I was four years old. Daddy George had proposed to and married my widowed mother and the FBI gave Special Agent Patterson his marching orders. We were headed for Seattle. I can’t remember what kind of car we had. It was an FBI car with a big engine, and it was black, probably a ‘48 or ’49 model Plymouth or Dodge. I can remember that it was a very long drive from Raleigh, NC to Seattle – every … [Read more...]

  My father, James E. Brewer, was shot down in WW II over Burma just a few days before I was born. I grew up in a home on Sewell Avenue in Raleigh, NC with my widowed Mom, Mama Ida, my Aunt Jodi, Aunt Pearl and Uncle Sidney. Mama Ida worked at the Department of Vehicles and my mother took a job in the office of North Carolina State College. During the work hours, I spent time with a large … [Read more...]

Music has played an important part in the lives of Boomers. We have seen it progress from the big band sounds, to jazz, to rock and roll, to rockabilly, folk music, California music, the British Invasion, soul, heavy metal and now rap, if you can call that music. We have also seen and heard some amazing voices, particularly female. There was Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee,  Barbara Streisand, Dionne … [Read more...]

This week, an FBI agent admitted to lying to authorities about the FBI’s involvement with the Russia collusion hoax. More inditements are likely to follow as the trail of corruption leads to the very top of the G-man hierarchy. There once a day when the FBI represented the ultimate in integrity. Times have changes. My dad was a Special Agent for the FBI under J. Edgar Hoover in the 1950’s, 60’s … [Read more...]

I saw a penny in the parking lot last week and stopped and picked it up. Most people won’t. A penny is looked upon as a nuisance coin. People drop excess pennies in a dish beside the cash register these days rather than fool with them. Afterall, there is not much you can do with a single penny. Boomers, though, can remember back when a mere penny bought tons of pure joy. Those were the days of … [Read more...]

How do young people meet these days? Kids don’t have weekend dances. There are there no more drive-in movies and there are no drive-in restaurants to speak of. The malls are dead zones. And young people would practically need a second mortgage to pay for a movie date – when there are movies.  But Baby Boomers look back nostalgically at the days when a young lady called a carhop would take your … [Read more...]

There were real, honest-to-goodness service stations in Lewisburg, WV when I was a boy. Not only did they pump gasoline, they offered genuine service. As I recall, we had just two gas stations there in the 1950’s, an Esso station on Washington Street, down and across from the post office, and another at the corner of  Church Street and Washington. The second station sold Pure Oil if memory serves, … [Read more...]

  There is a school yard behind our house and several acres of open fields. Occasionally, we’ll see some folks tossing frisbees to their dogs, but rarely do we see kids out playing – and there is an actual baseball field behind the school, and unless parents have organized a tee ball event, it sits dormant. I would have killed for either field. Come summertime, we played baseball and … [Read more...]

I saw a picture of a sandwich wrapped in waxed paper recently that took me back to the 1950’s and brown bag lunches. As an elementary student, sometimes I ate in the cafeteria, assuming someone had an available quarter, but often Mom would pack my lunch – a cookie, an apple and a sandwich wrapped in waxed paper. I remember watching the early commercials of Reynolds’s Waxed Paper when the … [Read more...]