Stories from Pat Broman

It was 1944. My high school boy friend went off to be part of the occupation in Hokaido, an island off the coast of Japa...

It is 1944 in Sarasota, Florida and Sarasota High School is buzzing with plans for the Senior Prom. As a senior I am exc...

Oh, that wonderful Christmas when I made it known that I only wanted books! They were my first love, my best friends - n...

It seems as if I have always been traveling away from home - if I really know where home is. I was born in New York City...

The subject for today is elections and after the 2016 Presidential election, I’m pretty well done with the whole thing...

In the ‘50s, well before the advent of “women’s lib”, it was the accepted idea that married women should be cont...

Let’s see - way back then - in the 20’s and the 30’s, those dreary Depression years. What did we do without “Sar...

We are all American citizens but many of us were born in other countries, and all of us can trace our roots to other cou...

As we get older, our minds return to younger days and we have time to think about those people and pets we loved or who ...