seeing the difference between the southern and northern "histories" of this conflict was one of the eye-opening intellectual experiences of my life, and it put me on the road to seeing how important personal perspective is in human understanding, a subject I would continue to pursue throughout my later academic career. It did not lead me to relativism or to the view that no account could be any more accurate than any other, a fatuous cliché in the postmodern university of today. But I saw that perspective is a dimension of a true account and must always be taken into account.