This book is about the misadventures the author fell into and escaped from starting on a tenant farm in Alabma, growing up in Florida, serving an enlistment in the U. S. Navy, a 30-year career with IBM, consulting in Asia and Africa, teaching in graduate school and writing.
Earnest Brant Mercer
The author was born on a tenant farm in southeastern Alabama in 1932. He migrated with his family in 1935 to central Florida during the height of the Great Depression. After graduation from Auburndale high school in 1950, he served a four year enlistment in Naval Intelligence during the Korean Conflict. Afterwards he earned a Bachelor of Professional Studies and a Master of Business Administration from Pace University of New York.
His career spanned 30 years with IBM Corporation with assignments in Japan, Hong Kong and South Africa. After retiring, he worked as a consultant to U. S. companies in South Africa, Hong Kong, China, Korea and the Czech Republic. He took a position as an adjunct instructor with Webber International University in the Graduate School of Business. He was conferred an honorary Doctor of Business Administration for his work there.
The Misadventures of a Country Boy, recounts the, sometimes humorous, sometimes exciting, sometimes insightful experiences of a boy born on a tenant farm who, over 75 years has lived and/or worked in most cultures of the world, experienced the exigencies of a rapidly changing world. The reader will experience, through the author’s words the fulfillment of a young boy’s dreams and aspirations. The tale, told in anecdotal format will amuse and sometime amaze the reader as the author gets into and out various challenging situations only to finally achieve all that he has sought.
While living in our tenant farm house, my cousin Edith came for a visit. While were playing under the house, she had to pee, so she did. When I saw that she didn't have a "thing" like mine, I was so startled that I nearly knocked myself out on the rafters above. I could not pee without thinking how awful it must be not to have a "thing" like mine. We were three years old.
When Anna Rosenberg, then Assistant Secretary of Defense, visited Yokosuka in 1952, she was appalled at the number of "skivey girls" and their "managers". She ordered the city mayor to "clean up the town so her red-blooded young American servicemen would not be sullied". He complied by borrowing trucks from the Navy, stacking in all the "skivey girls" and "managers" he could round up and hauling them out of town, while the entire Navy contingent cheered and waved from behind the protective fence. Three days later, Ms. Rosenberg left, the "skivey girls" and "managers" came back and the formerly restricted base personnel returned to doing what they were used to doing. Everyone had done his or her job and everyone was happy.