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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 and the following Web sites:

Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter

Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter

Evan Blakeley- my grandson

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.

file name: mother_dad_first_meeting_email20041022.txt

Subject:

From:
Johnnye Blakeley <jblakeley2@verizon.net>
Date:
Fri, 22 Oct 2004 13:12:21 -0500
To:
Larry Blakeley <larry@larryblakeley.com>

Larry, when Roy first started coming into the drug store where I worked, I did not really notice him at first, remember I was only 15 and had not dated much and these men who came in with him (rough necks on oil rigs)..looked old..However, I noticed he had a broken thumb in a splint and I thought to myself, probably been in a fight. Later I found out he had to jump off the oil rig because he thought there was some emergency and that's how he broke his thumb. Then one day they all came in and two of them remarked about how they would like to take me with them when they left there (Rotan) I just turned my back to them and started fooling with the coffee pot when I heard one say, "No, I'm taking her back with me to the University of Arkansas." I turned around then to see which one (actually he was the only good looking one of the bunch. He came in one day to get a newspaper and was standing at the front counter where they were stacked and started to read the paper..I went up and knocked a box of chocolate candy on his paper playfully. He grabbed my arm playfully..then he asked me if he could pick me up after work and ride around with him and I said "Do you have a car" He said "Yes, I have a model T Roadster. I thought for a minute and what went through my mind was, " I would like to go with him, but I don't want my friends to see me in a model T...! However, when he came to pick me up that evening he was in a very nice Ford car. I was relieved..He said he had to go by and pick up his brother David, so our first date was to the drive-in with his brother in the back seat..then home. I was baby sitting my sister's baby boy everyday while she worked in their clothing store and he came by and asked me for another date and being inexperienced with dating, I said no. Finally we did start dating after I got to know him better and since he was working on the oil rig at night we would ride around in the daytime together and had to take "Jimbo" my nephew's nickname with us. We were like a little family....this is funny. (a photo with Jim Owen in the background here http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/baby_larry_mother.djvu)

We had a long distance relationsip for three years and by that time I was eighteen when he proposed to me. We married as soon as I graduated from high school on June 14, 1953. I wanted to wait until August, but he wanted to marry right away so we did. I remember the story he used to tell about our engagement rings. He told this to all our Air Force friends and it goes like this:
The owner of the drug store where I worked for five years offered to order our wedding rings at wholesale price and this sounded very good to me and to my fiance, a college student. So she ordered ther ings and the day they came in, my mother who my children call "MeMa" and Mrs. Riley decided to play a trick on us and she and Mrs. Riley went to the dime store and bought a set of rings that looked like a diamond wedding band and engagement ring. They put them in the ring box and we anxiously went to the store to see the rings. As we opened them the look on both our faces was one of bitteer disappointment.. I said "well I won't have these." He looked shocked and said , "well we will go to Abilene, TX and pick out some rings from a jewelry store there. At that point they started laughing hysterically and showed us the real rings and they were gorgeous..Years later, he repeated this same story to everyone I can think of and said "How do you think I felt when she opened up that ring box and said"Well I just won't have these?" He was as disappointed as I was, but he made it sound like I had completely shocked him. Love, Mother