Way Back When....1978. The Year Grandmother Died. In Jones Town, South America, With 909 Others.

Back In Time, Stories To Be Written, How It Was, Way Back When....1978. The Year Grandmother Died. In Jones Town, South America, With 909 Others.

Parents , brothers, when time for family meant a lot. My childhood, was spent on the road, at the houses of the uncles, the aunts, playing with their kids. 

Aleane Angel, Starr Bright, Souls Lost, Games With Devils, Movies Made. Treats. Easter Eggs, Eggs To Fires, Babes, Chicks, Bitches, To Be Born. Rebirths And Birthdays, Daily.

Evergreen something, have the pictures of the headstones for 909 folks that died that year. 

Parents , brothers, when time for family meant a lot. My childhood, was spent on the road, at the houses of the uncles, the aunts, playing with their kids. 

Tricks traders, dicks, dawgs, bitches in heat, monkeys in pack, monkeys to dodge. Blasts From The Past, History To Note, Not News Today, Pages To Books.Circles,Clocks Turns.Smooching Frogs: Dicks, Dawgs 2.Wars and battles, live and learn, birds and bees singing songs.Angel Heart, Aleane Angel, Starr Bright, Souls Lost, Games With Devils, Movies Made. Treats. Easter Eggs, Eggs To Fires, Babes, Chicks, Bitches, To Be Born. Rebirths And Birthdays, Daily.

Love the shot, love the message, love that Betty Boop, girl of the fifities . Hard to say, before my time, trouble to watch, angels on earth. Earth angels, veterans with skills, sisters in colors, sisters in shades of goodness, peace, and joy and happiness, coins to flip, walking on sunshine. Happy Dazes, lovers and haters, history to share, March madness in the month of April. More madness, views and and noses, lots of layers of shit, dung, and fecal matters. Views and noses, online history, not news today. Pages to turn.

Good Times, Lessons Learned Back In Time: Blasts To The History Notes

Love to write, the stories that I was never told, no one to ask, they are all dead. So what I heard, and what I made up, to fill in the blanks. 

The Lesser of Two Evils: The Burning of Children Instead of Paper.Pages To Books. Parents , brothers, when time for family meant a lot. My childhood, was spent on the road, at the houses of the uncles, the aunts, playing with their kids. 

I could tell you the stores of stories that I have in my head, of the good time, the dances in the rain, going to church, by the car loads. Those were the days. 

I have a dream, to start over again, to go around the bend, doors and windows open, to help, to assist , and to train, how to be a better person. Everyday. 

Love to write, the stories that I was never told, no one to ask, they are all dead. So what I heard, and what I made up, to fill in the blanks. 

Nurses, Nuns, Needy Freaks And Frogs, Hats And Horns,Sheep And Goat Tales, Love, Hate, Lessons. Coins To Flip. A TIMELESS ESCAPE.USMC. NEW YEAR, NEW YOU! Welcome. Just wait and see what it has in reserve for you…

'I'M SORRY, DID I ROLL MY EYES OUT LOUD?Here's To Our Past, And Presents(s) Always. Seasons Of Joys, Pains, Dances In The Rain, Birds, Bees, Bugs, Counting Heads.Wales on the land, hogs, pigs, cows, faces under the surfaces, knights to spare.

Love to write, the stories that I was never told, no one to ask, they are all dead. So what I heard, and what I made up, to fill in the blanks.

Good Times, Lessons Learned Back In Time: Blasts To The History NotesI was time for the holiday, Thanksgiving 1978, Wednesday was the day, that I saw the news. Was at sick bay, trying to get off work early, and the flash of dead bodies all over the ground. Not sure, without checking the day of the week, 18th fell on. 

Grandmother, Mary Jane Hardaway Bailey died, Mary Jane Bailey, on the grave markers in Hawyard graveyard. Have to check the spelling on the graveyard. Evergreen something, have the pictures of the headstones for 909 folks that died that year. 

Thanks for a view in a world gone, lots of tales to share, loved the shot. Love the Indians, the Blackfeet, the Cheekees, the Hopi, the Indian, Harry Riverbottom, rainbow people, to gather every year, here and there, hard to say where. Blasts to the past, blasts to the glory dazes done, horses to run, guns, battles, and wars, how the west was won. Views to share, or not, who cares, no much pay, in views that others have, or not. I could be wrong about that, for you. Cheers, chaps, for the veterans, battles and wars won, rites to stand tall, over time, over space, history, not news.

King, knight, son to shine, take the time, to call or reply back, lots of love, lots of luck, lots of tests over time, with a friend, like you. Time to stand, time to take the walk, the drive, the boat on the roads to met, today, tomorrow, on the weekend? On the beach, walks to the mountains, to climb, birds to fly, glory dazes to come.God is light, god is love, god is here daily, in all the things that you can see, hope is hoping

Want to start today, this week, this month. Dates to start, like in the old days, have never had that. Dates. For so long. Have a son, that wants to start being on his own. He is in school, and living in a house with other men, older than him, stuck on slow, or simple, is what I think about the other people.Let the rope games begin Lots to talk about. I am in a happy place now Facebook friends and I give it all to Glory! Let us all have a terrific day, every day, all the time. Lots of light in the world to share.