In July of 2009, Mary stated over and over again that she based everything in her story on events in her own life. She and husband managed the house. Her daughter Gabrielle was born on July 6, 1959 and was about 18 months old when she met Ann 0bama. She called her ANNA, the same name as shown in the directory, and dates the 'meeting' to January 1961, which means, if ANNA had a baby, it would have been conceived BEFORE Stanley Ann Dunham graduated from high school.
Ann and her baby lived in the room above the garage. She babysat the black child in the spring for two or three months, when he was seven months old.
Mary baby-sat the child for ANNA in early 1961 - when her own daughter who was born in July 1959 was 18 months of age. That makes it JANUARY. When that didn't work with the AUGUST 1961 birthdate for zero, she corrected herself and said he was SEVEN MONTHS OF AGE. Add 7 months to January and presto, there's August. We have to remember that when Charlette telephoned Mary, Mary had no idea she was supposed to be the baby-sitter for zero. Mary didn't name the child. She said she baby-sat for ANNA for two or three months.
She was one of several baby sitters while Ann was in Seattle.
I wasn't aware of that...Did you notice that in the article Charlette had posted on her website ( now removed) Charlette refers to ANNA OBAMA as ANN and ANNA? She also says...'Mary called her ANNA, which proved to us that she knew Stanley Ann Dunham' ?
ALL THAT PROVES IS THAT MARY BABYSAT FOR THE WOMAN WHO WAS LISTED IN THE POLK DIRECTORY...AND IT WAS CHARLETTE WHO TURNED HER INTO SOMEONE ELSE.
Mary stated that the Seattle Times tried to pressure her into stating that Ann left the baby in Hawaii.
OCTOBER 2008 ARTICLE LINK
That's what Rick Anderson wrote in October 2008:
Meanwhile, Obama's mother, whose parents Madelyn and Stanley Dunham had moved here from Kansas a decade earlier, left Mercer Island in 1960. But she returned to live in Seattle around 1962, after Barack was born in August 1961, leaving her husband, Kenya-born Barack Sr., and his newborn namesake in Hawaii. She lived on Capitol Hill and enrolled at the University of Washington.
And there's that seven months again. Get it? Only this time there's NO CHILD.
Ann told her that she was 19 years old. She remembered that because she was about the same age. Mary was actually born seven years before Stanley Ann Dunham. She said that she didn't know her that well, since it was only three months and she was usually working or going to school in the evenings after 4:30, but did state that she was very pro-0bama because he believed in the same things as his mother. She stated that her husband, Joseph Toutonghi graduated in the spring of 1962 and they bought a house and moved. She first said that she didn't know why she left her husband, but later said that Ann told her that her husband was leaving her because he had to marry a black woman or he would lose his postion in the tribe in Kenya. Does she look like a black woman?
The continued use of three names in attempting to create the impression that the woman was Stanley Ann Dunham needs to be seen for what it is, a deliberate repeated attempt to establish ONE ID out of more than one person. I've never fallen for it, and can't follow why anyone else would. She can't be ANNA and ANN and STANLEY ANN and 'she' can't have a baby that was conceived while 'she' was still in high school, and then show up in Seattle with or WITHOUT a child in January 1961, and have articles written about the events which contradict each other; one says she showed up in early 1962 and the child was seven months old. The enrollment for the U of WA information must have been prepared in a panic!
ANNA OBAMA must have been the student. ANNA enrolled at the U of WA after the birth of her child in January, and the 'transcript' details you see are an amalgum of Stanley Ann from Mercer and the student ANN S OBAMA at the U of HI.
ANNA OBAMA sounds just like the girl Neil Abercrombie described, young and naive, totally in awe of the kenyan whom she sat beside and listened to without saying much; and that sounds nothing like Stanley Ann Dunham, whom her 'classmate' Chip Wall described as the 'original feminist'. ANNA OBAMA may have believed the kenyan when he told her he would have to take a tribal wife (he already had one and two children by her) But STANLEY ANN DUNHAM wouldn't have been that stupid, her 'best friends' tell us how brilliant she was...
The very first attempt at blending the three names comes from 'Dreams' I've posted the excerpt on FR before. I'll post it again in a seperate comment box.
EXCERPT - how Stanley Ann Dunham became ANN AND ANNA.
“Well, this particular time they arrived in one piece, and they got out and stood at the railing to admire the view. And Barack, he was puffing away on this pipe that I’d given him for his birthday, pointing out all the sights with the stem, like a sea captain-” “Your father was really proud of this pipe,” my mother interrupts again. “He’d smoke it all night while he studied, and sometimes-”
“Look, Ann, do you want to tell the story or are you going to let me finish?” “Sorry, Dad. Go ahead.” “Anyway, this poor fella-he was another African student, wasn’t he? Fresh off the boat. This poor kid must’ve been impressed with the way Barack was holding forth with this pipe, ’cause he asked if he could give it a try. Your dad thought about it for a minute, and finally agreed, and as soon as the fella took his first puff, he started coughing up a fit. Coughed so hard that the pipe slipped out of his hand and dropped over the railing, a hundred feet down the face of the cliff.” Gramps stops to take another nip from his flask before continuing. “Well, now, your dad was gracious enough to wait until his friend stopped coughing before he told him to climb over the railing and bring the pipe back. The man took one peek down this ninety-degree incline and told Barack that he’d buy him a replacement-” “Quite sensibly,” Toot says from the kitchen. (We call my grandmother Tutu, Toot for short; it means “grandparent” in Hawaiian, for she decided on the day I was born that she was still too young to be called Granny.) Gramps scowls but decides to ignore her.
“-but Barack was adamant about getting his pipe back, because it was a gift and couldn’t be replaced. So the fella took another look, and shook his head again, and that’s when your dad picked him clear off the ground and started dangling him over the railing!” Gramps lets out a hoot and gives his knee a jovial slap. As he laughs, I imagine myself looking up at my father, dark against the brilliant sun, the transgressor’s arms flailing about as he’s held aloft. A fearsome vision of justice. “He wasn’t really holding him over the railing, Dad,” my mother says, looking to me with concern, but Gramps takes another sip of whiskey and plows forward. “At this point, other people were starting to stare, and your mother was begging Barack to stop. I guess Barack’s friend was just holding his breath and saying his prayers. Anyway, after a couple of minutes, your dad set the man back down on his feet, patted him on the back, and suggested, calm as you please, that they all go find themselves a beer. And don’t you know, that’s how your dad acted for the rest of the tour-like nothing happened. Of course, your mother was still pretty upset when they got home. In fact, she was barely talking to your dad. Barack wasn’t helping matters any, either, ’cause when your mother tried to tell us what had happened he just shook his head and started to laugh.
‘Relax, Anna,’ he said to her-your dad had this deep baritone, see, and this British accent.” My grandfather tucks his chin into his neck at this point, to capture the full effect. “ ‘Relax, Anna,’ he said. ‘I only wanted to teach the chap a lesson about the proper care of other people’s property!’ ”
