Dana S Kemp
My claim to be the World’s First Baby Boomer is solidly based on the facts. I was born exactly nine months after my daddy arrived home from World War II. My parents had planned to have a new house, a car, and a baby within the first year he was home and they succeeded.
Fresh from the farm and right out of graduate school in 1969, I moved into my very first apartment in New Orleans. It was right on St. Charles Avenue in Uptown. Carrying my journal and camera, I would ride the streetcar to the Quarter and wish I were an artist as I flirted with the portrait painters on Jackson Square.
In the seventies I saw myself as an independent woman: creating my own style of living, thinking my own unique thoughts, saving myself through my own inner revolution. Looking back now from age 60, I see how influenced I was by the people and events of the times, particularly by the men in my life. My “Baby Boomer” series tells the stories of the times through my personal journey of learning and growing in a world for which I was completely unprepared.

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