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When I was fifty-six

Standing on the threshold of forty-seven, My entire world was like Jenga, You know the game like giant pixie sticks pull out the wrong one and you are doomed, Mom and I were watching TV, I on the floor at moms feet with Patches, Patches was an orange cat, Patches arrived at my cat hostelContinue reading “When I was fifty-six”

Harmed More

Chapter 1,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/10/03/chapter-1-harmed-more/ Chapter 2,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/healing-smellsch/ Chapter 3,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/09/chapter-3christmas/ Chapter 4, https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/11/verizons-first/ Chapter 5,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/12/25/chapter-5-jolly-holly/

Catholic Charities

If humans ate to survive they would be healthier, However in rural Iowa as other rural areas Father Don and his wife worked for Catholic Charities, Donald Klauke was a dear friend who taught piano at Saint Patrick’s on Waukon,Iowa I was assistant custodian until at thirty-six, Just started my Video Memories Camcorder business. DonContinue reading “Catholic Charities”

Politicians, weathermen and narcississist family members,

One lies for votes, One lies and call it prediction’s, Snow predicted in Quasqueton never fell here that is! Narcississist family members soil other family members good names just to be the the Belle of the ball, Only the weather person with the science advancing has potential in the long run to be of assistance,Continue reading “Politicians, weathermen and narcississist family members,”

Nine Twenty-nine am

Finally reached thirty-two again, November twenty-third, Day before sounds from the past meant memories made, Smells and aroma’s, The table set, Smell of turkey and ham in the oven, Potatoes simmering white and candied, Black olives,green and beet pickles in fancy dishes, Champaign bottles to be opened, Dad bossing because though he spent no timeContinue reading “Nine Twenty-nine am”

Eight O nine

Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazineContinue reading “Eight O nine”

Steaming windows

Its only August seventeenth twenty-twenty-two, To early for steamed windows, The steam still is there, I am proud of twice in my forties being responsible for steamy windows, See unlike young LGBTQ there were no mentors for girls from small Iowa rural towns, I spent a couple.years hoping while carving my pocket knife would slipContinue reading “Steaming windows”

Tippy tippy top girl

Ellen Beth Heike was that girl, Ellen where’s my kid sister, I was always a kid in the ground looking up, Proud my baby sister reach the top, Until you reach the time without me, Sisters are supposed to grow old together, How do you grow old together what is gone, Species life alone leavesContinue reading “Tippy tippy top girl”

Severe Trauma

Witnessing it, Living it, In WWI it was a joke, Called shell shock, In other wars it was a shooting offence, People were called coward! My baby sister was a coward, Ellen paid with her life, Couldn’t stand up for me to our half sister, You’d never call a fireman a coward, Its identified nowContinue reading “Severe Trauma”

Lying noises

When a friend doesn’t get it, It wasn’t an afternoon lark! Gave me PTSD! It was being helpless, Watching a narcississ half sister steal my good name, Corrupt me crippling more then being struck by Linn Morrow’s car, Its hard to circle wagons when attacked by lies of a family member do that half sisterContinue reading “Lying noises”