i want to be careful writing about ms heithcock's sister because she appears to not be on fb or other social media
i never really paid her compliments feeling she would resent them but she was very pretty, lovable and gregarious
so i'll try not not to mention her name but i went to church yesterday hoping for some divine enlightenment about what had happened to ms heithcock's sister and reverend frank mentioned john the baptist's mom, "remember aunt elizabeth ?" in the context of a voice crying out from the wilderness and reverend frank having five daughters
she was a musician who could make you feel things very powerfully
i'll try to tell the story
diplomaticly
so i didn't know the present ms heithcock was the girl i went out with's sister when i was working in the wire factory in 1987...i only knew she was girl whose name was megan because one of her first floor, second shift coworkers said as we were standing in line to punch out " megan, move into the light so we can see your underwear " and she did
i was walking up to where the greyhound and trailways bus stops at the williams inn, soon to be the old williams inn and was just about to cross route 7 when the famous megan comes to the intersection and stops in the subaru she shared with her sister and i realize she is the girl i liked's sister
she said " hi " so i said " hi megan, how's [your sister] "
megan said her sister was fine
she asks me where i'm going and i tell her rochester and she asks me "why, what's there"?
i smile and tell her the genesee brewery and tho that's part of the reason, the real reason i was going to rochester was because of the story...and i didn't want megan's sister to know that the story had been a girl who i had met in rochester in 1986 named catherine who had left for florida and who, when i had finally made it back home, i had forgotten after i had fallen on the paved driveway while working on the shed roof of the house my mom used to leave me at for daycare when she was working at the art museum and the college
st catherine of alexandria is the patron saint of secretaries and librarians
after throwing a dart at the map of the u s which landed on honeymoon island in florida, i took amtrak down to tampa and the shuttle to st pete where i would eventually work out of the same labor pool as billy corgan
you see, i found out 3 days ago that both of megan's and her sister's parents studied medicine at the university of rochester, where the calculus professor from story who said the five or six strange multisyllabic mathematical sounding words had studied
and i found out today that richard helms (williams college '35) created mk ultra
when i met barb as i was hitchhiking back from connecticut in 1986 she had been living in a cave with buddhist monks and she mentioned that she was a proofreader, and she also loved books and stories
she lived in 4 freedom liberal, dr seuss, tmnt creators' and simpsons' producer/writer michael scully's springfield so i asked her something about carlos castenada and she knew our most famous american wizard/anthropolgist well and i realized i'd discovered a kindred heart where the stories seem to make our lives more valuable and tempered
now her bio says she lives in new mexico where castenada based his stories and where helms had sidney gottlieb send an agent to try to find a plant that can cause telepathy
i tell stuff like this because the more i tell the more i find out and john 8 vs 32 says the truth sets us free, which is ...true...
i felt really bad not inviting barb to our town, i made her drop me off in pittsfield where i could catch the bus and i wasnt sure why except i thought she might not like me if she knew my life but now i see i probably wouldn't have found the story if i had...it would have taken a different tangent and now barb's stories are really fun to read and immerse yourself in and if you love small town connectedness and neighbors valueing your and everyone's well being you will find a second home in the town of flagman's folly, new mexico where you can learn to care again
because of barb and an investment services advertizement in a 1986 magazine of things to do before you die, i fatefully decided to write a novel
a science fiction novel
found out about the cathars, acadians and that emily bronte and her two sisters charlotte and anne had held their brother branwell up while he was dying of pneumonia because he had wanted to die standing on his feet at the library this girl - who stayed her freshman year and was junior advisor at morgan hall, apparently has purchased the house next door to the person our jr high school teacher...
...interrupted a class meeting to call out through the microphone that the kid was the grandson of rudolf hess - worked at and her son is an actor, singer, comedian and writer from ny city with a recurring role in 'gotham'
which is interesting because legend says no hessians ever returned to collect their hidden treasure and when the teacher said that, hessy, as we called him, lived in lanesborough:
'Library history'
The Journal of Library History says King Ashurbanipal (ruled 669-627 BC) of Assyria’s library at Nineveh on the Tigris opposite what is now Mosul, Iraq is considered the earliest known library.
Plutarch (46-120 AD) said Julius Caesar accidentally burned the famous Library of Alexandria, Egypt while purposely burning his own ships in 48 BC
Constantine’s (227 AD - 332 AD) mom St. Helena built a chapel at the possible site of the strange bush from Exodus 3:2 in Sinai, Egypt. It is now called St. Catherine’s Monastery after the beautiful scholar from Alexandria the Golden Legend says was tortured and beheaded by Maxentius (250 -312 AD) after marrying Jesus in the desert. Emelibrary.org says St. Catherine’s Library is the oldest continuously operating library in the world.
Loc.gov says the Library of Congress in Washington, DC. is the largest library in the world after having been burned by the British in 1814 then having bought 6,487 of Thomas Jefferson’s books in 1815.
Literacy Volunteers of Augusta say the first public library building in Maine, built in 1880 in Hallowell is often mistaken as a church.
The Abel J. Morneault Library may not be the biggest, oldest or richest but it does have the DVD “Jimmy Franck’s Van Buren Memories,” bringing alive Van Buren’s past with haunting photos, interesting research and a World War II Pacific Theater Veteran’s endangered species memories.
You’ll forget your potato chips!
- found all the info at the town library after the two librarians, nancy troeger and jackie duplessie taught me and a lot of the other tech challenged townspeople - how to use the library's computers
https://tinyurl.com/y7v23h8s
cesser ~
giving context to the story that was and is megan's sister
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a few minutes ago (10/14/19) from 'williamstown a blast to the past' fb group i've learned stunning things about our town from:
'Bob Wall, Ginger Wall, O. Dixon Marshall, Tom McMahon on Horseback 1940s
from left to right they are Bob Wall on Stepping Highway , Ginger Wall on Strolling Jean. O.Dixon Marshall and Tom McMahon, I can't remember the horse's names but do remember Dixons' horse with the watch eye.- Dick DeMayo
Nancy Wall Thorne's Mom was riding Strolling Jean, a Tennessee walker, and her Dad was riding Stepping Highway, a Saddlebred show horse. They were stabled in the old barn behind Fanny Tash's store and Potter's Wheel, just over the bridge in what is now Lindley Park where all the Wall girls learned how to ride. She said that it had to be in the late 40's.
horses were stabled across the river from Fannys/Green River Grist Mill, as I do recall the barn that was there. In around 1949-50 or so, a pipe froze and then 'burst' in the barn during a cold snap. The water sprayed out and froze on the river bank, creating a huge 'ice-sculpture' that had cars backed up on Water St. as people stopped to view the scene= Mike Miller
What's unusual about this photo is that my mother is in it. She was a very accomplished horsewoman, having ridden her father's horses since she was a child growing up in Adams, but with a number of young children at home, she frequently did most of the work getting the horses' manes and tails braided (no small job, I might add) and then turn the horse over to my father who did the parade and show riding. What is also unusual about this photo is that it represents not just the l940's but a prior time: Tom McMahon and my father were riding friends from the time they were 12 years old. My father had had rheumatic fever as a very young child and was frail. He first started driving horses, then started riding with Tom after his strength returned. My grandfather Wall had horses in North Adams...a sort of family tradition.
It was not uncommon for us to ride as a family, and frequently we met all of the McMahons, and occasionally the DeMayos, out riding the same trails when we were growing up. The tradition continues between our families to this day. Marcia, Maureen and Pat McMahon have ridden in Woodstock, Vermont for many years with the DeMayos (Dick, Carol, Lisa and Andrea), my sister Jinx and her husband Kurt Van Steemburg (from North Adams) and me. Riding horses together continues to connect us to Williamstown and each other, a tradition started by our fathers and grandfathers. -Nancy Wall Thorne
As a postscript, my best friends as a kid were my riding friends: Diana Sprague, Mike Quadland and Elaine Neely who today has more than a dozen horses at her farm on Woodcock Road. There was rarely a day I didn't ride with Elaine and Mike, meeting on Stone Hill after school. These friendships continue to this day.
And yet another postscript: Horses were everywhere in the old days. My older sister, Margie, was a superior teenage rider who won in the local horseshow at the Grange on Green River Road. Margie's friend, Betty Urbano, sometimes brought her pinto pony to the Mitchell School field for all of us to admire. Dr. McWilliams, when he wasn't making housecalls, was a familiar sight, driving his buggy on Bulkley Street. Phil and Susan Walsh had a horse farm in South Williamstown and my dad thought nothing of loading all of us kids into the buggy to pay them a visit. (They always had hot chocolate waiting for us).
I think we horse people had a common bond: we learned how to "stay in the saddle" when the unexpected happened....an idiom for life!
Many thanks to Nancy for giving us a glimpse of an earlier time that made Williamstown a special place where many of us grew up. '
cathy's last name was wall
my friend dave and his girlfriend karen rode their bicycles across the united states from coast to coast in the summer of 1986
dave once told me he had named his bike like people had named horses
i had named my bike too
cathy and i went to a club one night then after we went to the beach on lake ontario and suddenly i became really cold even tho i was wearing a winter jacket
Main article: Human radiation experiments
From 1945 to 1947, Strong was the site of non-consensual human experimentation programs under supervision of the Manhattan Project and its successor, the United States Atomic Energy Commission.[4] A building adjacent to the hospital and connected to it via tunnel, dubbed the "Manhattan Annex," was constructed in 1943 as a field office for the Manhattan Project.[5] Over a period of two years starting in 1945, a total of seventeen patients admitted to Strong for unrelated ailments were injected with a plutonium or uranium solution without their knowledge.[4][6] The Atomic Energy Commission tracked the patients for the rest of their lives; after their deaths, the Commission exhumed their remains for testing. Surviving patients were later informed of the true nature of the experiments in 1974.[4].'
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strong_Memorial_Hospital
'Charles Augustus Strong was born in America on 28 November 1862, at Haverhill, Massachusetts. He was the eldest son of Augustus Hopkins Strong. In 1865 his father moved the family to Cleveland, Ohio, where they became acquainted with the family of John D. Rockefeller. Strong received education at the Rochester Theological Seminary, where his father was President.'
'In 1889, Strong married Bessie, the daughter of John D. Rockefeller.
In 1906, on the death of his wife, Strong moved with his daughter Margaret to Fiesole, Italy, near Florence. He died on 23 January 1940 near his Villa Le Balze, in Fiesole. The villa was left to Georgetown University by his daughter, Margaret Rockefeller Strong de Larraín, Marquesa de Cuevas, for the establishment there of the Charles August Strong Center for Scholarship.'
i told cathy 'i think my bike is being stolen'
when we got back to her apartment it had been
when i finally got back to my hometown the demayos gave me a bike
back to memory chimes back to story back to smashing
https://bit.ly/2FJDSFC
'At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush --- so. Scrub.
Shaving mirror --- pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
``Yellow,'' he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.'
so a housing complex was built near the hut i made out of pallet boards in an empty 68 acre lot in north st pete, florida near the old honeywell building
went by one night and they had put someone's stuff out in front of the entrance i guess as a corporate warning to people to pay their rent it was about to rain so i grabbed a book and some papers
later, back in my camp i looked at the pics and one of the people in the photos looked like beta ranger, a galactic ranger
the book was 'the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy' complete trillogy
galactic rangers were allegedly real people who became the characters of an attempt at a science fiction story i had wanted to write, but only did 3 or 4 paragraphs of in a notebook
galactic rangers didn't want to have faces in my imagination when i saw them once so they had really white faces with no eyes, ears, noses, lips etc with white cowbow hats riding white horses in space - i didn't imaging them like that
they told me they didn't want people to see their faces, but they were a little scary to look at like that so i asked if i could see what they really looked like, and they let me see their faces
i had thought i was going to have to kill myself when the housing complex was being built, because i really couldn't figure out how to go anywhere else, i was very happy in my little hut, at least until i found the hypnotic trigger that made me psychotic a few years after the complex was built
but the housing complex ended about 100' from my camp and it made it easy for me to get drinking water from one of the outside taps
about a week after i found the book and some papers i was riding by the entrance and a lady who looked like another one of the people in the pics and like the galactic ranger sudafed (she chose that name not me) was picking up the stuff and putting it in her car
i told her I had taken a few things and if she wanted them back and if she needed help and she said no, and that she was ok
the homeless outreach place where i got my meds tried to get me to apply for disability at the social security office once by giving me a ride there but i didn't have enough bus money to get back to my camp from the social security office
it took 2 buses to get home from there instead of the one bus from the outreach place, which i did have enough money for, so i said no thanks and they kicked me out for refusing to get help
that made me very angry at the time, but the new place they sent me to get my meds, the suncoast center, had nearest bus stop right across from the social security office so i applied on a whim just to pass the time waiting for my appointments
the doctor they introduced me to at the suncoast center, who finally told me i was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, was doctor crider, but i believed he was some kind of shape shifter who was purposely trying to look like the professor who did the experiment on us when i was in the 10th grade in williamstown
so i get my check about a year after i applied
then after a couple of months social security stopped sending my check because i didn't spend it and i went back to the office and they told me it was because they thought i had died, but i was so used to living without money that i only needed what i had taken out when i opened my account for cigarettes and charcoal lighter fluid for my reading lamp
so after about 3 months i wake up one morning and i look out my front door and laughed and said 'yellow!' because there was a giant excavator coming towards my camp tearing down large trees and shrubs
i quickly packed a few things and left, eventually finding the trailer in the trailer park i had been dreaming about
a few days ago i found the original bbc radio series douglas adams wrote the hitchhiker's guide for as a radio copy writer for in the late 1970s on youtube :
When asked to produce the Ultimate Question, Deep Thought says that it cannot; however, it can help to design an even more powerful computer that can. This new computer will incorporate living beings into the "computational matrix" and will run for ten million years. The computer is revealed as being the planet Earth, with its pan-dimensional creators assuming the form of white lab mice to observe its running. The process is hindered after eight million years by the unexpected arrival on Earth of the Golgafrinchans, and is then ruined completely, five minutes prior to completion, when the Earth is destroyed by the Vogons to supposedly make way for a new hyperspace bypass. In The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, this reason is revealed to have been a ruse: the Vogons had been hired to destroy the Earth by a consortium of psychiatrists, led by Gag Halfrunt, who feared for the loss of their careers when the Ultimate Question became known.[5]
Lacking a real question, the mice (pan-dimensional beings) decide not to go through the whole process again and instead settle for the out-of-thin-air suggestion "How many roads must a man walk down?", a lyric from Bob Dylan's song "Blowin' in the Wind".'
- the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy wiki
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