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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;
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.
"And, my father speaks to me from the grave and asks, 'Larry, how was your day?'
And, I tell him, 'Well, Dad - I got up, went to school, but I could tell something had happened somewhere inside that made me different? So, I learned how to change color like a lizard in the desert and look just like the rest - and, it worked because I became very good at it over the years. I learned to walk through life and forget that I had a dead heart. But, when I got home I changed back to myself of loneliness, sorrow and pain. And, the 6 o'clock news - every stinking single day for the next 8 years was tough. But, I still miss you so after these 39 years.'"
- Larry Blakeley, Letter emailed to William B. Rood, Chicago Tribune, August 23, 2004 at 4:00 AM CDT; 0900 GMT
File Name: william_rood20040823.htm
Re-Post Date: October 9, 2004 at 9:15 AM CDT; 1415 GMT
Why the re-post?
Well, first let's start with this statement from Mr. Carlson - a man with a vision and a motive that did not include wealth, even though his invention made himself, and others - very wealthy - money never really matter much to him:
"Things don't come to mind readily, all of a sudden, like pulling things out of the air. You have to get your inspiration from somewhere, and usually you get it from reading something else."
- Chester Carlson, Haloid Company, a small photo-paper maker in Rochester, N.Y., precursor to Xerox Corporation, "The Story of Xerox," http://www.xerox.com/innovation/Storyofxerography.pdf
Now, what does that have to do with my re-post of this email? As I continue to write - I occasionally go back to concepts and themes that brought me to where I am. And, in this case, these thoughts of mine come from a 11-year old boy, not a 50-year old man. And, my inspiration comes from the 11-year old boy.
And, also I am afraid that possibly someone may mis-interpret what it is that this 11-year old boy is trying to say to his father. The pain itself (regardless of the origination), acknowledgment of that pain as permanent - in other words, you cannot "dream" it away, no matter how long you sleep, no matter how hard you try, you will always wake up the next day to face the reality of that pain.
Now, the most important point here for another 11-year old boy to understand from this (with his limited faculty to sort through complex issues of pain, depression, etc.) is that you can carry-on, you can become functional, you can make a life for yourself - if, you only "stay the course" and make the adjustments to the way you proceed with your life.
And, "you can make it to manhood, and you can make it to fatherhood, and just maybe, as I have tried to teach in my essay, 'The Belly of the Ship,' - a story of goodness that is finished off with the confirmation of "what" this young man wanted to be when he became a father, 'who' he wanted to emulate when he grew up, and 'how' this is achieved. By telling the story of the "knocking at the back door," shortly after the last man that influenced my life, my granddad Ashton, passed away http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/john_lewis_edna_ashton.htm, I hope to present to you the 'power' of influence of the way you conduct your life 'silently' may have on your son. He will see you for what you deserve to be seen as - "a man of character, of strength, of compassion, of goodness of soul - a father figure to be looked up to, respected, and emulated - and, then for your immortality - your children will teach their children these values that meant so much to them, and their children.... and their children - the chain of goodness -unbroken- largely, as a result of what (and certainly, how) you 'chose' to do with your pain.
And, this theme ties in with my essay written to elaborate on this premise, 'Another Funeral: Youth Burying its Own' - a story of great sadness and pain, but also, of the power of 'hope.'
The pain mentioned in all of these articles - my pain - possibly, your pain - is secondary. It is here only to teach - to teach you "how" to deal with this, so that you may continue to live your life, raise children that recognize what you have done for them, and then proceed on down the line to give to others - 'hope' - that they, too, can do the same." - Larry Blakeley, October 9, 2004 - a statement of elaboration, and possible clarification on meaning.