SIDEBAR #54 - Travis Alexander forum

[Dmacky]

Something's just really chapping my hide...........
When does someone's religious views supersede their job description to uphold the laws of the land?
If someone at a fast food joint refused to serve a person because of their moral feelings about race, religion, disability, or sexual preference, they'd be fired.
Protection of freedom and rights for ALL people. Division of church and State.
The people who are claiming to be "oppressed" are actually the "oppressors".
I am so sick of it.
The United States is NOT a theocracy, it's a DEMOCRACY.
Nobody should be applauded for violating the Law of the Land.

This is flat out bigotry and NO ONE should accept it, support it, or tolerate it.
Are we supposed to allow "honor killings" to go un-prosecuted because someone's religious beliefs? Are we supposed to allow polygamy? How about wives as "property", subservience to their husbands? Child brides? How about a "caste" system?

If a person can't perform the duties of their job, ESPECIALLY those in the government sector, they should quit or be terminated.

:gaah:

I am so behind in reading, but AMEN Bernina. :bow:

I am embarrassed to say, but I have NOT been following this very closely at all. She is the county clerk in Morehead Ky. and that is 2 + hours away from me. As you all already know, this hog's been down with horrible back pain for close to a month now.

I remember when I first saw her on the news, I was completely appalled, to say the least. I told my daughter that I hoped to heck people from others states (my SB friends) :wink: don't think that everyone from Ky. thinks like this crazy <modsnip> I remember one morning I was so excited because Matt Lauer was going to be interviewing Joyce Mitchell from jail. I swear he was only about 3 minutes in and then "BREAKING NEWS" KD released from jail.
When I saw her come out with victory arms held up I wanted to uke:
Then they flashed the camera over to a man, that I can only describe as someone right off the HEE HAW set. I am assuming that was her 4th husband?

First of all, let me be VERY clear that Kim Davis is an embarrassment to my home State, as well as my state of mind and my mental state :scared:

Against her christian faith and religious freedom my :butthead:
Since she was elected, maybe it's not that easy to remove/fire/dump her from office? :dunno: I think if it was, she would have been fired by now??? She reminds me of the Duggar clan.

Oh and there's no way she's resigning, at least until her book deal is done. :smile: 80k a year = money she is receiving for a job she is not even doing.
Here are a couple of articles about her "family of clerks" I guess she thinks the cc office is a/her family business or company???

I'm sure you super sluethers already know what's in the articles.


http://www.rawstory.com/2015/09/kim...en-hired-her-21-year-old-son/comments/#disqus




http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...ning-order-claiming-violent-man-called-w.html

 

[Dmacky]

Thinking of our beautiful Zuri this morning. Both inside and out!

Missing you sweet girl, please get well soon. :heartbeat:

 

[Nore]

Hi ILIKE, I was in DC. many years ago.I don't think they had the museum then. This book is true written by David Israel. The stories , pictures, are gut wrenching. At one point Nazis took American prisoners out of Stalag and put them in concentration camps. PTSD was "shell shock" in WW11 also. I remember hearing about it very well. They went thru what they saw in their _sleep often. I can remember my husband crying in his sleep after Korea. I would say the Nazis were as bad as ISIS..little children ......I am too emotional , caused my bleeding colitis. I don't think Ican finish the book. My niece and her family visited the museum in DC. I know she will want to read the book.

 

[Bernina]

Zuri is so touched with all the notes I have forwarded, cj, just sent yours .

She is still in the hospital in the process of getting diagnosed they can't figure out what it is yet. She is breathing better this morning.

Using talk to text with lots of grammar errors !

When someone is doing major cleaning with lots of dust..........I tend to think "Hantavirus", but that's just because of Arizona and the breakout of the respiratory virus that hit us hard in 1996. Still bothers me a bit when I see deer mouse droppings out in the feed shed.
Deer mouse are kinda cute, with their white belly's, a LOT bigger than regular house mice. Evey and I found one a few weeks back when we moved some pallets I keep hay on. It moved to the tractor, then to my truck (chewed the heck out of some wiring) and then under a stall mat, where it had babies. Ontos and Quita heard the babies squeaking, drug the mat away (those things weigh about 100 pounds!), and promptly ate them.....it's a wolf thing.

 

[Nore]

Hi AtTheLake,, tell Zuri we all love her and to be a good girl .:genie: we hope to see her home soon.:loveyou:

 

[Bernina]

I am so behind in reading, but AMEN Bernina. :bow:

I am embarrassed to say, but I have NOT been following this very closely at all. She is the county clerk in Morehead Ky. and that is 2 + hours away from me. As you all already know, this hog's been down with horrible back pain for close to a month now.

I remember when I first saw her on the news, I was completely appalled, to say the least. I told my daughter that I hoped to heck people from others states (my SB friends) :wink: don't think that everyone from Ky. thinks like this crazy <modsnip> I remember one morning I was so excited because Matt Lauer was going to be interviewing Joyce Mitchell from jail. I swear he was only about 3 minutes in and then "BREAKING NEWS" KD released from jail.
When I saw her come out with victory arms held up I wanted to uke:
Then they flashed the camera over to a man, that I can only describe as someone right off the HEE HAW set. I am assuming that was her 4th husband?

First of all, let me be VERY clear that Kim Davis is an embarrassment to my home State, as well as my state of mind and my mental state :scared:

Against her christian faith and religious freedom my :butthead:
Since she was elected, maybe it's not that easy to remove/fire/dump her from office? :dunno: I think if it was, she would have been fired by now??? She reminds me of the Duggar clan.

Oh and there's no way she's resigning, at least until her book deal is done. :smile: 80k a year = money she is receiving for a job she is not even doing.
Here are a couple of articles about her "family of clerks" I guess she thinks the cc office is a/her family business or company???

I'm sure you super sluethers already know what's in the articles.


http://www.rawstory.com/2015/09/kim...en-hired-her-21-year-old-son/comments/#disqus




http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...ning-order-claiming-violent-man-called-w.html

Yep, I think her "15 minutes" expired over a week ago.........and it was 15 minutes more than she deserved.

Dmacky, do you live in Kentucky? If that's the case, you're the first Kentuckian I've ever gotten to "know"!

 

[Niner]

Good morning everyone! :wave:

Zuri is so touched with all the notes I have forwarded, cj, just sent yours .

She is still in the hospital in the process of getting diagnosed they can't figure out what it is yet. She is breathing better this morning.

Using talk to text with lots of grammar errors !

What a coincidence?! They can't figure out what is wrong yet... same with my Huz was at least 2 months!!! :gaah: Glad to hear she can breath better! :happydance:

Dmacky - hope you feel BETTER!!! :hug:

Well, we had MORE rain overnight! :great: We sure need it here! It helped with the fires in the Valley Fire (Napa and Calistoga counties, plus 3 other counties!! 70,200 plus acres burned and 4 lives lost... the Butte Fire in Calaveras county was started by telephone/electrical wires hitting a tree - that has burned more than 71,000 acres!! :scared:

Well, a LOT of errands to run today! And now I have Louie on my lap, so I shall end here... :cat:

Later! :seeya:

 

[Niner]

Hi again, I see you all were talking about the Holocaust, but here's an excerpt from my story called "Escape" I wrote down about my mother's and father's experiences during WWII and their escape from Latvia. Here's a part about when the Soviets took over Latvia and the cattle cars taking people away.

The summer of 1940, (my mother was 20 and my father was 23 years old at that time) when Paris was occupied by Nazi Germany&#8217;s armed forces, Latvia was violently seized by the Soviet Union, as was previously agreed in the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact (1939). The occupation was followed by the most severe oppression that Latvia had ever suffered. Within a year, more than 35,000 people were arrested, tortured and shot dead and deported, among them were women, children, infants and the elderly. (Mamma knew quite a few who were deported. One lady survived through those years. When Stalin finally died in 1953, she was finally allowed to come back home to Riga in about 1962, where she lives to this day). Mamma says one time she was walking near the railroad tracks as they were putting the people into the cattle cars. People would throw out notes and she would look around to make sure no one was watching her and put her shoe over the note, and drop her handkerchief and pick up the notes within the handkerchief and tried to deliver the notes to the families that were left behind. She said there was SO many notes that a guard got suspicions and told her to go away or he&#8217;d put her on the train. That&#8217;s was a sign for her to leave! Hundreds of Latvian Army lieutenants, soldiers who had fought for a free Latvia in the 1919-1920 war of freedom against the Germans and the Bolsheviks were either shot dead or otherwise severely punished.

and the migrants escaping Syria and other parts there, reminded me of my mother and father when they escaped Latvia when the Soviets came back in in 1944.

Than, in July of 1944, when most of Latvia had been abandoned by the Germans, a stream of refugees began through the old and stricken capital of Riga, where my Mamma and Tete lived. She said there were endless trains of peasant carts and cattle, and tired people. In the coaches sat women with small children in their arms. In their eyes, one could read horror and despair. They all knew that soon they would have no homeland. In these terrible days, many Latvians tried to grab the last hope and that meant trying to escape to Sweden. They reasoned that, if we must leave our country, so where better to escape to than to Sweden, a country whose culture and hospitality is known to the world. But to complete the plans was very difficult, almost impossible. All posts were under German control, and from them you could only travel in convoys under German surveillance. In the coastal waters German motor torpedo boats are patrolling and the coast is full of batteries of German soldiers.

Alfred Silas, who was working with Mamma at this time, asked her if they wanted to come along with them (him, wife and young son, Uldis). So on October 20, 1944, Mamma, Inta (our older sister) and Tete went from Riga to Ventspils by way of Tukums, Pure, Dizstende, Ugale and finally Ventspils on the coast - catching the last train going west - past Jelgava, where the Soviet Russian planes strafed their train, and they had to lie down in ditches until the planes left; about a little over an hour, she remembers lying in the ditch. It was already night when they had to get back on the train - going through small towns, doesn&#8217;t recall the places - no food - until they reached Tukums; people gave them food and then they traveled through the night to Ventspils, arriving the next afternoon, October 21st.
In Ventspils they all tried to get on a ship going to Germany, but no places were left. It was totally full and ever more people trying to get on. Then the men asked about trying to find some fishermen. At the time all fishermen were told that they had to leave the area 10km from shore. They were told go here, and go there and you will find a boat going to Sweden - but none were ever in the places that they were sent to. Then they were told to go north to the city of Sikrags. One of the men with them, Nulands found a handcart (as railroad men use), and loaded everything they were carrying onto the cart and loaded the kids/women and went north along a small rail line. They found some fishermen going to Sweden who had two boats. They spent the night at one of the fisherman&#8217;s shed. The next day, the 22nd of October, on a beautiful autumn day, our boat leaves our homeland. Tears filled everyone&#8217;s eyes as the boat slowly drifted away from our fatherland&#8217;s coast. There were two fishing boats with fifty refugees on board, most of the people related to each other. The boats were connected by a rope as we wanted to stay together. The wind was only 3-4 meters per second and the seas was relatively calm. But many of the refugees became seasick immediately, my Mamma included, as this was the first time on board a fishing boat. But this was nothing compared to what would happen later, when darkness fell. As their boat was going south in the Baltic, Mamma remembers turning and watching the port city of Ventspils burn. It was being attacked by Russian aircraft, throwing down bombs. You could clearly see the headlight beams of light, bombshell and races and explosions from the air force tracer ammunition. My Mamma and the other women in her boat feel on their knees, praying to God that bombs would not hit the sea and us! Suddenly it became light as day around us &#8211; they had shed light bombs that slowly floated down on us! Until this day, Mamma still wonders how we came out of this alive; out boats must have been visible, both for the patrol motor torpedo boats and for the bomber. But she and the others escaped detection and managed to get through the danger area. And they continued, and headed west &#8211; towards Gotland!

In one boat all the were the refugees and the fishermen and their families in the other. But then the fisherman started drinking and screwed up with the compass, and went too far south to the Lithuanian coast town of Kelaipeda. The fisherman got the right bearings, but then the engine stopped more and more often in the refugee boat, so they hooked up a rope between the boats. Than the wind picked up and we were thrown around, like a giant swing! Then the engine stopped completely on her boat. Than storms cam through and the rope broke and her boat was left helpless to the wind and the seas. After an hour the men managed to re-splice the rope and pair up the boats once again. All through the night, the boats went slowly against the harsh north-westerly wind. The worst thing was that our boat began to leak and water was slowly but steadily penetrating into our boat and on our suitcases and shoes. The men, who had not suffered from sea sickness began to throw the water out of the boat with the baby potties. But when morning came, the storm was making the sea roar. Each wave hitting us resulted in additional water into the boat, and the exhausted men could hardly pour it overboard. Closer to Gotland we sighted three German warships, but they did not see us. During the day, the wind increased and in the afternoon it was almost full storm. Everyone is tired from the fight against the raging storm and in the evening the rope breaks again, but we are too tired to even try to repair it. We see the other boat departing up the crests of the waves, down in the troughs. Our engine has stopped and the water has risen above the engine bed and in the evening it already ripples on our feet. We begin to fear the worst.

Instead of food provisions, the fishermen had left bags of nails and salt. Later on they saw a ship in the distance - sent up a flare, took off their dry shirts and burned them - but were not seen by the ship. On the sea during the night and next day - Soviet aircraft came overhead, but either didn&#8217;t have bombs or were sympathetic to them&#8230;

With no oars, the waves and wind pushed them up towards the north and west towards the Visby coast on the island of Gotland. But then someone in the boat sees on the horizon a flash from a lighthouse! And the boat draws us closer to the light and we want to try to attract attention by setting fire to something, but everything is soaking wet. With difficulty, we gather together some scarves and underwear; drown it in kerosene and set fire to it &#8211; but in vain. At dawn, we see, to our delight, that the wind has turned, and is pushing us towards the coastline. Now with binoculars we can almost certainly say that is is Gotland! The mood is instantly better, but again, a sad chord in our joy &#8211; my older sister, Inta, only six-months old, who became ill during the journey, cannot stand the hardships, and dies. The lighthouse is getting bigger, and we lift a white cloth and try to signal. We are unspeakably happy, when we receive responses from the beach. With a red flag they make it clear to us, to keep to the right of the lighthouse, and men set temporary sail and try to follow the instructions. It almost succeeds and we are literally thrown up to the beach, arriving on the afternoon of October 24th.
Our hopes have not been let down, the men in a small rescue boat are Swedes and we see it immediately when they carry our children and women up on land! Our Swedish saviors help us and once we get inside we are given good, hot coffee and sandwiches. We are happy that we reached our goal!


I have more if you would like...

 

[Nore]

Hi Niner , I can tell you the Americans were not "fond" of the Russian Army way back then .. :maddening:
THe similies are not moving hard to write.

 

[coffeejunkie]

Hey guys!

Just thought I'd pass thru here before turning off the laptop for the night. Watching the first Republican debate and will watch The Donald. Should get interesting! :lol:

I TOTALLY agree with ya, Bernina re Kim Davis!! :gaah: these people actually exist!! :gaah:

Anyway - I was looking thru a new catalog I got in the mail today for Christmas stuff. Just let you know HOW I think - I saw this one, and of course thought of our coffeejunkie!!! LOL!

Later!! :seeya:

Thank you for thinking of me and posting that awesome Christmas Ball :christmastree:

 

[coffeejunkie]

I am so behind in reading, but AMEN Bernina. :bow:

I am embarrassed to say, but I have NOT been following this very closely at all. She is the county clerk in Morehead Ky. and that is 2 + hours away from me. As you all already know, this hog's been down with horrible back pain for close to a month now.

I remember when I first saw her on the news, I was completely appalled, to say the least. I told my daughter that I hoped to heck people from others states (my SB friends) :wink: don't think that everyone from Ky. thinks like this crazy <modsnip> I remember one morning I was so excited because Matt Lauer was going to be interviewing Joyce Mitchell from jail. I swear he was only about 3 minutes in and then "BREAKING NEWS" KD released from jail.
When I saw her come out with victory arms held up I wanted to uke:
Then they flashed the camera over to a man, that I can only describe as someone right off the HEE HAW set. I am assuming that was her 4th husband?

First of all, let me be VERY clear that Kim Davis is an embarrassment to my home State, as well as my state of mind and my mental state :scared:

Against her christian faith and religious freedom my :butthead:
Since she was elected, maybe it's not that easy to remove/fire/dump her from office? :dunno: I think if it was, she would have been fired by now??? She reminds me of the Duggar clan.

Oh and there's no way she's resigning, at least until her book deal is done. :smile: 80k a year = money she is receiving for a job she is not even doing.
Here are a couple of articles about her "family of clerks" I guess she thinks the cc office is a/her family business or company???

I'm sure you super sluethers already know what's in the articles.


http://www.rawstory.com/2015/09/kim...en-hired-her-21-year-old-son/comments/#disqus




http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...ning-order-claiming-violent-man-called-w.html

If you are one of us pulled what she did...we would be FIRED in a heart beat! Have you read her background? Holy Moly!

 

[coffeejunkie]

Yep, I think her "15 minutes" expired over a week ago.........and it was 15 minutes more than she deserved.

Dmacky, do you live in Kentucky? If that's the case, you're the first Kentuckian I've ever gotten to "know"!

LOL love that!! Damcky FIRST KY you go to 'know'...she's a pretty good egg

 

[coffeejunkie]

Hi again, I see you all were talking about the Holocaust, but here's an excerpt from my story called "Escape" I wrote down about my mother's and father's experiences during WWII and their escape from Latvia. Here's a part about when the Soviets took over Latvia and the cattle cars taking people away.

The summer of 1940, (my mother was 20 and my father was 23 years old at that time) when Paris was occupied by Nazi Germany&#8217;s armed forces, Latvia was violently seized by the Soviet Union, as was previously agreed in the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact (1939). The occupation was followed by the most severe oppression that Latvia had ever suffered. Within a year, more than 35,000 people were arrested, tortured and shot dead and deported, among them were women, children, infants and the elderly. (Mamma knew quite a few who were deported. One lady survived through those years. When Stalin finally died in 1953, she was finally allowed to come back home to Riga in about 1962, where she lives to this day). Mamma says one time she was walking near the railroad tracks as they were putting the people into the cattle cars. People would throw out notes and she would look around to make sure no one was watching her and put her shoe over the note, and drop her handkerchief and pick up the notes within the handkerchief and tried to deliver the notes to the families that were left behind. She said there was SO many notes that a guard got suspicions and told her to go away or he&#8217;d put her on the train. That&#8217;s was a sign for her to leave! Hundreds of Latvian Army lieutenants, soldiers who had fought for a free Latvia in the 1919-1920 war of freedom against the Germans and the Bolsheviks were either shot dead or otherwise severely punished.

and the migrants escaping Syria and other parts there, reminded me of my mother and father when they escaped Latvia when the Soviets came back in in 1944.

Than, in July of 1944, when most of Latvia had been abandoned by the Germans, a stream of refugees began through the old and stricken capital of Riga, where my Mamma and Tete lived. She said there were endless trains of peasant carts and cattle, and tired people. In the coaches sat women with small children in their arms. In their eyes, one could read horror and despair. They all knew that soon they would have no homeland. In these terrible days, many Latvians tried to grab the last hope and that meant trying to escape to Sweden. They reasoned that, if we must leave our country, so where better to escape to than to Sweden, a country whose culture and hospitality is known to the world. But to complete the plans was very difficult, almost impossible. All posts were under German control, and from them you could only travel in convoys under German surveillance. In the coastal waters German motor torpedo boats are patrolling and the coast is full of batteries of German soldiers.

Alfred Silas, who was working with Mamma at this time, asked her if they wanted to come along with them (him, wife and young son, Uldis). So on October 20, 1944, Mamma, Inta (our older sister) and Tete went from Riga to Ventspils by way of Tukums, Pure, Dizstende, Ugale and finally Ventspils on the coast - catching the last train going west - past Jelgava, where the Soviet Russian planes strafed their train, and they had to lie down in ditches until the planes left; about a little over an hour, she remembers lying in the ditch. It was already night when they had to get back on the train - going through small towns, doesn&#8217;t recall the places - no food - until they reached Tukums; people gave them food and then they traveled through the night to Ventspils, arriving the next afternoon, October 21st.
In Ventspils they all tried to get on a ship going to Germany, but no places were left. It was totally full and ever more people trying to get on. Then the men asked about trying to find some fishermen. At the time all fishermen were told that they had to leave the area 10km from shore. They were told go here, and go there and you will find a boat going to Sweden - but none were ever in the places that they were sent to. Then they were told to go north to the city of Sikrags. One of the men with them, Nulands found a handcart (as railroad men use), and loaded everything they were carrying onto the cart and loaded the kids/women and went north along a small rail line. They found some fishermen going to Sweden who had two boats. They spent the night at one of the fisherman&#8217;s shed. The next day, the 22nd of October, on a beautiful autumn day, our boat leaves our homeland. Tears filled everyone&#8217;s eyes as the boat slowly drifted away from our fatherland&#8217;s coast. There were two fishing boats with fifty refugees on board, most of the people related to each other. The boats were connected by a rope as we wanted to stay together. The wind was only 3-4 meters per second and the seas was relatively calm. But many of the refugees became seasick immediately, my Mamma included, as this was the first time on board a fishing boat. But this was nothing compared to what would happen later, when darkness fell. As their boat was going south in the Baltic, Mamma remembers turning and watching the port city of Ventspils burn. It was being attacked by Russian aircraft, throwing down bombs. You could clearly see the headlight beams of light, bombshell and races and explosions from the air force tracer ammunition. My Mamma and the other women in her boat feel on their knees, praying to God that bombs would not hit the sea and us! Suddenly it became light as day around us &#8211; they had shed light bombs that slowly floated down on us! Until this day, Mamma still wonders how we came out of this alive; out boats must have been visible, both for the patrol motor torpedo boats and for the bomber. But she and the others escaped detection and managed to get through the danger area. And they continued, and headed west &#8211; towards Gotland!

In one boat all the were the refugees and the fishermen and their families in the other. But then the fisherman started drinking and screwed up with the compass, and went too far south to the Lithuanian coast town of Kelaipeda. The fisherman got the right bearings, but then the engine stopped more and more often in the refugee boat, so they hooked up a rope between the boats. Than the wind picked up and we were thrown around, like a giant swing! Then the engine stopped completely on her boat. Than storms cam through and the rope broke and her boat was left helpless to the wind and the seas. After an hour the men managed to re-splice the rope and pair up the boats once again. All through the night, the boats went slowly against the harsh north-westerly wind. The worst thing was that our boat began to leak and water was slowly but steadily penetrating into our boat and on our suitcases and shoes. The men, who had not suffered from sea sickness began to throw the water out of the boat with the baby potties. But when morning came, the storm was making the sea roar. Each wave hitting us resulted in additional water into the boat, and the exhausted men could hardly pour it overboard. Closer to Gotland we sighted three German warships, but they did not see us. During the day, the wind increased and in the afternoon it was almost full storm. Everyone is tired from the fight against the raging storm and in the evening the rope breaks again, but we are too tired to even try to repair it. We see the other boat departing up the crests of the waves, down in the troughs. Our engine has stopped and the water has risen above the engine bed and in the evening it already ripples on our feet. We begin to fear the worst.

Instead of food provisions, the fishermen had left bags of nails and salt. Later on they saw a ship in the distance - sent up a flare, took off their dry shirts and burned them - but were not seen by the ship. On the sea during the night and next day - Soviet aircraft came overhead, but either didn&#8217;t have bombs or were sympathetic to them&#8230;

With no oars, the waves and wind pushed them up towards the north and west towards the Visby coast on the island of Gotland. But then someone in the boat sees on the horizon a flash from a lighthouse! And the boat draws us closer to the light and we want to try to attract attention by setting fire to something, but everything is soaking wet. With difficulty, we gather together some scarves and underwear; drown it in kerosene and set fire to it &#8211; but in vain. At dawn, we see, to our delight, that the wind has turned, and is pushing us towards the coastline. Now with binoculars we can almost certainly say that is is Gotland! The mood is instantly better, but again, a sad chord in our joy &#8211; my older sister, Inta, only six-months old, who became ill during the journey, cannot stand the hardships, and dies. The lighthouse is getting bigger, and we lift a white cloth and try to signal. We are unspeakably happy, when we receive responses from the beach. With a red flag they make it clear to us, to keep to the right of the lighthouse, and men set temporary sail and try to follow the instructions. It almost succeeds and we are literally thrown up to the beach, arriving on the afternoon of October 24th.
Our hopes have not been let down, the men in a small rescue boat are Swedes and we see it immediately when they carry our children and women up on land! Our Swedish saviors help us and once we get inside we are given good, hot coffee and sandwiches. We are happy that we reached our goal!


I have more if you would like...

Oh please, tell more... I enjoyed reading this very much

 

[Ricki]

Hi all. I am on a break at work and just heard that Zuri is in the hospital. Please send her my love and well wishes. I am praying for her speedy recovery and wisdom for her doctors to figure this out.

Hope you are all fine.


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[Spellbound]

Zuri is so touched with all the notes I have forwarded, cj, just sent yours .

She is still in the hospital in the process of getting diagnosed they can't figure out what it is yet. She is breathing better this morning.

Using talk to text with lots of grammar errors !

Goodness, they still don't know what is wrong with our Zuri? That is so hard, the not knowing. I am glad she is a wee bit better, but we want her home. I do hope she is well very soon. Hugs for you, Zuri. You be a good one and don't worry ... the WS bus will stop at your home and help you out before we move on to the next detour. Luv you!.,

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SBM...

yes please,, Niner. And the rest of the story is ...... ? What an amazing account you have shared. Sad about the little sister, though. I am very sorry.

 

[GigiG]

Niner, I'm so grateful that you took the time to write all that down. First-person accounts are so important. As memories fade and people die off, it's so easy for their stories to become diluted or forgotten altogether. With each new generation, there will be less and less detail of what actually happened. I worry that the horror (and cautionary tales) of that awful chapter in our history will become diminished over time. We as a people should never forget.

Your story is very compelling. So incredible -- almost hard to believe -- except that we already know all too well that it's all true! Please share more if you feel able.

 

[Bernina]

.........more Jingles in Zuri's direction!

 

[Susza]

.........more Jingles in Zuri's direction!

Yes, Bernina, let's send her endless jingles. I can't stop thinking of her, hoping the docs will quickly find out the problem she has and find the treatment that will heal her.
I so much hope she accepts to relax, to give time time and allows the others to take best care of her.

 

[GigiG]

Yes, Bernina, let's send her endless jingles. I can't stop thinking of her, hoping the docs will quickly find out the problem she has and find the treatment that will heal her.
I so much hope she accepts to relax, to give time time and allows the others to take best care of her.

I so agree. As hard as it is for us as we anxiously wait for some good news, it must be extremely hard for Zuri as she deals with what she's going through; both the awful symptoms and the tedious wait for a diagnosis. My heart goes out to her. I hope she can feel the positive vibrations from all of us here, and that those vibrations will help her get well soon.

 

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Hi ILIKE, I was in DC. many years ago.I don't think they had the museum then. This book is true written by David Israel. The stories , pictures, are gut wrenching. At one point Nazis took American prisoners out of Stalag and put them in concentration camps. PTSD was "shell shock" in WW11 also. I remember hearing about it very well. They went thru what they saw in their _sleep often. I can remember my husband crying in his sleep after Korea. I would say the Nazis were as bad as ISIS..little children ......I am too emotional , caused my bleeding colitis. I don't think Ican finish the book. My niece and her family visited the museum in DC. I know she will want to read the book.

When was your husband in Korea? My father was there in 1950. He said it was brutally cold, and they went hungry at times. One time they air dropped supplies and it was nothing but peanut butter. We grew up not having any in our house.


The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom is a wonderful book. She was the age of my grandma Cora.

http://www.biography.com/people/corrie-ten-boom-21358155




Many might not know that there is a connection between Hitler and Saddam Hussein.

www.tellthechildrenthetruth.com