30
August 98
Hilary
This
letter is in response to a letter and telephone call from my mother,
to you, after receiving a letter, which by all accounts did not go
very well. This could be for one of two reasons :
1 This
was a continuation of what I have had to put up with for over 4
years.
That
is, all you Doehouse Mafia, constantly trying to attack me by
isolating my friends and relatives with unfounded accusations, abuse,
and insults. In the vain hope of turning them against me and making
my life a misery. At least I do not get spat at, have my tyres let
down, car scratched, junk mail, abusive phone calls, cold
shouldered, and insulted at this distance, unlike my fond memories of
Orkney.
I
know how it is done and have had reports from many who were
approached by Pauline with tales of woe. First you tell a horrific
story and wait for the listener to gasp in horror, then say some
thing should be done. At this point Pauline says she can do nothing,
what are you going to do to help me, etc. Hopefully then you have
recruited another storm trooper to carry out some reprisal against
me. All very neat and tidy, with no come back on the real instigator.
The real casualty is the newly recruited storm trooper, who fired
with hatred, commits a foolish act. The classic family of duped fools
are the Gowlands, and long may they rot in hell. Fortunately most can
see through the ploy, and report what is happening. The Baptist
Church on the other hand are ridiculously gullible, and have totally
discredited themselves. I should of course forgive the miss informed
and gullible, who like yourself have heard one side of a story and
never bothered to check the facts, or in your case never approached
me with the stories, when you first heard them, to hear my side. You
may have been surprised that I would have divorced her immediately,
and that would probably be in 1991 when I found life becoming very
unpleasant. It is not surprising that I suspect this to be the real
reason for your letter, once you have made contact with my mother,
then you can let rip the poison. My mother is confused but still
thinks there may be another reason.
2 You
tried to make contact with your genetic family because of depression,
or the mind control is wearing off, leaving you in a state. Caught by
surprise with the phone call without the time to get your self
together you lashed out instinctively a stream of abuse you are
programmed to issue, without thinking of what the phone call was
about. My mother said that you did not talk about her, or your self,
but talked about how awful I am, and how disgusted you are to have me
as a father etc.
She
believes that you hate me because it is the reverse of love, and you
are disorientated and totally confused. The telephone conversation
was so different from the letter you wrote, which she had difficulty
in reading because of the poor grammar and spelling, not to mention
poor hand writing. She said the letter is as bad as the letters I
used to write at your age, which could well be true. It is a fact
that you can isolate your self and make yourself very unpopular by
attacking the offspring, to the parent. This also goes for
criticising Graham, you have not endeared yourself to Sue. The same
goes for abusing me to my mother, and surprisingly my mother
criticising you to me, even after your four years of abuse to me. It
is a strange old world!!!
I
do have your letter in front of me and have translated it over the
phone to your grandmother. That is the reason for this letter and her
assumption that we are dealing with case 2 not a continuation of the
case 1 above.
This
is not the first time you made contact with my mother, the last time
was last year before Christmas. What you do not know is what happened
on the receipt of your letter. First my mother phoned me and wanted
to know what to do, she was convinced that you were in trouble,
trying to break from your past and willing to start again. (I was
not, after all I do have some unpleasant letters written by you, in
your own hand without prompting or incitement from me. I doubt if you
dared to show them to Steve as suggested in my reply). Once my mother
was convinced that things were getting better, I contacted Judith
your Aunt who agreed to go to Edinburgh, make contact, render any
assistance required, even invite you to over Christmas with them. I
did not think that the sight of me on your door step would be a good
idea and would jeopardise your escape and rehabilitation. My next
phone call was to Orkney to check on the state of play up there.
Later I heard you were expected back in Orkney after Christmas. Every
one was informed, all contact aborted, and we all kept are heads
down, until the next time. On my part I actually stopped the standing
order to you because you were no longer at University, did not
receive a student grant which the standing order was to top up, and
like me was working. I believe you were in debt, but can assure you
not as much as I am, as I still support Pauline and Neil to the tune
of £300 per month on top of the payment to the Child Support Agency
and the Legal Aid Board, and my pay has gone down not up due the
stoppage of overtime. While you have any contact with Pauline you can
have no normal contact with the rest of your family, or are treated
at arms length. We have all been hurt by Pauline, and although you
keep in touch with Chris and Mandy and maybe Shirley I doubt if
Pauline would approve. You have a long way to go to convince me you
have come through this nightmare. I expect you to have normalised
your position with all your relatives, been forgiven ,and shown some
act of empathy, before approaching me, for I will check!!!
I
am becoming hardened to these mind games and abuse.
Before
I continue with some of what my mother can remember about the phone
call let us look at the past. To be honest you had little or no
contact with me prior to the eventual bust up. The last WOOFer tried
to warn me that something was amiss. She said I was kind and patient
not at all what she has been told. She told me to spend time with the
Girls as they are confused. Like a normal pigheaded male this warning
went right over my head, mores the pity, but even so it was far to
late.
THE
FAMILY
Pauline
The
centre of the family was Pauline. She made her self responsible for
the well-being of all the children, and I was to support her. I had
no or very little contact other than to say good morning occasionally
good night and provide transport. She told me what was happening in
the house and told you what was happening out side. None of it the
whole truth, with her own spin on events. I do not need to say yet
again I have never hit Pauline, I was brought up by my mother never
to hit a woman. Much to my disadvantage, I tried to act the gentleman
and put up with events, or found the course of least resistance. All
the family was in a religious huddle devout Christians and
insufferably pompous. I was stopped telling bedtime stories, or
even the, in car stories which was a feature of our life before
Pauline. As I was not religious I told stories or parables to assist
you in making sense of the world and to be inquisitive. That was not
Pauline's style and she had control of what came into the house and
what went out of the holy household. It was not always like that.
When
I met Pauline she had just been diagnosed as having low blood
pressure and hardening of the arteries. She had bad days and good
days all in one day. She suffered severe mood swings (still does) and
at times of the month very aggressive.
The
rot set in once we bought the Cashmeres in 90. While we doing the
feet of 30 struggling horned goats we were both battered by horns and
feet. At the end of the day I had one or two scratches and red marks
on my body, Pauline was covered in bruises which was alarming. That
evening she was tired and thus abusive. At night she exploded in a
violent rage of biting, hair pulling and scratching. I held her down
until the fury had subsided, as I have done on many occasions, but
this time at my wits end. I told her to go to the Doctors to do
something about her bruising, take something to thin the blood or
stop clotting, and while she was at it sort out her violent mood
swings, because I would not take it forever. To my regret she did go
to the Doctors but could not admit she was out of control, and
accused me of violence.
She
returned with Tamazipan an anti depressant, addictive, and mind
altering drug, which she still takes.
The
rest is history, once the first lie is told it is just a hop step and
skip from the tangled web of deceit which was spun for nine years.
In
the early days I believed as did most that her behaviour was due to
her previous marriage and abuse she suffered. ( Thomas found this to
be untrue and has accused her of destroying her own family and Tony).
Later I believed her Hormones were out of balance as most of her
severe attacks occurred during PMT or PMS as now known. In the last
years I was convinced she suffered from Neurosis which is a
personality disorder not a mental illness caused by the feelings of
rejection from her father. After Patrick died she said she saw
visions of him in heaven and heard him and god speaking to her in
church. We non believers call this Paranoid Schizophrenia, which is
what Patrick was diagnosed as suffering from and is genetic. Go to
the library and look up the symptoms of late developing
Schizophrenia, it is a classic description of Pauline, especially
where it says that sufferers are extremely plausible and normally
religiously motivated. I shall not go into a catalogue of the
abuses, but suffice to say I found peace mucking out and tending the
farm I never found in the house, and consequently was seldom inside.
You need not believe me and can carry on with your mind control
experiment but I will give you some thing to mull over.
If
one lie is exposed, does that cast doubt an all that has been said.
Now think of what you have been told by Pauline is any of it wrong,
more to the point is any correct?
Telling
the same lies do not make them true just easier to remember.
What
evidence have you except what you have been told, and who told you ,
and why were you told.
Have
you ever questioned what you were told, and checked the facts with
the other affected parties.
Enough
of this “!”!!!!
The
rest of the Family can wait for another day the memories are still
painful. We should I suppose deal with things you told my mother.
I
do not want a Divorce !
I
am gobsmacked , it is true I have heard this before from Orkney and
those in the know are telling the truth. I have all the letters from
my solicitor, his disgust at the delaying tactics of her solicitor.
The reason I was not divorced in 1996 is because I am paying £300 a
month. While that little nest egg is coming in there is no rush.
I
am at my wits end paying out nearly £500 per month every month to
legal Aid, CSA and Pauline all will cease on divorce. With your
wondrous powers of deduction why do I want it to continue ?
I
should reach a negotiated settlement !
Yes
please!!!!
The
last offer was her to buy me out for £30,000 I would love to take
the house , contents, farm stock, implements and the rent from
fields and cottage, and offer her £30,000 . She would reject it
immediately, as do I .
This
letter is getting morbid again, lets look at what your wrote.
First
off it is good that you are making the effort to write.
It
is really wonderful that you have met Steve, and are thinking of
setting up house together. This means to me that maybe the old
religious prejudices are being given up and you may not suffer the
double problem of loss of faith and realisations that you have been
cynically used and abused. A cautionary tale do not be too hasty in
getting married, get the wildness out of the system before children
and husband. Your mother (Shirley) was married at 20 with a child and
never reached her full potential, consequently played catch-up with
life ever after.
I
am of course sorry about your depression, but that is a consequence
of living in a confused state bombarded with conflicting evidence.
You may be quoting chapter and verse the Doehouse tune, but deep down
your mind is in turmoil and with the belief you have no one to turn
to can be awesome. It appears to be a condition which has escaped
your sister who has no doubts and is wrapped in her religious blanket
of denial.
I
do not suffer from depression or hit the depths some folk can, the
black dog keeps well away from my door, a thankful inheritance from
my father and Grandfather. I can not imagine what it is like. I think
your grandmothers both suffered periods of depression but were not
clinical.
This
brings me neatly onto Genetic verse Environment. You are genetically
predisposed to certain problems and difficulties. You may not want to
keep in touch with your family, but they have dealt with all the
problems genetics can throw at them, their own way. It may be more
beneficial to learn how they coped with life, than to ask complete
strangers how they would, hypothetically, deal with a problem they do
not have.
For
example if we can use that word, which will send me directly to hell,
without passing go, SEX. Sex is an obsession of the Church, it is OK
to do it, for children, but for gods sake, do not enjoy it. You can
kill a fellow being and be forgiven, but jump into bed with some one
and enjoy it, and you could be on the slippery slope to damnation.
Woe betide the one who enjoys sex, with the same sex. This phobia of
sex, prevalent in the Church, is not helpful to someone sexually
active, which I suspect you are. I say this because your mother is,
or at least was extremely gifted in a healthy sexual appetite, as was
your Grandmother. How they dealt with it is more use to you, than
sweeping the subject under the table, or calling it a cardinal sin. I
dread to think what kind of perverse advice you would receive from
Pauline, whom you insist on treating as your mother. You may not
agree with the way Shirley dealt with her problems, but it shows one
way of doing things, which you can learn by.
Your
Job may not be likeable, or productive, you do not have to do service
to the community, if you have the need to, you can do this in your
spare time, and no one should look down on others because of what
they do for work, as eventually we all retire and at the great
leveller of retirement it is who we are, not what we were, that
counts. “ Warning” do not jump into marriage as an escape from a
dead end job!
Going
back to college is going to cost you . I received notification from
the Students Awards Agency that you have not applied for a grant and
are not entitled to one. If you go back into full time education you
may loose the first year or more of assistance as Graham did.
The
one bright note of your letter was that you were remembering Rye,
something your sister has totally forgotten, or chosen to.
I
remember an incident when some farm visitors asked where Joanne came
from she replied “Hastings “ which is not quite true. At the next
convenient time in the veg patch I took her to one side and talked
of our life pre Pauline, and about her mother , my past, and future
hopes. Like a Judas she went in the house and told Pauline which
started an argument , and days of cold shoulder. I never tried to get
close to Joanne after that.
You
are different in character and looks. You may have been told that I
had a preference for one of the children, which is untrue. When You
were born Joanne was still a grizzly baby not sleeping at nights. To
give you a chance, Shirley looked after you, and I tried to keep
Joanne amused. She had problems which demanded attention, you did
not, you were a much more rounded character and very likeable , with
non of the personality problems that dogged your sister. If you can
remember anything about Rye or even Fife you may remember many happy
times.
As
a single parent I can honestly say that although constantly tired,
short of cash, and over worked it was the most pleasant part of my
life, most enjoyable and rewarding. So how did a model single parent
become a monster, the answer is, he did not, you choose to believe
it!!!!
All
the family expect you to come out of this nightmare first. I doubt if
Joanne will ever escape or will be able to cope with the truth, so I
hope she is content, and choose to forget about her.
I
wish you well and all the best with your struggle and journey into
the light of reality. I am reluctant to jump in too early, or get
involved until the links with ALL AT DOEHOUSE has been cut for ever.
You have been ill served up there.
My
mother said she will forward any mail you wish to send, we can not
risk letting you know where we are. By the way its Grannies birthday
on 21 September, a card might help.
3 October 98
Hilary,
It
would appear you have managed to upset your Grand Mother, My mother,
again. You even failed to wish her a happy birthday. Grand parents
are put on this earth to interfere with parents, and spoil the grand
children, not be the butt of abuse. I am not sure what damage you
have done this time, whether it is irrevocable or transient. I am the
last person you expect to intercede on your behalf, please do not
make it more difficult than it is already.
My
mother did say you expect an apology. I was advised to telephone you
and not put it in writing which will one day be used against me.
I
unreservedly apologise for marrying Pauline, against my better
judgement, and subjecting my family to her spite, violence, and abuse
without interceding on your behalf. I did not handle the marriage in
my normal management style.
In
management you can either :
Do
what you are told
: Which means you will please those above you.
Be
distrusted by your peers and disliked by your juniors.
Do
what’s best: Which
means you will distrusted by those above you disliked by your peers,
and juniors.
Do
what is right.
Which means you will be disliked and distrusted by all.
My
normal style of management is alternating between doing what is best
and what is right, never as I am told. At home I did what was best ,
or what I was told, never what was right.
It
is strange to act out of character just to please.
It
is all genetics, in my case the strong logical, methodical, and
controlled Dutch influence coupled with pure Celtic passion,
rebellion and artistic Irish influence. It is no wonder my life is
all feast and famine. You must be suffering the same to a lesser
extent.
At
present my life is a mess and yet I seem more at ease and
conciliatory to all, but deep down the hurt and dissolution is
ticking over waiting to flood out, when least expecting it. I find I
am not so tolerant of religion as I used to be and can see the
passions of Bradlaugh, and closer to home Eric Stockton. I do not
intend to be an atheist martyr, but feel stronger than I have ever
done to nail my true colours to the mast and stand up for what I
believe, if only to counter the evil caused in the name of the true
religion , which ever one that is.
Soon
you will be setting up home with Steve, well good luck with that. I
was a bit older than you when I first shared my pad and made all the
common mistakes.
There
is an great deal of redefining and tolerance involved, and even if
not successful the first time, its and experience worth having. Mind
you not every one is like Carol thankfully.
My
mind just wondered back 30 odd years, and I find myself smiling. In
my case I was already living in my two bedroom flat before I met
Carol at a party. She was a Student at the new Polytechnic at
Portsmouth and about to be evicted. I was singularly attractive all
of a sudden.
She
was an attractive not pretty girl and I was gullible, so she moved
in.
She
was unique, short round face with a pointy chin and huge brown eyes.
Her hair was natural auburn and unruly. Not because of a failure of
the hair just the fashion at the time was to sweep the hair back, she
had a high centre crown and the hair of the brow refused to go back.
Out of public glare the front top of her head was always in curlers
or being assaulted by a hair drier. If she waited two more years she
would have been the height of fashion. The one lasting memory is her
odour. Long before aroma therapy, she oozed pheromones of a most
stimulating manner. I have never known any one since to ooze appeal
like she did. She was aware of her aroma but consider it a flaw, thus
used large amounts of French splash on, designed by a sterile French
nose who abandoned the pleasures of life years before. The side
affect of 4 to 5 hours after an application when the true aroma
struggled through and mixed with dying slash on was like a frontal
assault on the senses. Luckily she would reapply the undercoat and
primer before males became uncontrollable. The flat, furnishings,
clothes, everything picked up her arresting and arousing aroma. She
was probably the scruffiest person I have known. Only use a coat
hanger when the floor is full. What she did with cigarette ends is
unbelievable. Every one smoked in those days. On entering the flat at
the end of the day she would kick off her shoes and strip off on the
way to the bedroom. Clothes fell and stayed where they landed , as
an additive to the tatty carpet. If we were not going out she would
spend the evening dressed in a tee shirt and sarong only. I had spent
most of my youth in war zone hot spots in the far east and wore
sarongs all the time, thus had a vast collection which she took a
fancy to, and confiscated. The flat contained an old 3 piece suit but
we spent all our time on 3 huge bean bags, which were far more
comfortable.
It
is true what they say about red heads in her case she was ballistic.
From raging torrent to placid and back again before you could blink.
I discovered patience and circular walks of differing lengths to
coincide with my senses recovery time. Life was not boring,
turbulent, unpredictable, and chaotic. It is what in those days we
called living on the edge, or close to the edge. Nothing short of a
guaranteed life span reducer. Fortunately it all came to a rapid and
unpredictable end when we argued in the morning while she was ironing
an odd remnant from the floor. I left the flat in poor grace leaving
her spitting feathers and still throwing things at the closed door as
I was running down the stairs. I never saw her again.
I
arrived back at the flat at mid day to apologise but all I could find
was the Fire Brigade Police and a large crowd ogling the burnt out
shell of 3 flats and a shop.
There
was nothing to do but to get another flat quick before I was
blacklisted. I moved into the garret opposite the Osbourne pub, but
stayed alone this time. I shared the bathroom and toilet with the
landing below, which comprised of two sets of Gays, male and female.
I
was told by the police the fire started in my flat. An iron had been
left on the wooden ironing board and not been switched off. It had
burnt right through the board before it set fire to the carpet.
We
all make mistakes and that is what the first house/flat is for. A
chance to sort out no go areas, and aspirations and become broke,
probably for the first time. So enjoy the passions and pain of the
first nest, done it, got the tee shirt and learnt by it, never
again!!!!
While
in a reflective mood , Did I tell you how you got your name!
The
old Gaved traditions held sway for both of you. It is considered good
luck if.
1 always
marry some one whose surname begins with G, it is supposed to be very
good luck. You’ll have to ask Shirley if it works
2
all children must have a J in the initials.
Hence
Joanne ( named after Shirley) Marie (named after aunt Mary).
In
your case I got the boot in. Jane after (Lionels relative) and Hilary
after half of the well liked duo Hils and Fills. These two beauties
shared the flat opposite Dave and myself. Felicity (Fils) was tall
elegant, sophisticated, Hilary was petite , attractive,
approachable, and clever. Probably not over intelligent but very
smart, and quick witted. I have never known any one to light up a
group of people like she did. Most of us chased after Felicity but
always remembered Hilary long after she had gone. She was a silent
stunner who dispersed into the affections of all she came in contact
with. If I had a daughter I would have liked her to be like Hilary.
Hilary had the odd notion that she was a “Hilary”, and the name
drives the character. I gave it a try, so far it does not seemed to
have worked, but early days yet. It seems to have worked for Hilary
Clinton, on the surface she seems to carry the Hilary
characteristics.
It
was difficult for me, growing up in the swinging sixties. Free love,
the pill, women’s lib, gay rights, Vietnam, Borneo, Malaya, Aden,
Mauritius, Seychelles, Maltese independence, Beira and South Africa.
While the western world became frivolous I came serious and
political. Loosing friends in combat does that to you, I was well out
of touch with the important issues of the time like, what was top of
the pops, or what fashion was in. When all about were throwing
flowers I was directing fighters to intercept bombing missions. When
the youth of the day were selling them selves for pot I was
intercepting slave traders, gun runners, and communist infiltrators.
I was a man out of my time, and frustrated by the petty
inconsequential meaningless passions of life which surrounded me. In
keeping my life, I lost the humour in it, but have tried to catch up
on what was missed, and by all accounts not very successfully. Now
the Nineties are on us like a rerun of 30 years ago. Keep your feet
on the floor and focus your mind to what really matters.
In
your head strong conversation with my mother, she was surprised at
the amount of hatred you expressed. You were also told that Judith
lived near by.
You
intimated that it was up to her to make contact. The fact of life is,
like a drug addict, you have to hit the bottom before you can accept
help and rise up. Like they say on the stock market, if you drop a
dead cat from high enough it will bounce. I your case you have a long
way to fall before you loose the influence of Pauline, and only then
can you be helped. So keep falling, keep taking the tablets, and keep
away.
What
still surprises me is it has taken so long. Pauline’s own children
forgave their father and made contact within 3 years. In your case,
not only am I not forgiven (for something which did not happen) but
your hatred has increased with time. I am obviously the blame for all
you ills, a handy tool of denial. You will have to come to terms one
day with what has happened, you are responsible for your own life, so
stop blaming others for the utter mess you find yourself in.
Responsibility is to be accepted not avoided, before life has any
real meaning.
Unlike
you I do not hate you, pity yes , but not hate. I do not think you
are entirely to blame for your condition, but you are responsible for
not coming out of it. I apportion a great deal of blame on Pauline
and Jonathan who fed you utter crap for over 6 years. In Johns case
he could have been told what was allegedly happening and saw himself
as the defender of the family. It is true he was extremely
provocative and hostile from 1991 onwards. You all put my life and
actions under a microscope to find evidence of the beast that I am,
and yet there is so little to go on in 6 years.
I
do not feel hatred towards Pauline, She is mentally ill and needs
treatment. I do not feel the same about John who just disgusts me. I
believe he is having problems getting his life together, good !! We
fell out badly in 91 when I refused to allow him to spend a holiday
with a Child molester in Dunbar. At the time I had no objections with
him having a sexual relations with an older man( he already had, I
suspected with Roger) but this one combined religious fervour with
his practices. My basic instinct is to oppose any combination of
sexual practice and religion as it only ends in tears and is
physiologically damaging.
I
therefore did not allow him to go on his holiday. Pauline broke the
news, what reason she gave for refusal beggars belief. Religion is
mind control and should be kept separate from politics, sex , and
relationships, or leaves the victim confused and malleable to
external influence. The abuse of religion is worse than abuse of the
body, as the damage lies hidden for years before it emerges with
devastating physiological damage. When you look at the Doehouse
evangelist you can see what I mean QED
The
divorce is getting nearer. The property will be sold and life will
return to the normality of a liveable pay packet. After 4 years of
poverty I am like a child in anticipation. To be able to get out of
debt and eventually make plans for the future will be most welcome.
Will you be part of my life in the future??
Time
will tell, I am not bothered one way or the other, you can not be the
child I knew in 91, what you are or who you think you are is in your
domain not mine. We are both strangers to each other, neither
recognising the other as what we imagined.
Any
change in that situation is going to take time, openness, and soul
searching.
I
do not blame you for not trying. It will be harder for you than me,
and there is little in it to be gained for me, but much to loose. You
have more to gain and less to loose than you think.
Pax
Vobiscum
29
December 99
Hilary
You
sent a card to my mother with your address, and a wish to get back in
touch. I am afraid the last attempt you made has muddied the waters a
bit. My mother was very upset and hurt the last time you communicated
by telephone and indicated that she would have nothing to do with you
while you were at war with me. This is causing a problem, as I will
have nothing to do with you until you have repaired the damage and
hurt you caused, to all my relatives including my mother. My mothers
insistence to have nothing to do with you, until our relationship is
normalised is totally against my wishes.
Joanne
tried to make contact this Christmas after 5 years, and your
re-emergence is very suspicious. It could be you are both caught up
in the millennium fever and want to put the last years behind you
with the old century. It could also be the arrival of little Ellie
May that has concentrated minds on families. The chance to start
afresh still has the old problem to solve, what do you do with your
Northern Isles Puppet Master. She has not served you well, and still
you hang on to the vindictive, and screwed up hag. While you call her
Mum and run back to Orkney there can be nothing between us. You are
still in contact, as again this year she was taking with affection
about her two daughters, which can only mean you and Joanne. If you
do not realise now how she has screwed your life up, and poisoned any
meaningful relationship, there is little hope. I will have to die a
lonely sad old man as you wish.
I
have just come back to the house after a very pleasant Christmas with
a girl friend. The house has been empty for a week and is bitterly
cold. I have a wood burning stove for heating which has not managed
to heat the water and is struggling with being unattended in winter.
A week with gas fired central heating spoils you. The dog and cat
are glad to be back but they both have good coats and well
established territories. I hope you had an enjoyable Christmas with
your young man, probably not the one you had last time. I shall be on
duty over the Millennium as will most of the emergency services, but
unlike them we get no extra payments. I expect to celebrate the new
year on my own in a remote radio site monitoring all the distress
frequencies from 2300 to 0700. I can not get too excited about one
day even if date unique, it is who you spend your days with that is
more important. I hope this is the last new year stuck in a radio
shack.
That’s
it for now, If you want to communicate, that is fine by me, but do so
via my mothers address, just put a letter inside marked for me. If it
works out my mother will eventually get in touch herself. If you do
not want to communicate, that is also fine by me, but do not try to
communicate with my mother direct, she will not appreciate it.
Eile
mit Weile!
pax
vobiscum
ps
As you are keeping in contact with Shirley, Her birthday in on 15
October- the same day your Grandfather died. A card would be the
smart course of action!!!!!
