When my kids asked about the day I met their father I recall that Friday night in 1968 when I had just settled in after a busy week of teaching junior high kids.
Here’s what ...
[Photo of my son, Herbert T. Brown, III at one year old.--1975-2016]
In a recent newsletter, I shared my story of how my planned babies' names were stolen almost a decade be...
Growing up in the 50's was somewhat like working for Door Dash A neighbor would call to borrow a cup of sugar Whichever kid was nearby Was assigned to deliver it. A finished e...
Glimpse Inside a Family Time Machine
Every Tuesday my mother left the house and headed to do her weekly shopping in downtown St. Louis, Missouri.
It was the only day other t...
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