A Place for Remembering and Changing

It is about time you found us. We have been waiting for you! Please make yourself at home as we conjure up some memories for you about the “good ole days.” Did you have an Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, or Grandpa who loved to share his or her memories? Weren’t those times enjoyable as the past was connected to the present? Have you ever gotten lost in a story, a movie, or even a song that took you back to a specific time, place, or person? If so, you have found the right place for remembering.

However, if memories are all that you are looking for, this is NOT the right place for you. What you will find here are real life anecdotes designed to show you that Blacks and Whites are quite similar but unique. You will be challenged to put aside ignorance which causes preconceptions and stereotypes. Don’t worry. You will not be scolded or preached at. In a subtle fashion, you will discover and remember what you already know in your heart. This site will allow you to put your life on pause and then cause you to be refreshed by your reflections on the “good ole days.” Perhaps this site will even help you improve your perception of racial issues in America. Please enjoy.

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The story revolves around two people who lived during the same time, roughly 1950 through the present. The setting is the Detroit Metropolitan Area. Now available on Amazon!

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Do you know someone who grew up in Detroit in the 1950’s and 1960’s? Or maybe that someone is you! Let’s spread the word about this site and the book so we can reminisce together.

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I, I, I, I, I . . .

You know them; you hear them; you recognize them: the people who cannot have a conversation without using the first-person pronoun multiple times in a space of minutes. English teachers forbid the use of the first-person pronoun in students’ essays for several good...

The Source

A concept that I could never get through my thick skull was the difference between the mouth and the source of a river. In fact, I had to look up that information before writing this because it just doesn’t seem logical. The source part is quite easy to understand...

Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

Thomas Hardy, a British author, wrote this poem in the mid-1800s. I read it a hundred years later while teaching English at Oakwood Junior High in what was then called East Detroit, Michigan. If you think this is going to be a mournful blog about death, you may be...

I Don’t Get It! – Mock Drafts

GUEST AUTHOR: FireHawk I ran into a guy about 30 years old recently who said he loved NFL mock drafts. Huh? Now he’s a nice kid who unfortunately doesn’t have a job so maybe he has time to read that gibberish. Mock Drafts – If you collected 100 of them, NONE would be...

Huey, Dewey, and Louie

“Sufferin’ Succotash!” Mel Blanc, Daffy Duck’s cartoon voice, must have splattered himself with saliva every time Daffy used this expletive. Since 1937, that duck family has been entertaining us in comic books, television shows, and even full-length movies. Due to the...

Uncle Toms and Wiggers

Who was Uncle Tom? In black author Harriet Beecher Stowe’s 1852 novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin, he was depicted as a martyr and not a sell out to his race. His devotion to his fellow slaves was so unshakable that he suffered immensely and sacrificed a chance at freedom to...

Take a Look Back

Derek Palm, a contributor to Black and White Like You and Me, took a trip down memory lane last week with his younger brother. They drove by many of their former homes and schools and actually were invited into one of them. Derek reports that the home that they were...

The Cars

Aptly named for the theme of this blog, ‘70s group The Cars delivered smash hit after smash hit including “Let the Good Times Roll”, “Drive”, and “You’re Just What I Needed”. Americans, especially in Detroit, love their cars. Proof? Why hasn’t there been a mass...