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He is definitely no more than a piano bar player, but it’s wonderful to see how his life turned around.
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In school our social science studies required that we spend one evening every other week working in the soup kitchen that the school ran in Los Angles skid row. It was amazing the people you met there, many had been doctors, lawyers, actors, and politicians. They all liked to tell you the story of their life, and how they planned to turn it around, so they could see their family again. I learned a lot there; more than I got out of books~!
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I had the same experience camping at the beach during the big bank fiasco in the 70’s. A woman working in a law office living in a tent with her husband. Another man living in his car with his dog, who took the seats out for more room.
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At this place they would sometime get in arguments of one’s flea’s getting on another. I guess now we just call them bridge people. SAD. One evening one got me cornered and wanted to talk. He had been a doctor. but what he was proud of is that he had become somewhat famous……Why~? He went to sleep on the roof a store building and somehow rolled off and fell between two buildings in 18 inches or less of space. They had to go into the store and demolish part of the wall to get him out. He had a folder of newspaper and magazine photos and write-ups on his fame.
My thoughts have always been “but for the grace of God”.
The school I attended made them prey and sing a Jesus songs before they could eat. But then they had places for them to sleep, kind of like kids in a PreK school do. We sometime bring our bigotry with us, even when we are being “do-gooders” The same church was proud that they allowed blacks in their church, but they had to sit on the last pew. I learned a lot at that school, but it was not always what they were teaching. I felt good about the good, but bad about the rest. The school did have one black student who became a good friend of mine, he was there under the GI-bill…and became a strong politician in Los Angles later on.
I wrote a poem about the bridge people back around Christmas, did you read it~? But it may be Passe’ now, maybe I can add to it by next
Christmas……Each Christmas I like to hand out cheap blankets to these folks, so little to do and it makes ME feel warm~!
The person I was wanting to know about was my sisters oldest daughter, her name was Diedra Michael but she had so many aliases that I am not sure of the name except for what she was using the last time I connected with her. She lived with us for the first five years of her life and so was like another sister. But then she went back with her mother and a very bad man and the rest is sad. I did write a long note to you but then have not slept all night thinking about it and may find another way. Will write more later. My real problem is there is a can or worms there and I do not want to bother anyone, not even the ones who should be. She does have a younger sister there in Chapala, who you may know… but also has an AKA~! I will write and fill you in, but must work out the details.
Tomorrow I make a big batch of peanut butter cookies, Tami’s favorite. One detail I need to know; did you sift the powder sugar twice~?
SAM
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You know I noticed that the flour just would not sift. I have a sifter where you pull the handle to sif ti but it kept resisting, so I had to shake and pound it..Now it reminds me there are probably vestiges of sugar left in the bowels of the sifter. It is probably at least 40 years old so maybe it is time to retire it. Wonder if they still make the things? They must…
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How old would your niece be? Her sister?
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Quite a story
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Bet the master chef never has these debacles.
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🙂
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What a wonderful story of a second chance. I believe change comes only when we are ready for it. For me, God the Father knows that time. I am so grateful for third, fourth, fifth, and more chances to live fully. It only takes a moment for life to go wrong, and thankfully the same can happen in reverse.
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