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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,

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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.

[DjVu image of original letter here] http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/directory_letter_jblakeley_19500922.djvudirectory_letter_jblakeley_19500922.djvu

[Text version here] http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/letter_jblakeley_19500922.txt

Postmark Date: September 22, 1950

Addressor:
Miss Johnnye Ashton
Box 118
Rotan, Texas

Addressee:
Roy Blakeley
Greagson Hall
Box 102
University of Arkansas
Fayetteville, Arkansas

Dear Roy,

I thought I never would hear from you. I didn't know what to think when Mother told me that you were gone. I don't understand what you mean by another one of those moods. What was wrong? Valarie said you acted so funny when you came in the store. I sure wasn't ready to get rid of you like you said.

I haven't been doing much except running around with a bunch of girls. We went to the show the other night in my car and we didn't come home until 6:30 the next morning. We were all spending the night together. We rode all night just going from one town to another having a good time. We went up to one of the girls boyfriend's house about 1:30 and sang good morning to him so he dressed and went with us. He stayed with us until 6:30 that morning. We made two trips to Roby, saw one show, went to Sweetwater, Lake Inn, and then to Hamlin. In Roby we went to some houses of kids we knew and sang good morning to them. You should have seen us when we got home. We looked like a bunch that had been on an all night drunk, but we hadn't of course. We just looked that way! Did we get it when we got home! There didn't anybody's Mother know where we were. I went to sleep during Algebra class and when I woke up everybody was staring at me like they had never seen anybody sleep before.

I'll bet you are really glad to be back in school. You'll probably have a lot of good time (& girls).

I don't know who was more anxious to hear from you, me or Val, she wanted to know everything you said. I wouldn't tell her a thing. She has really been nice to me. She thinks I'll let her read it.

I don't see much of your Mother except when I go to the show. They are usually there.

I sure get lonesome at times. I'd give anything if you could be here. I don't have the fun now that I had when you were here. I have a good time alright but it is a different kind of fun now. It is just being mean. Don't get the wrong idea. I will always be sweet to you or I will try to anyway. I miss you a whole lot.

I will close for now because it is my bedtime, so honey don't forget me and write me a nice long letter.

Love Ya,

Johnnye

(over)

P.S. The last part of your letter was really sweet.