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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Each blog article has open comments, why not jump in and tell us if you had a similar experience. Or maybe you’ve got a story of your own to share – we’ll be publishing guest posts soon! Get in touch.

Where Were You?

“Where were you, oo, oo, oo,oo; I really want to know . . .” Oops and apologies to the musical group The Who whose song was “Who Are You.” Now that I have that classic reverberating in your mind, all of us remember where we were when certain tragic events took place...

Black Lives Matter

"He ain’t nothin' but a ham!” To this day after some fifty-five years, I can still hear Albert Mashall’s father’s booming voice as he stood outside the fence at the St. Catherine softball diamond. Albert was a black teammate of mine. His father never missed a game...

Nicknames

Nickname. I don’t get it. Why not a TOMNAME or a JENNYNAME? Why does Nicholas get all the fame? Who is he, some sort of bigshot? When you think about it, how could we ever get along without nicknames? Many nicknames are cool like Rob instead of Bob for Robert. Some...

Why You So Scart?

Think back to high school speech class. For me, this was the worst torture imaginable causing knees shaking, cheek twitching, armpits sweating, and pubescent voice cracking. If I dared look up to make the required eye contact, there was always some jerk-off giving me...

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...

What’s Trump?

Euchre is a very popular card game. It is fast moving and simple by design. People get into tournaments, clubs, and social outings with euchre as the drawing card. Trump is a key word in the game, and, of course, if you have the jack of trump called the right bower,...

The Power of Words

“A Rose by Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet” William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Romeo, a Montague, is concerned that Juliet is from the house of Capulet. In fact, this entire tragedy has as its focal point the hatred between two families which makes the...

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...