Have been writing about the folks, the family, the stories told, and untold, until now. Little lost in time, have books to write, hope and pray, I could use a little help. Got the questions from storyworth, going to print over there, it is a matter of time.
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.
1978, Grats to grad, High School, Coleman, Texas, class of 80 students,6 were black. Cheers a new life to start.
Went to boot camp, flew from Los Angeles to Charleston , South Caroline, rode the bus the rest of the way. Buses of women, bussed to Perris Island, to become Marines.
I 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.
Holiday plans for the 4th of July, going to the beach, for the parade in Oceanside, Ca. 3rd time to go. Have an old guy, I met, and have saw him both times, 2023, 2024, and 2025, hope to see him again. Nice to know, one guy there. Rudy. 95, 96, and soon to be 97. Cheers and Chaps, the good life, to live long, and to live well.
Grandmother, Mary Jane Hardaway Bailey died, Mary Jane Bailey, on the grave markers in Hawyard graveyard. Have to check the spelling on the graveyard.
Do not pass up a single day without doing a mitzvah...."Small children won't let you sleep, bigger children won't let you live." ~ Yiddish...Seriously, ..I know that feeling . Imagine that, Huh .
Time and time again, I think about you, Debra Bailey, Deborah Calip, the daughter that tore down her father's house, so she could build her dream house, instead of replacing it, because she hated the old one.
That's an excellent sentiment! Celebrating the achievements and contributions of disabled Marine veterans, especially those working to establish and operate a nonprofit for transitional housing, is a truly meaningful endeavor.
Here are some ideas on how to celebrate, acknowledge, and support these deserving individuals and their efforts, keeping the spirit of "Waves Made, Head Counts" and their undeniable impact in mind:
Celebrating the individuals
- Host a recognition event: Organize a formal or informal gathering to specifically honor the disabled Marine veterans involved in the nonprofit. Consider inviting community leaders, elected officials, and other veterans' organizations to highlight their dedication and impact.
- Share their stories: Help tell their individual and collective stories of service, resilience, and commitment to the veteran community. This can be done through local media, social media campaigns, or even a dedicated website section.
Earth Angels.Waves to be made, stories to be written, books to sell, how it was, how it is, and how it will change. Crazy for a fee, sinner, saint, story teller, the views to share.
Senior Sister, Deborah Calip, when she decided, the dream house she build after, she tore down her father's house. No friends, in the middle of nowhere, and no family to come and see what you did. Took all the good times, with Walter Richard Bailey, created for his 8 other kids.
Instead, you took that away, lied about dad wanted you to build on the land, the shit you can tell yourself, that no one believe. You want it? Buy it from me. If not shut up. Keep your negativity to yourself and it has never been a nightmare.Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
Time and time again, I think about you, Debra Bailey, Deborah Calip, the daughter that tore down her father's house, so she could build her dream house, instead of replacing it, because she hated the old one.
Is it bad, is it wrong, is it done to make you feel bad, not it is the truth, the way I saw it. Unhappy now because no one visit. No friends in the country , in the middle of no where, kids won't visit because of Keith. The dark spot in your life, sitting around the house, getting fatter. Nice. Not.
Fairy tale, girl in red hood.Do not correct a fool, or he will hate you. Correct a wise man and he will appreciate you.'Breaking the Silence: To Understand Normal Thinking!
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Over The Decades:Paths To Cross,Roads Traveled. Family and Friends Y'all have a blessed day. Ain't nobody's business if I do:
Don't use your energy to worry.
Do not pass up a single day without doing a mitzvah...."Small children won't let you sleep, bigger children won't let you live." ~ Yiddish..Seriously, ..I know that feeling . Imagine that, Huh Don't use your energy to worry.
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