To write, to journal, to create history, words to last forever, more books to write, more views to share. Heading out, step by step, more mountains to climb, over the rainbows.
Have been writing about the folks, the family, the stories told, and untold, until now. Little lost in time, have books to write, hope and pray, I could use a little help. Got the questions from storyworth, going to print over there, it is a matter of time.
Back In Time, Stories To Be Written, How It Was, Way Back When....1978. The Year Grandmother Died. In Jones Town, South America, With 909 Others.
1978, Grats to grad, High School, Coleman, Texas, class of 80 students,6 were black. Cheers a new life to start.
Went to boot camp, flew from Los Angeles to Charleston , South Caroline, rode the bus the rest of the way. Buses of women, bussed to Perris Island, to become Marines.
Seriously, ..I know that feeling .
Don't use your energy to worry.
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