(Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

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A listing and access link to all:
song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;

poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and

essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,

all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site.

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

Sharon could not make it - I am convinced of that.  For whatever reason, the "damage was done," and "bless her heart," she will live out a sad, but most disturbing to me - lonely existence.

Until you travel back through time and experience the pain from the perspective of an adult - 40 years later - the difficulty of this tragedy is nothing but an old dream that you had - way, way back in time - nothing more, for it has been removed and is just a "numbness" of the heart - you might consider it "a survival tool."

Sharon just did not have the foundation to analyze what was going on with her, sorting through the complex emotions, and reaching a "decision of choice" to carry on as best she could - she was just too young, and dependent upon others (Mother and Dad) for her identity - so, her independence of self just never developed.  She became the rider, instead of the driver. I was the rider, too - until I had to climb into the driver's seat in order to survive.

This very, very difficult expressions put into a storytelling fashion, as I have done in "Another Funeral: Youth Burying its Own" and "A Message to the Common, Ordinary Man" is intended to deal with very complex issues in a simple story by taking each, and literally following a more difficult course of explanation - without the reader being aware of it happening.  That is what I am doing in these articles.  You would have to look very closely in order to detect the manipulation of words that I have done, often, in these articles.

It is my belief that by telling these stories in an interesting approach that I can retain the interest of a young teenager with such a short attention span.

And, for those themes that are missed - the papers can be re-visited in order to learn more of what I am writing about - and, how they might realize that they do have a choice to make. And, it is their choice to make.  And, they can carry on with life - not death.

These themes of "hope" are twisted and intertwined with despair, worthlessness, and hopelessness - the same as they would be in real life.  That is where the confusion comes in for these young folks - hope conflicts with despair.

You cannot speak the truth to these young (they "see right through you") unless your credibility through experiencing their same pain is, in fact, believable, as well as, true, to them.  Otherwise, they will see you for what you are - a liar.

These stories are written in a style that is meant for them - not me, not daughters (except in terms of  learning who it is that you want to sleep next to you.); but, for these boys that look OK on the outside, but are dying on the inside - right in front of their parents' noses - often times, without their "vain" parents having a clue, whatsoever.

There may not be many men my age that can speak and write to them - and, of those that can relate these stories, validate the "truthfulness" and significance of these emotions in their lives, their writing skills for communicating may be lacking too much to reach the youth.

Writing skills have to be - not necessarily, perfect , but most certainly effective in communicating.  I have been writing all my life - just in a complex,  legalistic fashion.  But, the writing I am doing now requires much more creativity in expression of meanings - and, most certainly has much more impact on the personal well-being and life of another - or, rather I should say - potentially.

I know that I can write so that they can understand - and, just maybe - a boy will grow up, look at his children and his wife,  and remember what he read - as a fatherless child - that made a difference in the "road of life" he chose to take because of reading something like these stories. They are, in fact, powerful words of writing. I know that and realize the responsibility to be encouraging to them.  But, this is a very, very fine line of communication that lacks feedback.  And, feedback - most times - creates better understanding.  In fact, I have attached a file http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/pappa_roach_broken_board.htm that shows dramatically, how understanding changes through feedback.  The file is the history of a posting that I made on a youth site created for them to discuss the songs of "Pappa Roach - Last Resort."  At first, they were very defensive and profane.  But, as we carried on a conversation in an attempt to clarify some issues they started to learn and understand where I was coming from.  It was quite interesting to me.  In fact, I noticed the same progression of understanding when I did a post of "Tell Me, Why? General McPeak" on a Kerry-supporter Web site.

Love, Big Brother and Humpty Dumpty hugger "after all these years"

Humpty Dumpty Image 1: http://www.royblakeley.name/embrace_larry_karen_sharon/humpty_dumpty_larry.djvu

Humpty Dumpty Image 2: http://www.royblakeley.name/embrace_larry_karen_sharon/humpty_dumpty2_larry.djvu

- "Humpty Dumpty," email from Larry Blakeley to Karen (Blakeley) Gallini, dated Wed, 13 October, 2004.

Directory: http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/

File Name: larry_blakeley_cyberspace.htm

Post Date: October 13, 2004; 10:15 AM CDT; 1515 GMT (a posting about my Humpty Dumpty)


KGallini@aol.com wrote:

C:\My Documents\larry_karen_sharon_embrace.djvu
These are soooooo cute!  Too bad that same embrace for all three of us is not there today....makes me miss Sharon when I see these pictures.
Can you send me the above photo in a jpeg or tiff format? I can't print this out in djvu.
Your embracing sister,