(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;
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)
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.
A group photograph of the 559th Fighter Squadron here. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/559_fighter_squadron_group.djvu
The man in the right-center of the front row wearing the white jacket (on the right side, as you view the photo) is Dr. Sam Jernagin - who years later delivered my oldest daughter, Leslie at Irving Community Hospital, Irving, Texas on August 31, 1979.
Some photographs taken in October, 1955 of my father's squadron at Bergstrom Air Force Base, Austin, Texas here. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/bergstrom_afb_squadron.djvu
On the back of the photograph taken outside a building http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/bergstrom_afb_squadron195510.djvu, my father wrote the following names:
Front row (L-R): Major Davis, Captain Petterson, Captain Gregg
Second row (L-R): Blakeley, Veatch, McCrary, Shaw, Schaffer, Lee, Brennan, Doering, Mauls, Meynig, Boyce, Gamble, Shaw, Knoeppel, Marple (Notice the motorcycle - man, have they improved - a bit.)
Here is a Presidential Certificate appointing Roy James Blakeley to the rank of First Lieutenant, United States Air Force, effective the 24th day of September, 1955, but issued on the 10th day of March, 1958. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/certificate_1st_lieutenant19550924.djvu
"One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the day
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams that we will savor"
- "Memories Are Made of This" MP3 audio file/lyrics at http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/johnny_cash/memories_are_made_of_this.htm Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr, and Frank Miller (a trio that used the group name, the "Easy Riders"), recorded by Dean Martin with the Easy Riders providing background on the recording, which went to #1 on the pop charts early in 1956
The first Mother's Day card that I gave to my mother. My signatures are the scribbling with red crayon - my father signed my name - Larry. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/directory_card_mother_first_larry.djvu
My mother completed a 9 hour course called the "Strategic Air Command Dependents Assistance Orientation Course" while my father was stationed at Bergstrom. Her Certificate of Training http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/directory_certificate_mother19570524.djvu is dated 24 May 1957 and arrived in the mail to our home off-base at 1502 Ridgemont Drive, Austin, Texas (no zip code needed in those days - I presume). http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/austin_home19551210.djvu
"The Roy James Blakeley and Johnnye (Ashton) Blakeley Children" (December, 1958)
Larry (born at Callan Hospital, Rotan, Texas on April 7, 1954);
Karen (born at Bergstrom Air Force Base Hospital, Austin, Texas on March 3, 1956); and
Sharon (born at Brackenridge Hospital, Austin, Texas on January 18, 1957)
Here http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/bergstrom_559th_fighter_squadron/559_fighter_squadron_group.djvu is a group photograph of the pilots and their wives of the 559th Strategic Fighter Squadron, Bergstrom Air Force Base, Austin, Texas.
Here is an Air Force photo of my father as a 1st Lt. taken November 13, 1956. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/r_blakeley19561113.djvu
A photo of my sister, Karen (1 year old) and me (3 years old), sitting outside on the porch at our Austin home here http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_karen_austin_front.djvu .
My mother sent this photograph to my Grandmother Violet. She wrote these words on the back here http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_karen_austin_back.djvu something that the youngest, Sharon said the first time she saw it. An April, 1957 photograph of my father, Karen and me. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/dad_karen_larry195704.djvu
A portrait photograph of Karen, Sharon, and me. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/larry_karen_sharon_portrait.djvu
Many years later in the summer of 1984, Jackie (my wife) and I took flying lessons from a Colonel Ben Acock in Corsicana, Texas in a Piper Arrow that we had purchased. One evening while getting in our night flying he asked about my family. I told him about my father being a fighter pilot and where we had been stationed. As it so happened, he was stationed at Bergstrom around the same time period as my father. In fact, he remembered Lt. Blakeley that had some small children down the street from where his family was living. He flew a refueling tanker and said that the "fighter jocks" did not hang out with them - except when it was time to refuel inflight at 25,000' and low on fuel - then they were most sincere and gracious.