Autobiographical account of growing up in an all white community, its ramifications and change.

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  • Christine Ramsay on May 21, 2009

    I would like to think we are integrating better these days but in
    some areas I don’t think we ever will. My son is married to a beautiful Japanese girl and she is the kindest and sweetest girl I know and we have a baby grandson who lives in Japan. My son is always treated with the greatest respect out there.
    Thank you for the insight into life in your area. Good work.

    Christine

  • Darla Cooke on May 21, 2009

    This is a very interesting story. Thanks for sharing it.

  • QuinMonty86 on May 21, 2009

    Being in a so called “mixed” marriage, I can tell you we still have a very long way to go. It is not as obvious as it once was, but still present in little ways. Being carded when the two people in front of you were not, (who were white), sometimes ignored in restaurants while other diners who come in after you are seated, and fed while you still wait for your waiter….
    And this is when we are together. Here in Colorado. Sometimes I am so ashamed of my own race.

  • Sheila on May 21, 2009

    Very good article Ken=)

  • Ruby Hawk on May 21, 2009

    I grew up in the same time you are speaking of and I also remember some bad stuff but not as much as you would think since I live in Georgia. And Negro was the acceptable term. I was taught that to call a person black was an insult so when that term came about I was very hesitant to use it. Colored was okay too, and now I am fearful to use any term at all in fear of insulting somebody. I suppose Afro-American is what I should use.This is completely ridiculous of me because I have cousins, neices, and nephews who have married Afro-Americans. So it’s all in the family.

  • swatilohani on May 22, 2009

    great info, thnx for sharing

  • Mr Ghaz on May 22, 2009

    Excellent!..that was lovely and well written piece..LOV it..Well done and thanks for sharing this great stuff.

  • dmonty on May 22, 2009

    Yes, I remember… and still live.

  • Leonardo da Vinci E. on Sep 14, 2009

    Truly interesting piece and a legitimate part of history to be saved and viewed by human minds.

  • Phill Senters on Nov 23, 2009

    Very interesting reading here Ken. I was a child in the 50s, and some of my earliest memories are of a negro babysitter. We were friends and neighbors with that family, and always got along very well. I still see one of them every now and then and we always have time have a chat and talk about the “Good ole days”.

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