Hi Mal
It's okay, I understand the purpose of this service finally. Most don't really care about the person behind the names and I wrongly thought otherwise. I see that this is basically a sound-off zone for faceless nameless echoes of indifference and shadowy purpose. Some actually recognize that sometimes, there are real human beings behind these words and to those I am thankful. They know who they are and I guess I truly do not belong among the other. I'm unable to take the rudeness any longer and cannot understand why it persists. I have no problem apologizing to those who might feel my remarks are wrong or hurtful. Those here that do not, well they don't deserve a reply and have forgotten that no one can be right all the time. No names, they know who they are. Ultimately that makes a service like this pointless. I have always tried to bring an air of balance and equality where ever I go but I'm too worn out to care any longer. Like a few good friends and my family have told me, and now I see::: my world of sunshine and daisies doesn't exist in this:::apparently the real world.
I'll go back to what I use to do back where I am from and forget all about the negative and remeber the positive from those here. Minnesota is really pretty this time of year and my family waits. But before I go Mallory, I have to be completely honest. Not that I lied to anyone, but have not told the whole story. I did come from near McGreggor where I met and married my husband. I was born and raised near Winona Minn. My family is not unique I know, with regard to tragedy, and thanks to Fox::: I realize myhistory is unimportant. Thanks to you and couple others I realize it can be. So since the Fox doesn't get me or what I am, perhaps who or what ever he/she really is will like this. I came here with a mission that started with my grandmother. I spent summers with them and several months at a time through the past fifteen years in this town staying with my grandmother. She was amazing and the love we had was more than just a grandaughter and grandmother. I was more like her daughter and she my mother.
She was brilliant and when she died last year, grandpa went to stay with an aunt and uncle in MO. I came here with my husband and a couple other family members to help clear out and repair and sell their house. It has been a long haul and the work is done and the deals completed. I wait here for a week or more for my ride back home. My grandmother was no stranger among these posters and I'm sure there are a couple who didn't like her mind at least:::one bit. But then we get all weepy, well me at least, because even now I find it hard that I went back on my word to her and came among these pages even though she asked me not to a ways back. My grandma is Bea "Rosy" Jensen. She was supposed to live for ever, but she's gone. She wrote and called often about some good people here and told of some real"mental bedbugs" as she called them. The names are still here too. She taught economics for most of her adult life. She rarely lost an argument and she always remained respectful. I'd stack her against anyone here both in kindness, heart, brains, compassion, vocabulary, business sense and pure integrity. The woman didn't waste a second of her life regretting a thing. There were some who didn't like her so much, but everyone respected her.
She use to bake the entire meal at family doings and had litterally hundreds and dozens of hundreds of cook, philosophy, economics, political science, US and world history books, magazines, scrapbooks, old articles and endless indepth bible studies and read them all. She has been published while a teacher and asked to write a book about her life and ideas. She could write a story to tear your heart out. She just despised the idea that Reagan was so reveered or that one person outside of a corporate Billionair liked the slightest thing about him or either Bush.
She told me she spoke often about me but didn't have a clue I'd ever end up here among this town or these pages. She will forgive me. I just had to find out what she was so intrigued about so I got a tower and an account and well here I am. But not for long. This is the tower set up for her and belongs to my uncle that wrote those vile things last week and it goes back to him when I get home. Hubby and I have had words about my even writing here and always felt it was a useless waste of time since not one of us can really do a darned thing about all the rotten things we all detest or like in the first place. he's right as is my best friend who wouldn't give a seconds time to the endless scuttle that goes round and round here.
I won't have access for a while when I get home without some form of tele-connective service and won't even have a tower for a few months either. But I will::: and who knows, perhaps we can chat again. Politics won't be any issues though, I'm fed up with that. Obama has the helm and when he doesn't the history will be what it will be as was every president before him.
My health has always been a problem and as late as three weeks ago I went up home with some of their things and was put in ICU up in Gutenberg with little blood pressure after a dose of Nitro and flat lined within four minutes with unbearable parcardial pain. Thank you for your comments too by the way. I was absent from here for all that time and I don't think my absence was noticed. Please give Fox your sympathies too, it seems he's had a terrible childhood and now a huge prostate.
Later then Mal.
Lucy.
