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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
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Thanks for the articles; I just wanted to tell you what a beautiful flare
you have for penning down your thoughts. I happen to know all that takes time.
My reply to my aunt, Valerie Owen, on October 18, 2004:
Your message below is the best, short acknowledgment that one writer can convey to another - don't you agree?
I have waited a few days to respond to your sweet note from the heart - I knew I wanted to respond - but, I have learned (many times the hard way) that sometimes my feelings lag behind my consciousness - so, I just carry on with daily life - and, wait - wait for the answers I feel are "the ones."
And, a man of my stories - John Lewis Ashton - sometimes just couldn't wait, and, bless his sweet heart - his tongue would at times - when he was excited - just seem to always be colored with words that would cut right through you. And, I must admit - you don't learn "manhood" from such a man without becoming very much like him. I mean - I was always standing right there, next to him - or running away from him, maybe once.
The important truth was always that I just love that man - with all my heart and soul, never to be compromised for such silly weaknesses of mine. Besides, that would be like beating myself-up all the time. Who can last for the "long haul" that way?
No, sir - when he calmed down, a little - I just took my hand and wrapped it around his - and, we carried forward from there - as if nothing had happened - because nothing had just happened - nothing to take away my love, and nothing to take away his love. So, hat's the problem? Absolutely - nothing.
I was always ready to cup my fingers back into his hands of strength of soul, of character, of truth, decency - another common, ordinary American man with extraordinary ability to give to others - himself - his home, whatever. I just love that man for these truths that I learned from him. Nothing he could ever say - nothing he could ever do - changed that truth about him that I knew to be rock-solid. Something you could "hang your hat on." No, he was a man with a heart for the poor, the downtrodden, the abandoned, the helpless - folks that were where he had been many times in his life - more than I even know about.
So, where was I? Oh, yes, here we go.
When I walked into Mother's living room that evening after Justin (the lost youth) was buried; there - to my delight - was my Aunt Val - right there in the living room! A lady that I always enjoy talking to, asking questions of (personally, I prefer the adventurous, mind stretching subjects of discussion - and, yes - at times a bit off-key, but always with the intention of prompting others to "wake-up" and enter the conversation of communication), and then just go for the ride of discussion - and, at times - just to sit back - and "listen." Listen for the stories. Ah, now that interaction gets me going - my blood just pumps better throughout my body.
And, that is why I walked out of our bedroom - the bedroom where Jackie was viewing the well-received - albeit controversial - "The Passion of Christ." Since, I much prefer letting my mind design the scenery, the setting, and so forth that only the written word liberates you to do; sitting-in for a movie (2 hours - that's a significant loss of life) - has to have actors that I admire - either, in it, or at least directed by; if, for no other reason than they are able to take my mind to a different place - a place where I am completely unaware of time, space, or my surroundings.
So, since "The Passion of Christ," - (it is my understanding) is produced and directed by Mel Gibson, one of those actors that has taken me out of myself on a few of his movies - I was OK with sitting-in on this one with Jackie - especially, since the story was about Jesus.
So, before Jesus was burdened with the weight of that heavy cross, I left the room - looking for something else to occupy my interests.
Why did I not want to see the rest?
Was it because he was going to die, in the end; and, I knew that ending?
Or, was it because of all the blood, the pain, the awful predecessor to death?
I'm not sure what it was, but I am sure of what it was not - none of the above.
It was because the blood was only taking up my time - time that if I am going to listen, I would prefer it to be during his storytelling - his parables - and, just sit in front of him - and listen, and watch, as he speaks the written word - giving the words of his depth of expression by speaking them - someone whom I admire and love for these stories, and many other things that mean sometime to me.
You see, my love is with the written word - the little nuances of changing a word here, or there; choosing one word over another because it can be more effective in speaking to the "masses." I just love the act of storytelling - whether from being the storyteller, or the listener - with me, both are "active" processes of my mind.
And, as most will agree, Jesus was one of the greatest storytellers of all-time - stories still being told and listened to for over 2,000 years now!
Now, that's a GOOD, LONG STORY!
His stories - when combined with a visual image of his face on the video screen - has always - always - literally sent "chills" down my back - chills that originated with my fingertips, traveled on up through my arms, and onward throughout the rest of my body - and, always leaves my mind thinking - WOW! - what a rush that was.
So, I walked out that night.
But, who knows - when my soul wants to see the rest, then I will just pick up that DVD, walk into the bedroom, and start from where I left-off.
Enjoy the written words.
I love you,
Your nephew, Larry
P.S. Read the following quotes, a theme that will be covered in one of my next articles, but more in depth, than in the articles, "Why You Can't Learn, ” and "The Common, Ordinary Man."
Basically, the game “King of the Hill” prepares you for walking amongst the enemy - the evil mongers - in search of your fallen brethren http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/communication_breakdown_yuill.htm - not matter whether adult, or youth. It’s really no more complicated than that, but it’s a very, very difficult journey, nonetheless. And, I am certain there are many folks doing just that, today..
.".. and, besides, if you are that narrow minded in the first place you have no business in a position that requires a level, fair and balanced head on the ole shoulders. Scatter-gun proclamations like this are nothing more that short-sightedness from those that don't mind "throwing out the baby with the bath water." And, besides, if you cannot stand the profanity, darkness, vulgarity, that exists in these havens of corruption, then, by all means, step-aside, and "get out of the kitchen." But, there are some of us that need to enter these havens of evil, search for our youth, and "return America back to its rightful owners before it's too late."
You have to know your enemy, and to know your enemy, you have to be willing to become as stealthy as he is. There is no room for fear, here. If need be, you slay them with their own weapon of choice. - "A Message to the Common, Ordinary, American Man," Larry Blakeley, October 10, 2004.
As well, as this one - of Jesus:
"Because you have kept my command to persevere, I also will keep you from the hour of trial which shall come upon the whole world to test those who dwell on the earth."
This verse is a promise made by Christ to one of His seven churches, the church of Philadelphia. The hour of trial Jesus speaks of in this verse is the period of time that our Lord calls the "great tribulation, such as has not been since the beginning of the world until this time, no, nor ever shall be" (Matthew 24:21). - taken from my Web page called "A Thief in the Night" at http://www.royblakeley.name/thief_in_the_night.htm - "Why You Can't Learn," Larry Blakeley, October 16, 2004.