September 27, 2005

The Road Less Traveled


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.



LOS ANGELES - Author M. Scott Peck, who wrote the best-seller “The Road Less Traveled” and other self-helps, died Sunday. He was 69.

Peck died at his home in Connecticut, longtime friend and Los Angeles publicist Michael Levine said. He had suffered from pancreatic and liver duct cancer.



Dr. Peck was born on May 22, 1936 in New York City, the younger of two sons to David Warner Peck, a prominent lawyer and jurist, and his wife Elizabeth Saville. He married Lily Ho in 1959, and they have three grown children.

Dr. Peck received his B.A. degree magna cum laude from Harvard College in 1958, and his M.D. degree from the Case Western Reserve University School of Medicine in 1963. From 1963 until 1972, he served in the United States Army, resigning from the position of Assistant Chief Psychiatry and Neurology Consultant to the Surgeon General of the Army with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and the Meritorious Service Medal with oak leaf cluster. From 1972 to 1983, Dr. Peck was engaged in the private practice of psychiatry in Litchfield County, Connecticut.

On March 9, 1980 at the age of 43, Dr. Peck was nondenominationally baptized by a Methodist minister in an Episcopalian convent (where he has frequently gone on retreat).

Dr. Peck's first book, The Road Less Traveled, was published by Simon & Schuster in 1978. The book has sold over six million copies to date in North America alone, and has been translated into over 20 languages

In 1984, Dr. Peck and Mrs. Peck met with nine others to establish The Foundation for Community Encouragement, a tax-exempt, nonprofit, public educational foundation, whose mission is to promote and teach the principles of Community. The Foundation (FCE) has seventy selected and trained leaders who conduct workshops for the general public and for organizations as diverse as churches, schools, government agencies, prisons, universities and businesses - throughout the world. Although now both retired from FCE's Board of Directors, the Pecks continue to serve FCE in an "elder" status which represents the rare privilege of being able to give advice without having any responsibility.

As a result of his pioneering community building work, Dr. Peck is the recipient of the 1984 Kaleidoscope Award for Peacemaking and the 1994 Temple International Peace Prize. In 1996 he was also recipient of The Learning, Faith and Freedom Medal from Georgetown University.



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The Soul & God

"I believe that the soul is the deepest part of us. I believe it is the part that God wants us to be. I believe that our souls are not born fully developed and that this world, as Keats put it, is "the vale of soul-making." I think that this is largely a cognitive process, that the ego can try to cognate in harmony with the soul and with what William James called "the unseen order of things." Or it could just ignore it, which is probably what most people do. Reminds me of a quote of Elton Trueblood’s, a famous Quaker, who said that "You can accept Jesus, you can reject Jesus, but you cannot reasonably ignore him." And I think that is what most people do, is to unreasonably ignore him, and God. And then, the ego can be in active battle with God and running away from God. I think that God has a relationship with all of us, in the sense we’re all in relationship with God, but for many people that relationship is one of indifference or it's a running away from relationship. A lot of people run scared. For good reason, as St. Paul said, "It is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the living God."

M. Scott Peck


September 24, 2005

Nothing is Prettier than a butterfly


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Rage!


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.




Rage!

Brain clogging.
Mind bending.
Boiled and pungently saged.

Hair breaking.
Said stippling.
Ulcered and illegally caged.

Life giving.
Eye opening.
Shrieked and bellowing.

Rage.


September 23, 2005

T.G.I.F.

Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

The USPS Muslim Stamp

Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Why does this stamp bother me? Maybe because it is the fanatical muslims...not all.. that the US is fighting in the war against terror. Maybe because it was fanatical muslims who bombed the world trade center. Should the USA be honoring muslim holidays in these political times ? I am not so sure. This stamp came out on September 1st and a friend of mine sent me an email that is now circulating the WWW that it should be boycotted. That Americans should not buy the muslim stamp. I do not think I will be buying it. How many of the 6-7 million are in a sleeper cell?

Here is a small snippet from the USPS postal site as to why America is honoring muslim holiday of EID with a stamp.


"This is a proud moment for the Postal Service, the Muslim community, and Americans in general as we issue a postage stamp to honor and commemorate two important Islamic celebrations," said Azeezaly S. Jaffer, Vice President, Public Affairs and Communications for the Postal Service, who will dedicate the stamp. "The Eid stamp will help us highlight the business, educational and social contributions of the estimated six to seven million Muslims in this country whose cultural heritage has become an integral part of the fabric of this great nation."The Eid stamp commemorates the two most important festivals—or eids—in the Islamic calendar: Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha. On these days, Muslims wish each other "Eid mubarak," the phrase featured in Islamic calligraphy on the stamp. "Eid mubarak" translates literally as "blessed festival," and can be paraphrased as "May your religious holiday be blessed." This phrase can be applied to both Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha.
You can check out the entire article at the US Postal Service.

September 22, 2005

Clinton and Lewinsky Condons


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.



BEIJING — A new line of condoms is grabbing headlines in China even as its sparks a debate about trademark law and promotion campaigns. The products' brand names: "Clinton" and "Lewinsky."

The condoms are sold in boxes of 12, with the brand named after former President Bill Clinton priced at $3.70 and that of former White House intern Monica Lewinsky at $2.25.

Guangzhou Haojian Bioscience Co. said it registered both trademarks and is pricing the brands differently to reflect the higher quality of the Clinton line.

"We chose the name because we think Clinton is a symbol of success and a man of responsibility. And Lewinsky is a woman who dares to love and dares to hate," said Liu Wenhua, the company's general manager.

"We haven't told Clinton about this yet, but maybe you could help us find him," Liu added. "We'd like to tell him how respected he is in China, so we can boost his confidence and help his career."

Liu said he settled on the Clinton name after a year of research sparked by the news that the former president had been named to head an international initiative to combat HIV and AIDS. Some of the other names he considered and rejected included "First Night," "18 Years Old" and "I Miss You." They didn't have the same aura of respectability, he said.

Liu added that because the names were registered with the central government's trademark office, he didn't anticipate any legal problems.

But Zheng Zhangjun, a trademark attorney with the Fengshi law firm in Beijing, said given Clinton's fame and the evident intent to use it for commercial gain, the former president would have a good case to register the name as his own and thus block Liu from using it. The registration process normally takes a few months and costs around $35.

"Just about every foreign company operating in China faces this kind of problem," said Allan Gabor, chairman of the intellectual property rights committee of the American Chamber of Commerce in China. "In some ways, using Clinton and Lewinsky's names is a creative twist on an old story."

In December, China strengthened its judicial interpretation, giving foreigners greater protection against those trying to steal their patents, trademarks and copyrights. But companies and other offended parties need to bring the cases to court, and that's the catch. In Clinton's case, taking that step might only give the company more publicity and undercut the former president's reputation.

"That might be part of a calculated strategy," Gabor said. "I doubt either Clinton or Lewinsky are going to do too much."

Despite Guangzhou's questionable legal standing, advertising and public relations executives said they had to give Liu grudging credit for his strategy. He's offering a product that is in growing demand after China's grudging public acknowledgment in recent years that it has an HIV/AIDS problem.

Even the stodgy state mouthpiece China Daily ran a long article about the company on its front page.

On one point, however, the company may have even crossed China's wooly line on what is acceptable. In another bid to attract attention, the company has included adult jokes and Kama Sutra-style "instructional" drawings in each package. The Guangzhou city government said those are against the law.

Liu said adult jokes, many involving Chinese double entendres, fit with Clinton's image.

"Clinton is not only successful, he's also humorous and loves life," Liu said. "Jokes mean you should love life."

September 20, 2005

Simon Wiesenthal: Dies in Vienna at 96


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.



Simon Wiesenthal Center

Museum of Tolerance

New York Tolerance Center

Simon Wiesenthal: The Man

Simon Wiesenthal was born on December 31, 1908 in Buczacz, in what is now the Lvov Oblast section of the Ukraine. When Wiesenthal's father was killed in World War I, Mrs. Wiesenthal took her family and fled to Vienna for a brief period, returning to Buczacz when she remarried. The young Wiesenthal graduated from the Gymnasium in 1928 and applied for admission to the Polytechnic Institute in Lvov. Turned away because of quota restrictions on Jewish students, he went instead to the Technical University of Prague, from which he received his degree in architectural engineering in 1932.

In 1936, Simon married Cyla Mueller and worked in an architectural office in Lvov. Their life together was happy until 1939 when Germany and Russia signed their "non-aggression" pact and agreed to partition Poland between them; the Russian army soon occupied Lvov, and shortly afterward began the Red purge of Jewish merchants, factory owners and other professionals. In the purge of "bourgeois" elements that followed the Soviet occupation of Lvov Oblast at the beginning of World War II, Wiesenthal's stepfather was arrested by the NKVD (People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs - Soviet Secret Police) and eventually died in prison, his stepbrother was shot, and Wiesenthal himself, forced to close his business, became a mechanic in a bedspring factory. Later he saved himself, his wife, and his mother from deportation to Siberia by bribing an NKVD commissar. When the Germans displaced the Russians in 1941, a former employee of his, then serving the collaborationist Ukrainian Auxiliary police, helped him to escape execution by the Nazis. But he did not escape incarceration. Following initial detention in the Janwska concentration camp just outside Lvov, he and his wife were assigned to the forced labor camp serving the Ostbahn Works, the repair shop for Lvov's Eastern Railroad.

Early in 1942, the Nazi hierarchy formally decided on the "Final Solution" to the "Jewish problem" -- Annihilation. Throughout occupied Europe a terrifying genocide machine was put into operation. In August 1942, Wiesenthal's mother was sent to the Belzec death camp. By September, most of his and his wife's relatives were dead; a total of eighty-nine members of both families perished.

Because his wife's blonde hair gave her a chance of passing as an "Aryan," Wiesenthal made a deal with the Polish underground. In return for detailed charts of railroad junction points made by him for use by saboteurs, his wife was provided with false papers identifying her as "Irene Kowalska," a Pole , and spirited out of the camp in the autumn of 1942. She lived in Warsaw for two years and then worked in the Rhineland as a forced laborer, without her true identity ever being discovered.

With the help of the deputy director, Wiesenthal himself escaped the Ostbahn camp in October 1943, just before the Germans began liquidating all the inmates. In June 1944, he was recaptured and sent back to Janwska where he would almost certainly have been killed had the German eastern front not collapsed under the advancing Red Army. Knowing they would be sent into combat if they had no prisoners to justify their rear-echelon assignment, the SS guards at Janwska decided to keep the few remaining inmates alive. With 34 prisoners out of an original 149,000, the 200 guards joined the general retreat westward, picking up the entire population of the village of Chelmiec along the way to adjust the prisoner-guard ratio.

Very few of the prisoners survived the westward trek through Plaszow, Gross-Rosen and Buchenwald, which ended at Mauthausen in upper Austria. Weighing less than 100 pounds and lying helplessly in a barracks where the stench was so strong that even hardboiled SS guards would not enter, Wiesenthal was barely alive when Mauthausen was liberated by an American armored unit on May 5, 1945.

As soon as his health was sufficiently restored, Wiesenthal began gathering and preparing evidence on Nazi atrocities for the War Crimes Section of the United States Army. After the war, he also worked for the Army's Office of Strategic Services and Counter-Intelligence Corps and headed the Jewish Central Committee of the United States Zone of Austria, a relief and welfare organization. Late in 1945, he and his wife, each of whom had believed the other to be dead, were reunited, and in 1946, their daughter Pauline was born.

The evidence supplied by Wiesenthal was utilized in the American zone war crime trials. When his association with the United States Army ended in 1947, Wiesenthal and thirty volunteers opened the Jewish Historical Documentation Center in Linz, Austria, for the purpose of assembling evidence for future trials. But, as the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union intensified, both sides lost interest in prosecuting Germans, and Wiesenthal's volunteers, succumbing to frustration, drifted away to more ordinary pursuits. In 1954, the office in Linz was closed and its files were given to the Yad Vashem Archives in Israel, except for one - the dossier on Adolf Eichmann, the inconspicuous technocrat who, as chief of the Gestapo's Jewish Department, had supervised the implementation of the "Final Solution."

While continuing his salaried relief and welfare work, including the running of an occupational training school for Hungarian and other Iron Curtain refugees, Wiesenthal never relaxed in his pursuit of the elusive Eichmann who had disappeared at the time of Germany's defeat in World War II. In 1953, Wiesenthal received information that Eichmann was in Argentina from people who had spoken to him there. He passed this information on to Israel through the Israeli embassy in Vienna and in 1954 also informed Nahum Goldmann, but the FBI had received information that Eichmann was in Damascus, Syria. It was not until 1959 that Israel was informed by Germany that Eichmann was in Buenos Aires living under the alias of Ricardo Klement. He was captured there by Israeli agents and brought to Israel for trial. Eichmann was found guilty of mass murder and executed on May 31, 1961.

Encouraged by the capture of Eichmann, Wiesenthal reopened the Jewish Documentation Center, this time in Vienna, and concentrated exclusively on the hunting of war criminals. One of his high priority cases was Karl Silberbauer, the Gestapo officer who arrested Anne Frank, the fourteen year-old German-Jewish girl who was murdered by the Nazis after hiding in an Amsterdam attic for two years. Dutch neo-Nazi propagandists were fairly successful in their attempts to discredit the authenticity of Anne Frank's famous diary until Wiesenthal located Silberbauer, then a police inspector in Austria, in 1963. "Yes," Silberbauer confessed, when confronted, "I arrested Anne Frank."

In October 1966, sixteen SS officers, nine of them found by Wiesenthal, went on trial in Stuttgart, West Germany, for participation in the extermination of Jews in Lvov. High on Wiesenthal's most-wanted list was Franz Stangl, the commandant of the Treblinka and Sobibor concentration camps in Poland. After three years of patient undercover work by Wiesenthal, Stangl was located in Brazil and remanded to West Germany for imprisonment in 1967. He was sentenced to life imprisonment and died in prison.

Wiesenthal's book of memoirs, The Murderers Among Us, was published in 1967. During a visit to the United States to promote the book, Wiesenthal announced that he had found Mrs. Hermine Ryan, nee Braunsteiner, a housewife living in Queens, New York. According to the dossier, Mrs. Ryan had supervised the killings of several hundred children at Majdanek. She was extradited to Germany for trial as a war criminal in 1973 and received life imprisonment.

The Jewish Documentation Center in Vienna is a nondescript, sparsely furnished three-room office with a staff of four, including Wiesenthal. Contrary to belief, Wiesenthal does not usually track down the Nazi fugitives himself. His chief task is gathering and analyzing information. In that work he is aided by a vast, informal, international network of friends, colleagues, and sympathizers, including German World War II veterans, appalled by the horrors they witnessed. He has even received tips from former Nazis with grudges against other former Nazis. A special branch of his Vienna office documents the activities of right-wing groups, neo-Nazis and similar organizations.

Painstakingly, Wiesenthal culls every pertinent document and record he can get and listens to the many personal accounts told him by individual survivors. With an architect's structural acumen, a Talmudist's thoroughness, and a brilliant talent for investigative thinking, he pieces together the most obscure, incomplete, and apparently irrelevant and unconnected data to build cases solid enough to stand up in a court of law. The dossiers are then presented to the appropriate authorities. When, as often happens, they fail to take action, whether from indifference, pro-Nazi sentiment, or some other consideration, Wiesenthal goes to the press and other media, for experience has taught him that publicity and an outraged public opinion are powerful weapons.

The work yet to be done is enormous. Germany's war criminal files contain more than 90,000 names, most of them of people who have never been tried. Thousands of former Nazis, not named in any files, are also known to be at large, often in positions of prominence, throughout Germany. Aside from the cases themselves, there is the tremendous task of persuading authorities and the public that the Nazi Holocaust was massive and pervasive. In the final paragraph of his memoirs, he quotes what an SS corporal told him in 1944: "You would tell the truth [about the death camps] to the people in America. That's right. And you know what would happen, Wiesenthal? They wouldn't believe you. They'd say you were mad. Might even put you into an asylum. How can anyone believe this terrible business - unless he has lived through it?"

Among Mr. Wiesenthal's many honors include decorations from the Austrian and French resistance movements, the Dutch Freedom Medal, the Luxembourg Freedom Medal, the United Nations League for the Help of Refugees Award, the U.S. Congressional Gold Medal presented to him by President Jimmy Carter in 1980, and the French Legion of Honor which he received in 1986. Wiesenthal was a consultant for the motion picture thriller, The Odessa File(Paramount, 1974). The Boys from Brazil (Twentieth Century Fox, 1978), a major motion picture based on Ira Levin's book of the same name, starring Sir Laurence Olivier as Herr Lieberman, a character styled after Wiesenthal.

In 1981, the Wiesenthal Center produced the Academy AwardTM-winning documentary, Genocide, narrated by Elizabeth Taylor and the late Orson Welles, and introduced by Simon Wiesenthal.

Wiesenthal lives in a modest apartment in Vienna and spends his evenings answering letters, studying books and files, and working on his stamp collection. He lived there with his wife Cyla untill her death November 10, 2003.

As is to be expected, Simon Wiesenthal has received numerous anonymous threats and insulting letters. In June 1982, a bomb exploded at the front door of his house causing a great deal of damage. Fortunately, no one was hurt. Since then, his house and office have been guarded by an armed policeman. One German and several Austrian neo-Nazis were arrested for the bombing. The German, who was found to be the main perpetrator, was sentenced to five years in prison.

Wiesenthal is often asked to explain his motives for becoming a Nazi hunter. According to Clyde Farnsworth in the New York Times Magazine (February 2, 1964), Wiesenthal once spent the Sabbath at the home of a former Mauthausen inmate, now a well-to-do jewelry manufacturer. After dinner his host said, "Simon, if you had gone back to building houses, you'd be a millionaire. Why didn't you?" "You're a religious man," replied Wiesenthal. "You believe in God and life after death. I also believe. When we come to the other world and meet the millions of Jews who died in the camps and they ask us, 'What have you done?', there will be many answers. You will say, 'I became a jeweler', Another will say, I have smuggled coffee and American cigarettes', Another will say, 'I built houses', But I will say, 'I didn't forget you'."

Robin Williams' plan for Peace

Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Robin Williams' plan....(Hard to argue with this logic!)I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan."

1..) "The US will apologize to the world for our"interference" in their affairs, past & present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo,Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those 'good ole boys,' We will never "interfere" again.

2..) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany, South Korea, theMiddle East, and the Philippines. They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence.

3...) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of who or where they are..They're illegal!!! France will welcome them.

4..) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!!!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers.

5..) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby.

6..) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include
developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while.

7..) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel! for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.)

8..) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything.

9..) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island some place. We don't need the spies and fairweather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens.

10.) All Americans must go to charm and beautyschool. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer.

The Language we speak isENGLISH.....learnit...or LEAVE.....Now, isn't that a winner of a plan? "The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying' Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.' She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'You want a piece of me?' "

September 19, 2005

The Trouble Tree


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

I got the following in an email today. An email called The Trouble Tree.

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he
had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an
hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused
to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he
invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he
paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both
hands.

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His
face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave
his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my
curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do
earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help having
troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong
in the house with my wife and the children... So I just hang them up on the
tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in
the morning I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come
out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember
hanging up the night before."



I remember wishing when I was small that I had “a trouble tree”. I made do. I made do with me. When you are dealing with a crazy mother as a child, at times your mind makes provisions for you in order to cope. My mind did. I grew a trouble tree in my mind.

My trouble tree had four branches. Those branches grew and enveloped me when my mind could not cope. They blanketed me in forgetfulness, darkness and like an enigma, crept back into the dark recesses of my mind when I was ready to come back to the real world.

The biggest branch had a name, Mrs. Peabody. She was the protector of me. She was me. Older.
Stronger.
Wiser.

The three smaller branches were babies. They were me too. All three. Mrs. Peabody watched over the three mini-me's. All the me's needed protection and protect me they did.



Sometimes I would loose time. I remember going away and then just coming back and it was about 2 weeks later than I last remember. This happened from time to time. I can hear Mrs. Peabody's voice coming from my mouth as I watched as an infant with the other 2. We watched her protect us from the storm that was my mother. She was the shelter against the storm. When the storm was over she would gather us in front of her, just the three of us and talk and teach and tell us it would be okay. She taught us what to do to survive. Mrs. Peabody had a bun, wore glasses and floral clothes. She was warm and comforting. She was love.



What was once five is now one. Integrated. All the personalities are now one.

No longer shattered. No longer splintered.

We are one.

In sync, in one time, one strength.

One.





September 17, 2005

Katrina Hodgepodgery


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.



Recently I had the opportunity to work with some of the Katrina evacuees on their claims with my work. While I was lucky enough not to be sent to a really affected area, the people who I dealt with had been flown or bussed out of NOLA or Mississippi. All had a story to tell me as I processed their claims. It was a hodgepodge of raw emotion. I won't be the same. These are the snapshots of stories that I remember most vividly.

Screwdriver Delivery

A woman came in and waited for about 30 minutes to be seen. We had about 100 evacuees come into the office on the day she came in. Her story was one of a need for medical care. She was pregnant when the storm hit and due any day. In the process of evacuating she went into labor and had no choice but to have her child on the side of the road. On Interstate 10 she was stuck, pregnant , no doctor, no way to get to a doctor and no epidurals. After several hours of labor she had a baby boy. A screw driver was the only tool used to help her deliver the baby. It was used to sever the umbilical cord.

We're Not Going Back!

A woman and her granddaughter came in and said they were not going back to NOLA. The evacuation process was just too much! There were 4 of them who evacuated out of Nola: The daughter who was with me, her daughter who was not there, her elderly mother who was in the hospital and the granddaugter who was there with her when she came to see me.

The daughter said that her elderly mother was in her 60's and in ill health. When they got the order for madatory evacuation 2 days before landfall, they arranged with the city officials to move the mother to the special med center at the superdome. The city apparently had something set up so that the sick and elderly could go there due to their medical conditions. Transportation was to be provided by bus. It was all arranged. Mom and daughter was to go to the superdome by bus. They had tranporrtation to leave but mom was too ill to travel a long journey, so the decision was made just to go to the superdome.

Guess what? The bus never came for them. The nightmare begins there. They called and called the city numbers to pick them up as the storm got closer, but noone ever came. Katrina came. The daughter called the granddaughter and they loaded up in the suv and the 4 of them were able to get to Charity hospital. There they stayed until they evacuated from Charity hospital. The daughter said that her mother was on the 8th floor and when the 18 wheelers finally came to evacuate them, it took 12 men to get her mother out. She said her mother is a large woman and in order to get her mother out, they had to strap her to a backboard and 12 men had to walk her down 8 flights of stairs to get her out.

They evacuated to the airport and then the airport became thetemporary hospital. Soon after that they were evacuated by military planes to the new city they were in now. It took a day to get free of the military plane but by that time her mother's health was going really down. She has been in the hospital ever since. Doing better, but still very ill. Because the daughter is now responsible for her mother, she said it is just too much to go back. Suppose they did and another storm came next summer? They would have to do it all again, so they have decided not to go back.

We Left Our 14 Year Old Son

A man sat down at my desk and he looked very tired. He was missing the tip of his middle finger on his right hand. He said that he had left his 14 year old son in the house and was concerned that he could not get back to check on him. I was alarmed. He must have seen the look on my face and wide eyes and then he said that his son had died when he was 14 and his ashes were left in the house. He said that he was killed in a motorcycle accident at 14. Now that I looked at the man, he was kind of knarly and weathered. He could be a biker dad. He had that sort of hard edge. Rough blond hair pulled back.

He said that he and his wife only expected to be gone for 2 days and come back home. They did not expect all of this. He began to tear up and almost cry as he told me the mantle was about 5 feet or so high but the water was 8 feet or more. His only want was to go back and find his son. He said that if he thought that this was going to happen he never would have left him in the house.

I held his hand and gave him his benefits and wished him luck with finding his son. He said that he heard that water was up to the roof tops in his area and that a lot of homes had washed away. He said he had a heavy heart because he feared his son had washed away too.

I wished him the best and composed myself before the next evacuee came to see me.







September 09, 2005

Whisps of Rememberences


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.


A look back that has not occurred in a long time,
brings secret memories to the front of my mind.
Gone.
Long gone to the great heaven in the sky.
Gone but not forgotten.

Rememberences of the afterglow of passion heated and sweet.
Me, your nubian goddess, laying naked in your sheets.
Me looking as beautiful as a picture lying there..or so you said.

Busy traffic, busy airports, busy crowds, but there you were,
fresh off the plane from foreign lands, seeing only me.
What a spectacle our kisses caused.
We were just happy to be in that place and that time, just to BE.

The best of everything was what I experienced.
Fine dining, fine wine, fine jewels and clothes.
Gifts most memorable, not a trinket in the bunch.
Gifts I still can't part with even today.
Gifts, now treasures, most treasured today.

With them I still have you. With them I will always have you.
You taught me how to love and took the time to teach me how to feel.
We were as one for a very long time, years.
For years you were mine.

Mine, even though you really belonged to another.
Convenience it was. Careers.
Not love or passion or desire.
The love and passion and desire belonged to me.

I still have it. I still feel it. I see it when I look around and see you.
I see you and feel you like it was yesterday.
I loved you.
I love you.
I do.


September 04, 2005

The Legacy of Sharpness


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.







Sharpness filled my grandmother's life.
She could not get away from it.
Knives and cuts from knives.

My grandfather was a violent man.
Domestic violence was his pleasure.
He lived to use his hands.

From what I heard their live together was a dance.
A dance of her running, a dance of him chasing.
Her life was not worth much in his eyes.

He brought sharpness to her life.
The sharpness of knives.
He was a man obsessed with knives.

Mom describes open flesh showing white meat.
Flesh that opened up like butter.
My grandfather cutting, cutting, cutting.

Cuts under breasts, cuts on stomachs,
Cuts on arms, cuts in hands.
Hands grabbing blades slicing thru the air.

Cuts in vaginas. Yes, cuts in vaginas.
Cuts on legs and backs of heels.
Those were the ones made as you ran ahead.

Cuts in throats, yet all survived.
Maimed and scarred for the rest of their lives.
My grandfather was obsessed with knives.

Did I saw WAS? 90 now and still obsessed.
Go to his house and all around.
Knives.

Knives in his bed.
Knives in the wheelchair.
Knives under the matress, on the night stand, inthe bathroom.
Knives everywhere.
We beware, whenever we go there.

Helpless now at 90 but still obsessed.
Fearful now. He says people are trying to get him.
Thus the need for knives.

We have removed them from the house.
Over and over again more appear.
Each one we find more wicked and more sharp than the last.

The knives are endless there.
We never turn our back on him.
90 might mean senility.

90 might mean death for us.
He might knife us while out of his head.
He lives the legacy of sharpness.
It will go with him to the grave.

The legacy of sharpness carried on with him.
When he got a new wife she got her share.
He got from her a hatchett in the back of the head.

The legacy of sharpness dulled a bit after that.
That new wife fought back.
That new wife was his match.

They lived the legacy of sharpess together.

That legacy of sharpness spread to my uncles.
It was what they saw when they were little.
Knives were a way of life.

I remember many stabbings and street fights they were involved in.
Mom had to go to the hospital.
Mom had to take my uncles in at times for them to recuperate.

The legacy of sharpness did not follow my mother.
Other, just as evil, legacies did.
It is what you learn.

Living in the legacy of sharpness.