Fire Medford, Phoenix, Talent, Oregon. I lost everything

Stop! You don’t have a clue

Like I didn’t know that?

Who are you? Let me die in peace.

I’m done here. LET me die in peace.

Like most phony Christian zealots, you would rather I stay around and suffer until I don’t know who or where I am?

Your deity is a tyrant.

I know who and what I am, what I have done and what I have failed to do; no illusions. Once there was a man who rebuked me in futile presumptions; I do the same thing for you now. That is worth more than all your earthly possessions. The most valuable thing I have in all the world is my love for the Holy One of Israel. No one can take that from me.

Once you lost everything! Try5 times! I’m tired! I’m sick! Don’t talk to me about starting over! I’ve had 5 homes taken from me! Im77 years old and I constant pain and isolated and never see a familiar face!

Call the legal aid types (my reply 215) and ask about the law mentioned in my reply:

https://freerepublic.com/focus/bloggers/3883218/posts?page=214#214

OMG, I’m so sorry, Aunt B!

I’m glad that you are Ok, but that is just crazy. I won’t annoy you with conspiracy theories but I’m pretty certain that the fire was deliberately set.

Oh carp! - I should have checked the date of the original post. Still a bad thing, but it was 5 years ago.

You have no right to remove my last post.

BAN ME! FR SOLD US OUT FOR 15 YEARS PUSHING OPEN BORDERS!

FR is full of unAmerican traitors!

I can’t believe I once believed any of this crap. You contributed a big share to my decision to commit suicide.

I wish more than anything that that there’s a God in heaven and he loves you as much as you believe he does!

See you in hell.

https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/4331235/posts
Disappointment brings discouragement. Constant failure to realize our plans or expectations will cause us to lose confidence and hope, and inability to handle disappointment becomes a great tool.
The following story, given to me by a friend and mentor 45 years ago, written by Walter Knight, illustrates.

Discouragement

It was advertised that the Devil was going to put his tools up for sale.
On the day of the sale the tools were placed for public inspection,
each being marked with its sale price.

They were a treacherous lot of implements....
Hatred, Envy, Jealousy, Deceit, Lying, Pride, and so on comprised the outfit.
Laid apart from the rest was a harmless looking tool,
well worn, and priced very high.

“What is the name of this tool?”
asked one of the purchasers, pointing to it.

“That is discouragement” tersely replied the Devil.

“Why have you priced it so high?”

“Because it is more useful to me than the others.
I can pry open and get inside a man’s heart with that,
when I cannot get near him with other tools.
Once I get inside, I can make him do what I choose.
It is badly worn because I use it on almost everyone,
since few people know it belongs to me.”

One last thing. I have messaged a dozen moderators, the Robinsons begging for the photos from this thread. I have nothing left after the Almeda fire. I didn’t get one response. People offer “help”.

Being ignored is the result.

https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/862031/posts?page=3#3

Being ignored is the result.

Learn something from this in John 11:

[1] Now a certain man was sick, named Lazarus, of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha.
[2] (It was that Mary which anointed the Lord with ointment, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.)
[3] Therefore his sisters sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick.
[4] When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
[5] Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.
[6] When he had heard therefore that he was sick, he abode two days still in the same place where he was.
[7] Then after that saith he to his disciples, Let us go into Judaea again.
[8] His disciples say unto him, Master, the Jews of late sought to stone thee; and goest thou thither again?
[9] Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world.
[10] But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
[11] These things said he: and after that he saith unto them, Our friend Lazarus sleepeth; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep.
[12] Then said his disciples, Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well.
[13] Howbeit Jesus spake of his death: but they thought that he had spoken of taking of rest in sleep.
[14] Then said Jesus unto them plainly, Lazarus is dead.
[15] And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, to the intent ye may believe; nevertheless let us go unto him.
[16] Then said Thomas, which is called Didymus, unto his fellowdisciples, Let us also go, that we may die with him.
[17] Then when Jesus came, he found that he had lain in the grave four days already.
[18] Now Bethany was nigh unto Jerusalem, about fifteen furlongs off:
[19] And many of the Jews came to Martha and Mary, to comfort them concerning their brother.
[20] Then Martha, as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming, went and met him: but Mary sat still in the house.
[21] Then said Martha unto Jesus, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
[22] But I know, that even now, whatsoever thou wilt ask of God, God will give it thee.
[23] Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again.
[24] Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day.
[25] Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
[26] And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?
[27] She saith unto him, Yea, Lord: I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God, which should come into the world.
[28] And when she had so said, she went her way, and called Mary her sister secretly, saying, The Master is come, and calleth for thee.
[29] As soon as she heard that, she arose quickly, and came unto him.
[30] Now Jesus was not yet come into the town, but was in that place where Martha met him.
[31] The Jews then which were with her in the house, and comforted her, when they saw Mary, 
that she rose up hastily and went out, followed her, saying, She goeth unto the grave to weep there.
[32] Then when Mary was come where Jesus was, and saw him, she fell down at his feet, saying unto him, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
[33] When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled,
[34] And said, Where have ye laid him? They said unto him, Lord, come and see.
[35] Jesus wept.
[36] Then said the Jews, Behold how he loved him!
[37] And some of them said, Could not this man, which opened the eyes of the blind, have caused that even this man should not have died?
[38] Jesus therefore again groaning in himself cometh to the grave. It was a cave, and a stone lay upon it.
[39] Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, 
by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.
[40] Jesus saith unto her, Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of God?
[41] Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid. And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me.
[42] And I knew that thou hearest me always: but because of the people which stand by I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me.
[43] And when he thus had spoken, he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth.
[44] And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes: and his face was bound about with a napkin. 
Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go.
[45] Then many of the Jews which came to Mary, and had seen the things which Jesus did, believed on him.

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A Few of FR's Finest.....
......Every Day

FR is a Treasure Trove of talented, compassionate, patriotic, wonderful people who gather every day to discuss the latest news and issues; salute and support our military and our leaders; tell a few jokes; learn a new word; write poetry; pray for those in need; and congratulate those who are deserving. Thank you, Jim Robinson, for giving us the vehicle in which we can express ourselves.

Free Republic made its debut in September, 1996, and the forum was added in early 1997. I can remember lurking when there were only a few regulars who posted, and now there are over 60,000 who have registered for posting privileges. The forum is read daily by tens of thousands of concerned citizens and patriots from all around the country and the world.

A Few of FR's Finest November 11, 2001

So many people have written me since my original Veteran's Day Tribute, asking how they, or a loved one, could be included in that tribute. Since I can no longer add the photos to the body of the thread, I've been including them in additional posts as I received enough to make another collage.

Still that doesn't seem to be enough. I think there's never been a better nor more appropriate time to keep the faces of our own Veterans and Active Military in front of FReepers--every day! That's why I wanted to do yet another Daily Thread .....ABOUT FReepers .....and FOR FReepers. But not only about our Military FReepers; for all FReepers! Wouldn't it be nice to get to know a few of the other FReepers as well? That's why, in addition to seeing FR's Finest Military Personnel every day, I thought it might be fun to feature a different FReeper (or FReepers) each day. If you would like to be pictured, or know someone who would, please FReepmail me and we'll turn the spotlight - on YOU - for the day!

And do let me know if you'd like your picture added to the groups of Veterans/Active Military below. I will keep this page updated, and continue to add them to the comment section of the original Veteran's Day thread as well.

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TOP: g'nad, AgThorn's son Justin, SLB, AgThorn's son Brett.
MIDDLE: fish70, razorback-bert, CheneyChick,Leroy S Mort, Mark17.
BOTTOM: Terry's Take, Taxman, DinkyDau.

TOP: ValerieUSA's son Grant, SK1Thurman, kd5cts, RangerVetNam,
dansangel and .45man's son-in-law Tony
BOTTOM: rangerX, Old China Hand, Trish, Howlin's dad, Mustang

TOP: ohioWfan's son, MamaBear's father-in-law, MamaBear's dad, ladtx
MIDDLE: The Mayor's niece, M.Kehoe, Beach_Babe's son-in-law
BOTTOM: deadhead's dad, HiJinx, Severa's hubby, viligantcitizen's granddad.

TOP: spectr17, RightOnline, SERE_Doc, Tet68.
MIDDLE: FutureSnakeEater, RightOnline's wife, CIApilot, Clamper1797
BOTTOM: usmcobra, onedoug, DiverDave, Joe6-pack

We now have eleven groups of veterans/active military; we will post each group of three or four twice a week, with thumbnail/links of the remaining seven or eight groups on each thread. Click on any of the thumbnails below to see the group full-size.

GROUP 1A: TOP: Logos, SwedeGirl's hubby, Neil E Wright, FallGuy, 1John, Sneakypete MIDDLE: T'wit, COB1, LadyX, Dick Bachert, 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub BOTTOM: YankeeinSC, Delta21, JoeSixPack1

GROUP 2A: TOP: Bosniajmc, AFVetGal, Archy, A Navy Vet MIDDLE: 4TheFlag, Aeronaut, 68Grunt, Xinga BOTTOM: Codger, AAABest, Clinton's A Liar, Duke809, dcwusmc

GROUP 3A: TOP: mc5cents, Norb2569, LBGA's son, VanJenerette MIDDLE: Jim Robinson, KJenerette, davidosborne, KG9Kid BOTTOM: gwmoore, Equality7-2521, SAMWolf

GROUP 4A: TOP: porgygirl, Phil V., MudPuppy, NorCoGOP MIDDLE: RaceBannon, OneidaM, rdb3, jwTexian BOTTOM: USMC Vet, TheMayor, Vineyard, rhododogma

GROUP 9A: TOP: Q6-God, Scan59, Mama Bear and JKPhoto's son, ofMagog. MIDDLE: Big'ol_freeper, JustAmy's great uncle, Prodigal Son. BOTTOM: JustAmy's husband, JustAmy's brother-in-law, JustAmy's brother.

GROUP 10A: TOP: dakine's wife, MeeknMing's dad, Auntbee's nephew, MilitiaMan7, AlasBabylon. BOTTOM: Joe Brower, Temple Owl, Temple Owl's wife, dutchess' dad, Aomagrat.

GROUP 11A: TOP: ladtx #2 son; DiverDave's twin Don; petuniasevan and husband poorman; Mustard; ladtx #1 son. BOTTOM: AlamoGirl's brother Floyd; AG's dad; AG's brother Jim (inset); WVNan's husband; ladtx' Aunt Eva.

The "Bucket Brigade", Klamath Falls, Oregon, May, 2001 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Moments of Our Lives

AuntB, circa 1949

Though she's changed a bit since this photo was taken, many of you will recognize our Finest FReeper today, as she's been an active FReeper since October 15, 1998. AuntB (aka Billie) and I share the same given name, but it's not the only thing she and I have in common: both of us love the beauty of flowers, and one of her many interests (outside of politics) is flower arranging:

"I've done the weddings for every kid that grew up around here and made some pretty good money at it too! That business kind of went by the wayside when I got buried in this land rights mess and my health went to heck."

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I love the way she starts her story; it begins:
"It is said there are 'moments' that define our lives.
Ive given that some thought and believe its true,
and in those 'moments', there are often people."

Here are some of those moments, and people, who touched her life.

Free Republic Washington DC Rally
Fall, 1998

Im a certified information junkie. It doesnt matter what Im doing; Ive got a radio on, or Im peeking at a book, researching a report, or watching C-Span ... as I was that day when there flashed on the screen a gorgeous creature named Connie Hair (Clinton's A Liar) reading an essay from some internet group named Free Republic. Shortly she introduced Jesse Peterson, a familiar face. Five years earlier, Jesse, some other good citizens, and I joined in a protest in my home town.

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I dont like computers, but I was obliged to get one to do medical research, and when the person who helped me set it up asked if Id like a "news chat", I declined. I had no need for a bunch of geeks with nothing better to do than talk to strangers about current events that they probably didnt understand. For my needs, a group of like-minded activists in my area, my typewriter, my telephone, and my fax machine had always served me well - until I saw that rally on TV that quiet Sunday afternoon.

I made a lot of mistakes when I first joined FR - on a machine that I had no idea how to operate! (I hope the posters who suffered them have forgiven me; I didnt read the rules until about a month ago.)

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Ive never had any complaints about my behavior in public. My Mama taught me the kind of manners that dont need policy rules; they're good enough anywhere. I've used the ones she learned from her God and the ones I've learned along the way so far.

These are the Rules: A Baker's Dozen

Many are borrowed; it's hard to improve on perfection. I'm pulling a Ghandi here as well. He once said to judge him by his most recent comments; that he, too, may learn some things and change his mind on a given subject!

Protect the innocent.
Never ask someone to do something that you are not willing to do yourself.
Leave it like you found it, or make it better.
Keep your promises and pay your bills - on time.
Silence IS consent.
Slavery didnt happen because people are black or white. Evil isnt particular about color.
Be careful what you wish for.
NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU THAT YOU CANT MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
Greed is more devastating than poverty.
Your rights stop where my nose starts.
You are only as strong as what you stand next to, that from which you draw your strength.
Youth and strength are no match for old age and treachery.
Never try to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and annoys the pig!! (this is the one I can't seem to get right!)

Mr. Larry Brunette
McLoughlin Junior High
Medford, Oregon, 1961

Mr. Brunette was my seventh grade American History teacher. He was a reserved, distinguished man, until he came alive with the very spirit of the founding fathers. Losing his wife and son several years before in an auto accident, he dedicated the rest of his life to teaching American History. I can still close my eyes and smile as I see him standing there, looking every bit the 19th Century English butler - complete with tie, vest, watch fob, and manicured mustache. Mr. Brunette made "How A Bill Becomes A Law" almost a spiritual experience.

William Cicero Nix

I didnt appreciate the political genius that my father was until a few years ago, and I am thankful for the 15 short years that I spent knowing him. Somehow, in spite of being a precocious child, I managed to listen and remember much of what he tried to teach me. I never met anyone who read to the extent he did. There was much I couldnt absorb at the time, and he would say, "Youll understand someday." He was mostly correct, but I fail yet to understand any mans subjugation of another.

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TV came to Southern Oregon in 1954, and our family was one of the first in line to haul the monster home. (Yes, Ronald Reagan really did sell soap.) It was the first I saw of the Jewish Holocaust by Nazi Germany. I asked my father to tell me why people would walk silently to their death and not fight for freedom. The one thing he could not do was assure me it couldn't happen again if we failed to learn anything from it.

Politics and history were the passion and conversation in our home, with Mama to balance it out with a good dose of "ol time religion" and compassion. Vacations were cultural tours, whether it was the desert in New Mexico, the OK Corral, or a State Capitol.

Daddy was raised by his Cherokee Indian grandmother, and one of the values he learned from her was to love and respect the land, all its creatures, and other people's rights. He instilled these values in me as well. My father was laid to rest only two weeks before President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

My Brother Bill

I dont have a brother named Bill, but there have been times when I imagined such a scenario. Daddy was a salesman and he was charming. I started doing some research on my family around 1990, and to my surprise, Daddy often seemed to be in the same places as Bill Clintons mother. I even have relatives from Malvern, Arkansas, named Kelly. I asked a nephew once what he would do if he found out he was related to Bill Clinton. He said he would slit his own throat. Thats about the reaction I felt, so I never carried the investigation very far.

I had done so much better in my life than poor ol Bubba that Id hate to make him feel like the black sheep of the family. Bill Clinton didnt own a home until someone bought him one. I worked and paid mine off by the time I was 45. Ive never been accused of a crime, much less lied under oath. I had much better looking kids. I gave blood, Bill sold other peoples, after it was contaminated. I divorced a much nicer person than the one hes stuck with. If I shake my finger at you and say, "I never had sexual relations with that woman!", its the truth! And I was never impeached.

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Daddy said you couldnt pick your relatives anyway and sometimes you were better off leaving them behind and never looking back. I wouldnt speak to Bill Clinton if he were my twin. I decided, why bother?

There is an old fable about the tree of life. Each of us is a leaf. You can trade your leaf for any other leaf on the tree; trade lives with any one you could imagine. If I ever start feeling sorry for myself, I stop and realize that Im blessed to have my leaf; I've never found another Id be willing to exchange it for. Brother Bill needs to finally shut up and get a life.

Apprenticeship

Our high school had a "scholarship" for juniors, created by a local couple for a student nominated by teachers. Mr. and Mrs. Ray paid me to work in their insurance/real estate office. They were in reality, retired, with a few select clients. Most of the hours of that year were spent with me reading out loud or typing script of books written by Will Rogers, Emerson, Ayn Rand, the founders of our nation, just to name a few.

I got to meet Wayne Morse, the outspoken Senator, and learned about government. The depth of knowledge of those two fine people cannot be properly expressed. They taught me more church history than most people ever learn outside a religious institution; not just theirs, but all of them. To my knowledge, only three girls got to experience this tutorage before Mr. Ray died suddenly at the end of that year. I claim, with pride, membership to that fraternity and have wished that such an education were available to more. Mostly, they taught me that there really are "good" souls out there.

Conrad

At 24 years of age, after a few years of hit and miss college classes and starting a family, I landed a job at our local Credit Bureau. It was there I cultivated an addiction as an information junkie and became active in politics. You can thank Senator William Proxmire for making paper work impossible and no longer being able to collect a legitimate bill.

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The FBI would come to me and my staff when they couldnt find someone. For those of you suddenly concerned about Law Enforcement and the Patriot Act getting into your financial records, there's nothing new here.

We got it right. We had to. When an occasional fanatic had an application turned down because he had a lousy credit history, I was the person who dealt with him face to face; more than once I engaged someone with a gun and a BAD attitude. Still we managed to respect the privacy of all concerned. We got it right and we did it without computers.

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My interest continued into more of the consumer advocacy realm. For a time I wrote a column in a small local newspaper. I was Conrad - an acronym for CONsumerRightsADvocate. This advocacy has followed me through every job and endeavor. People in need usually found me. It didnt pay the bills, but Im gratified for the opportunity to set things right once in a while. Sometimes the little guy wins.

The Dumpster

Museum in Papeete',Tahiti, March 1985

A church in Papette', March 1985
I spent 1985 and 1986 in Portland being the good corporate wife; entertaining foreign businessmen and CEOs, opening retail stores, hosting conventions, and traveling to places like Tahiti and Puerto Villarta.
A medical clinic asked me to be their credit manager; one day I was eating lunch on the outside patio lounge of the clinic when another employee informed me that the dumpster four feet away was full of aborted fetus's.

For the first time, I had to leave a job for ethical reasons. They thought I was deranged; it was just business, after all. There are more abortions performed than are reported or that most people realize; also a common practice is to use another diagnosis so the insurance companies might more readily pay.

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Before long, it was time to come home to Southern Oregon, where - in just a few short years - many things had changed. Thousands had moved into this beautiful area; they wanted to make new rules about who the rest of us are and how we should live our lives and how to use our land. They brought with them their crime and their enlightened notions.

Well be fighting that battle for a while longer, but weve also made some headway with the help of good citizens such as I found on Free Republic: the good stewards of our nation. Every time (and there were many) in the past four-plus years that I've put out the call for help for my neighbors, so many of you answered again and again. You know who you are, and I will be forever grateful to have been a part of it all. ~AuntB

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Klamath Falls, Oregon, May, 2001 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Most all of us share our home and our hearts with at least one little four-legged critter, and AuntB said hers is the "greatest little mutt anyone ever shared a home with!" This photo was taken in the Fall of 2000, in her backyard. Please meet Regis Halfling:

And finally, if you will, step back a "Moment in Time" and imagine meeting AuntB in the 19th Century. No Shrinking Violet, as you can see! But would you want her any other way? :)

Costume Party, Halloween, 2000

Congratulations, AuntB!
Today's Finest FReeper

THIS WEEK'S THREADS

03-10-03 Dog Gone

Opinions by our own 'King of Ping'

The guy's good, folks!

Thanks, Mixer!

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You are an American Cherokee Indian:

“Daddy was raised by his Cherokee Indian grandmother”

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Been thinking about you. You are one strong woman.

You’re doing a great job finding all the links and history. Thank you from just a FReeper on the sidelines.