Nancy B. Brewer

Ever since I was a little girl something inside me has yearned to walk the streets of old, hear the voices of the past and be an eyewitness to history unfolding. So much so, I have often felt misplaced in this modern world.


My passion for history leads me down the streets of historical sites and forgotten cemeteries along the way. You may have passed me by, seeing me crouched over a stack of books in any given library, as a visitor in a museum or just a shopper in the flea market. I was there, seeing with my emotions and trying to understand the past.