[don-o]

For "people like us", these are the good old days. While I have some fond memories of growing up in rural Georgia in the 50's, having people hiss "ni**er" when I got on the bus is not one of them. Give me 2003 any day....

Fine. I undestand that. My mama raised me to call y'all "colored people". The N word was never spoken in our home.

We were taught that only the white trash called a colored person that. We got it.

But, surely there must be some memories beyond white folks calling you a name?

Even sad memories are good.

[Dr. Luv]

I have a great deal of cherised memories - mostly my mothers cooking and the smell of the south in the summer. I live in NYC now, and although I wouldn't trade this great place or time for anything, I sure miss those smells...

[GrandMoM]

....I grew up in Detriot, and black people were our friends and neighbors, but my parents wouldn't let us talk or be friends with Lutheren or Prespetarin (sp).

To this day I love Motown music.

I had a great childhood!

[wardaddy]

We were taught that only the white trash called a colored person that. We got it.

You and me both....the N word would get me a quick spanking. Of course by today's lofty (and ever decreasing threshold) standards....my dad and grandad...both who took a stand for civil rights(in Mississippi where it mattered as opposed to the NE were it didn't..much) would now be considered racist for things they barely ever imagined would "qualify" them as such. Times have changed for the better and worse.