Remember My Name

By AUSTIN CUNNINGHAM

"My story must be told,

Must remain in constant memory

So my daughters won't cry my tears,

Or follow my tortured legacy ...

Love ain't a tricky thing if it's coming

From a healthy place ...

Maybe I should have loved him a little less ...

Maybe I should have not believed he'd

Never hit me again;

All those maybes will not bring me back again."

That's a prose poem by a dying woman and I've taken liberties in compressing the words of a final victim of domestic violence -- repetitive, relentless, domestic violence, a war between the sexes. We're aware of its presence, going on behind those walls we walk by, drive by every day. Maybe we're tired of hearing about it, bored by it because of its propinquity (nearness). Behind expensive walls but mostly behind dirty, littered walls. It's as old as Genesis but as current as the next 15 minutes, a strong body beating on a weaker body with fists, furniture, whatever's handy. The reasons are multiple, no single pattern. A man (most often) with the self control of a child. In his mindless fury taking his revenge on adults like those others who may have abused him when he was weak, helpless and tiny.

Elder Abuse is Everyones Problem:

Excerpt from Paradise Costs



A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.



?What food might it contain?? the mouse wondered.

He became frightened and devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.



Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning to all: ?There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!?



The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head, and said, ?Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.?



The mouse scurried to the pig and told him, ?There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!?



The pig sympathized, but said, ?I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it. I?d be very careful if I were you, but it?s no threat to me.?



The mouse turned to the cow and said, ?There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!?



The cow sighed and said, ?Wow, Mr. Mouse. I?m sorry for you, but it?s no skin off my nose.?



So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer?s mousetrap alone.



That very night, a sound was heard throughout the house the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.



The farmer?s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was

a venomous snake whose tail had caught the trap.



The snake bit the farmer?s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.



Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup?s main ingredient: chicken.



But his wife?s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. to feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.



The farmer?s wife did not get well; she died. Many people came to her funeral to share the farmer?s pain. To provide enough food for all of the mourners, the farmer slaughtered the cow.



The mouse looked out on it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. All of his barnyard friends were gone, and he was all alone.



He sniffled and choked back tears, thinking, ?I tried so hard to warn them, and they wouldn?t listen.?



Perhaps next time you hear someone is facing a problem And, you think it doesn?t concern you, you?ll remember:



When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

Lao Tsu

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.

Watch your words, for they become actions.

Watch your actions, for they become habits.

Watch your habits, for they become character.

Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

What Depression Takes Away- Poetry-

What Depression Takes Away

Bright eyes, Smiling face, Where have they gone?
It left no trace.
Uninhabited holes, A smile never true,
You wouldn't believe it,
Unless it were you.

Every day is a struggle. Each new breath is more painful than the last.
Your body, every single muscle, bone, tissue and vessel aches for freedom. Freedom from this nightmare.

Pain comes with every movement. Just forcing yourself up from your never restful slumber hurts your being, your very existence.

Words seem like never ending stories.

Each word has to be painfully processed, through the worn down passages of your mind.

When is finally reaches the end, you have somehow passed by all the other words.

Leaving you with a fragment of the story - never to be re-told.

by : A Lily Or A Rose?

WHAT TO DO IF A NUCLEAR DISASTER IS IMMINENT!

by Pamele Geller of Atlas Shrugs

This guide was purposely designed with the sober realization that the overwhelming majority of our fellow Americans would not be compelled to read such a guide until a nuclear crisis was imminent and, unfortunately, their preparation options and time to prepare then would be very limited. www.ki4u.com and other survival equipment suppliers will again be quickly sold-out, as all were after 9/11. This guide then will be the best/only help that we can offer. If you are fortunate enough to be exploring your family preparation needs and options before such a future national crisis, there is much more that you can and should do now to insure that they are even better prepared.

"A prudent man foresees the difficulties ahead and prepares for them;the simpleton goes blindly on and suffers the consequences." - Proverbs 22:3

Tears Are Like Raindrops

Michael writes on 12-16-2007:

Tears like raindrops

tears like raindrops
fill my face
memories of unspeakable
acts done to me

the pleasent times
are lost among the
thorns and prickers
that poke and scrape me

Tears fill my face
like raindrops
as they fall in
the here and now

a place I rarely
stayed, but now
it is safe enough
to wonder freely

Tears like raindrops
dried on my face
as I look out my
window and see today

Michael Joseph

Que Sera, Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own.
They ask their mother,
What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.
Que sera, sera.

posted by Kathleen Riley

What a Long Strange Trip it`s Been

"Knocked down! It gets to wearing thin!" I guess I never really understood Garcia`s words back then. Yea, I was young, dumb and "God bless America!"

But I didn`t leave America, America left me! I guess, at times, I would brag that I fought for this country. And no one ever said "thanks." No one! Do you know what it is like to come home from a war and have people treat you like you did something wrong? Like you just got out of prison?

In the Nam for less than a week and I realized that everyone lied to us! Nixon, the Joint Chiefs, Hague, Westmoreland...... OK, I buried that! Gone, except in my memories! (God, I hope I develop Alzheimer`s)

But, man, Mom! Mom! What is this Guardianship Crap Like Viet Nam...... Iraq....it is a lie! A frigging lie! But this lie didn`t destroy foreign villages, women and children! This lie destroyed my Mother and what was left of my family! I forgave for Viet Nam but I will never forgive this! Ever!

The North Vietnamese never stole from me. They never raped my mother! They never made her cry! They never did anything to my family........ but the American government did all of the above!

Willy

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Ray said...

A train my life is

On the rails of time

Never knowing when or why

The last stop will be....

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When the tracks end suddenly

Stop and breathe the view....

The Two Wolves: A Cherokee Story About Native Wisdom.

Courtesy of Sonia Revised from 5-12-07

"THE TWO WOLVES": A CHEROKEE?S STORY ABOUT NATIVE WISDOM.-

I read this story for the first time a few years ago on True Nature, Jenny?s blog, and now I want to share with you all this amazing Native Wisdom?s Story.
..........
A Grandfather from the Cherokee Nation was talking with his grandson.

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy."It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves."

"One wolf is evil and ugly: He is anger, envy, war, greed, self-pity, sorrow, regret, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, selfishness and arrogance."

"The other wolf is beautiful and good: He is friendly, joyful, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, justice, fairness, empathy, generosity, true, compassion, gratitude, and deep VISION."

"This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other human as well.

"The grandson paused in deep reflection because of what his grandfather had just said.

Then he finally cried out; "Oyee! Grandfather, which wolf will win?"

The elder Cherokee replied, "The wolf that you feed."

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Happy Father's Day , Dad

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Happy Father's Day Dad

I think that our time together was too short, If I only could I would do so many things with you How you loved to fish and I didn't like to go fishing with you because it seemed too much like work, but we sure liked the fish fries when you got back.

We woke up every Saturday morning to the sounds of you playing the violin, and at times we thought you were selfish, but you knew right from wrong and there was no compromising for you , ever.

You gave the best years of your life to public service and to your country, but I will never forget when you made the impassioned plea in the parking lot of the Sheriff Dept because you wanted to see your wife of 58 years more than you wanted anything in life and how Sheriff just shrugged his shoulders.

I can still feel your pain after your hunger strike , you just wanted to die if you could not see your wife , so we drove you the 10 hours to Winter Haven, Florida .

I remember the twinkle in your eye , thinking you would see Clara again and look into her eyes one more time only to have the Winter Haven Police Dept say that Mr. Willam Hart and Adalberto Fernandez had said that you were not welcomed in Winter Haven and that you better leave town, how you passed out in the back seat .

Dad , after giving so much , how you died of a broken heart.

But then again you never said life was fair!

Love you Dad , you will always be my hero !

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Happy Birthday, Mom !

..............Happy Birthday, Mom

You just turned 88 years old. I went to your grave, today,but you weren`t there! In a strange way, I guess, my emailing of friends about you is, really, all I have! And, of all people,you know that I was never a Mama`s boy!

Mom, you always told me to "never cry!" Or, you said, "if you must cry, well...... don`t let them see you!"

Mom, for three and a half years I watched you cry! It is amemory, from which, I will never escape!

Mom, I have made some good friends in my crusade for your justice! And I have, also, made some enemies!

But Mom, the good friends outnumber the enemies ten to one!

Happy Birthday, Mom! You just go to sleep next to Dad now, OK?I will be there, I promise! And I will never stop telling people what an abortion of justice did to you, my Mom!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

William Roberts

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Dear Willy;

Thank you for sharing with us such an intimate special moment;

I want you to know that Kay Roberts lives , she lives through you, every breath you take William Roberts ;

Kay is with you, and and with everyone of us through your many friends all through out this once great "Land of the Free" from sea to shining sea, from Washington D.C. to Key West, the love that Kay Roberts shared will live forever in our hearts, and if Kay Roberts has a message for you Willy is only to tell you how proud she is of you.

From the time that she joined the army and served on Gen.Eisenhower's staff before the Normandy invasion to the time she was railroaded by the system that was supposed to protect her, what a honor it is for you to carry this fight forward and bear the Roberts name.

Kay Roberts you are a Real American Hero! Thank you for leaving us the legacy of freedom and thank you for leaving a piece of you behind.

The Incredible Story of Zephaniah Kingsly Part 2

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Sir William Johnstone and Lady Catherine Melville were the maternal grandfather of ZEPHANIAH KINGSLEY.

About 1285, Sir John De Johnstone bestowed on the monastery of Solbray "The Manor if not the Advowson" of the church of the church of Johnstone and corfirmed his father Hugo De Johnst ,"OUNCE GIFT OF LANDS IN HADDINGTON, "

Isabella Johstone,married Zephaniah Kingsley, an Englishman from Westmoreland, in Scotland. The Kingsly's first six children were born in England and Scotland. Zephaniah the subject of this research was born in Scotland on December 4, 1765

In 1773, The Kingsly with their 8 years old son,Zephaniah, settled in Charleston,South Carolina.

The Kingsly prospered in South Carolina a prosperous ,sophisticated cosmopolitan city with an active port.

On November 21,1774, the ship Brittania under Captain Samuel Ball arrived at Charleston from London having on board seven cases of tea, subject to tax. Three of these were consigned to Kingsly, There was a period of great turmoil in Charleston and eventually Zephanias Kingsly worked his way to Florida.

During a voyage to Africa as a navigator , Zephanias lost his wife and on a subsequent trip to Africa he married Anna Maadgigene Jai, an African woman.Later commentators described her as an "African Princess."

Zephanias settled in San Agustine on November 26,1803 paying 5,300 dollars for a property of 2,600 acres called Laurel Grove.

He brought with him 50 Africans and started trading with the Indians.Meanwhile Zephanias had transformed his property by the San Juan River that was called Fort George.

Zephanias built an enclave and begun buying slaves which he would observe to determine what inclinations and especial abilities they possessed . He would then teach them highly skilled trades and teach them to speak languages, so successfully was this experiment that "Kingsly Niggers." as they were called were highly coveted in all the south of the Unites States and brought up to ten times the price of a normal slave in the open market.

The first slaves were introduced to Florida by Ponce De Leon, however Zephanias did not differentiate between the races and treated his slaves like family, even insisting when he traded them off that they would be able to buy their freedom after a certain time.

IN 1804 Florida had a population of 4,445 out which 2,300 were African slaves.In 1821 Florida came to be American Territory, by then Kingsly's wife and their children were in control of several plantations that he deeded over to his family.However the American authorities had problems with the administration of the plantations, new laws blocked people of color from owning property and things begun to get more difficult until they ran Zephanias off and confiscated his properties.

Fonchi Lockward a Newspaper columnist writes: Some titles to land that belonged to Zephanias were not recognized by the Uites States Government when they took over Florida, but even then it is recognized that his holdings included 915 acres by Rio San Juan,2,300 acres in Twelve Miles Swamp,2,000 acres in Drayton Island,1,500 acres to the south of River Santa Maria,300 acres in Saw Mill creek,150 acres in Saint John Bluff..

Historian Jose Augusto Puig notes that Kingley immigration took place between 1837 and 1840 , taking with him 53 people which settled in Puerto Plata,Cabarete ,Sosua. Kingsly entourage consisted of three wives,eight (8) children a number of servants and 42 slaves.

In1842 he would write" My colony in Cabarete is doing well, you should see how happy the human race can be in a beautiful place living in harmony ,it is a beautiful place, about 30 miles from Puerto Plata, the land is very fertile we have built windmills, roads I can't wait to build a school there"

Kingsly now used his established ship transport routes to ship oranges and built a prosperous business there in orange groves, in time he became owner of most of Puerto PLata and surrounding lands.

"After his death his heirs continued to live in his properties in Florida and Puerto Plata as a sort of guests, even today is not easy to obtain property rights for his heirs in the tribunals, the property rights that were denied his heirs.

"Maybe nobody will ever try and maybe even if they try they will not succeed, but maybe one day preferably on the North Coast, someone would recover a piece of land in honor of the memory of that indomitable man, lover of freedom and equality of the races that was called Zephanias Kingsly."

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