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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

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File Name: email_from_mother_joe_kenneth_combs20041115.txt

Subject:
Joe Kenneth Combs
From:
Johnnye Blakeley <jblakeley2@verizon.net>
Date:
Mon, 15 Nov 2004 13:07:17 -0600
To:
Larry Blakeley <larry@larryblakeley.com>

 

Larry, the boy in the photo is Joe Kenneth Combs and his cousin Gwendolyn Combs.

He was 12 or 13 when the following tragedy occurred:

They had gathered at the grandmother's house (Winnie's husband, Howard Combs' father and possibly his stepmother) in Sweetwater, Texas and the young boys wanted to take the gun and hunt.

Aunt Winnie was a very over-protective mother of her beloved son. She said he couldn't go and the other adults told her: "Winnie let him go, he never gets to do the things other boys do." After much persuasion she gave in.

I don't know how the tragedy happened, but his cousin shot and killed him. She suffered from depression the rest of her life.

I felt so sorry for her. She would say "I don't know why God took him since I loved him so much."

My Mother said she had never seen grief so intensive as how she grieved. Mother said he (Joe Kenneth) was almost too good to live on this earth. He was a devout Christian.

One night Aunt Winnie saw his light on after he was supposed to be asleep so she went in to see about him and he said "Mother, I forgot to read my bible so I turned on my light to do it."

Aunt Winnie was only eight years old when their mother died leaving the father (Joseph Murphy Gideon) with an eight year old girl (Winnie), a boy about six (Grover), and my mother (Edna) - 16 months old. My mother cried for her eight year old sister which she had replaced as a mother.

They said at times when Aunt Winnie went out they would have to get her back home because Mother (MeMa - Edna) could not be consoled by anyone but her sister, Winnie.

She (Winnie) never did have a childhood. She was as close to my mother as a real mother would be because of this.

My mother - the youngest - died first; and Aunt Winnie had a hard time dealing with this. Their brother - Grover Gideon - was what used to be called a "hobo." He rode the rails and they wouldn't see him for years at a time. He was an alcoholic and actually spent two years in San Quentin for armed robbery which he said he did not do, but who knows. He lived in California all of his young life and later moved to Texas to live near Doyle Combs (another son of Winnie) - a minister - and his family. My sisters and I did not know him very well.

After Joe Kenneth died their son - Doyle - who was barely able to talk - would ask "Joe gone?"

I don't know any story any sadder than this. Aunt Winnie had to be treated with electro-shock treatments even years later on several occasions. I don't think they use this procedure much anymore.

Love Mother