from my baby book

according to my baby book, i was born at 2:15 AM, on June 27, 1956. name was David Lynn, the doctor's name was Dr. White. Place Iowa City, IA; godparents were Mr. & Mrs Robert E. Moorehead (wife's name was Tootie). i was 7lb 6oz, 21-1/4"

other notes in the baby book:

baby had completed formula-feeding until July 31, 1956.
baby was first fed with a spoon at 1 month 4 days.
baby was fed with a cup at 4 months 18 days.

and then this gem under ABOUT TEETH.
you bit me Jan 1, 1957. just about could see the teeth - on top over to the side. now you want to bite everything including my face. so cute!

judge for yourself. at http://www.flickr.com/photos/masoncitylife/3456711889/

and then there's morel.

baby first sat up steadily on December 26, 1956.

here we go. baby's first christmas:
2 days short of 6 months.
don't know how you knew it was christmas, but you were up at 5:am. granny & i helpd open most of your gifts tho, you tried so hard with one that rattled (you got it open to!) you received lost of nice presents and I sure had fun playhing with them (with ou that is). cried, first time i bought home tree tho it didn't bother you once it was decorated.

gifts: white shoes from Florence Leary (neighbor), rattle (shape of word baby)j frogreat-aunt bernice and uncle earl, 2 pair of sox, and dog squeeker from Gene. John and George (cousins), stuffed lamb from Kim, Chip, Carol Ann (cousins)Minnie Mouse squeeker, from Granny, donald duck sqeeker from gennis, gary, & diane (cousins), something tipper cup from great aunt maggie, wooden blocks, frog. there was another thing there in the baby book, but i jus couldn't read my mom's handwriting. so i'm turning the page.

OUTTINGS

iowa city to mason city (july 5, 1956), mason city to marshalltown (oct. 21, 1956), marshalltown to mason city (oct. 28, 1956), mason city to waterloo and back (mother's day, 1958.

there there this under it:

your first trip was home from iowa city. son ??? & you slept all the way. took most of 6 hours & i worried at first that you'd cry then because you didn't wake, even to eat, mommy sure was proud of you cause you were so good.

awwww

there's more:

TOYS
your first toy was a terry cloth bambie. mommie made in iowa city. stuffed dog from mary smith. mommie got some plastic bells for your crib & at first you had no time at all for them. cause you were only five weeks old. also got some bright colored, rubber, teethin beads which you'd lay and lookat for long time. kept wandering what you were thinking just a layin the lookin.

A telephone rattle when you were 3 months old. sometimes you'd shake it so hard & then hit yourself in the face & scare yourself. My what a face you'd make.

FIRST BIRTHDAY

blue sweater - great aunt maggie
yellow shirt & sox from dennis gary & diane, gene, john & george (cousins). plastic pail & ablocks from great aunt bernice, and uncle earl. dial telephone from granny, 2 little cars, from phyllis graham (woman mommie works with at Barny's) (her handwriting isn't that great). rockin horse, 4' wading pool, beach bal, plastic pail & scoop small ball with 3 balls. set of interlocking plastic blocks, small ball with 3 balls floating inside of it, all from mommie.

SECOND BIRTHDAY

big boat - daddy; dump truck - animals - hackboard from mommie & daddy, tracktor from dennis, gary & diane. 3pr socks from gene, john & georgie, 1 shorts & 2 candy bars from pearl (neighbor), $1 and cloth book from great aunt maggie, $1 from great aunt leta (who i never met with rememberance), $.25 from aunt betty & family, paint truck book from grandma reynolds.

there's more writing in the back page, but i can't decipher it at all. and i'm usually am pretty good about it. i'm getting hungry.

so that pretty much wraps up my baby book entries.

all good things come to an end

it is with deep regret that i tell you this will be the last post.  i expect google/blogger to reclaim this, and the other blogs i have soon, so i just wanted to stop by and say good bye.  you can still find me on the net, just go to http://blog.farpoint.org.

still around

i gotta post one so they keep this on the active side of things. but i just went down memory lane, and it was serious. serious stuff. more later. i'm just happy that it's still here. i could try and pick up where i left off, but i think i'll be missing some diaries during those yezrs. let me see what i can do about that.l getting all those books (http://www.farpoint.org/theQ.jpg) online would really make my day.

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dragon look familiar?

Read more about what we did back in the 1980's. oh the stories i could tell could fill a book. :) You can read more HERE

Time out

i think i'm gonna need a good time-out from doing all this transcribing. not that it gets harder to do, it just the more i try reading script that was written by a man goosed out of his mind on meth. c'mON. anyway, the posts are just that. posts of pages in my diaries. connotations are marked by three > symbols.

Februrary 11, 1989

"fading away"
double hip triph hop
new music
MKMEL
friday AM

been up for two days, almost, since thursday, 10+. Pd, $1854 from gallagher - 25R, 125 16thmade a 92, yes. i lost 92, to my knowledgeand best recollection i started with a

September 17, 1988

there's no need for history here. it seems the future is history.

i am still high from i dont know when. the mind can and will play funny sort of things and skew the perspective so, it's hard to handle at times. i think i'm even higher than a week ago in terms of emotional. sometimes compare it to a faucet -- one that's a little rusty, leaky and about to fall apart.

JC - yes, JC. there are no words for this. Insurance wouldn't matter. A shame. Time will have her way. Almost 0130, but nope. soon. it's not a waste; just difficult. gas doesn't help either there IS a light at the end of the tunnel. it is definitely karma. there are also many angles -- it could go for a little sand paper.

Truth is tha basis for most interactions, if not all. good, bad, is judgmental and should only be considered in context. it should have no problem with this. yeah, oh kaye. there exists within reliaty a stereotype - human if you will.

Difference makes a whole.

we can only be one - at a time. the continuum of space & time is bound bound by the spirit of greavity. there is always a direction. Out, in, up, down, forward, backward, everywhere, no where, like, uh phonenet, plug in and go. connected.

teacher. a sign of truth. brains has what lacks in the heart -- only the heart can be without brains. neither can be reparated without spirit to gain of love is like none other. And love is defined. with in sound and light waves of color are keeping tiome. evolution is a law. (0707.57)

October 13, 1988

on the road to self destruct
no detours
no red lights
in the fast lane
lookin' hot. seeing music, roxy music
singin my life gone.

January 19, 1989

it was a big surprise to run into Jerry. it would take time to evaluate the differences of 3 months.

there seems strikingly similarities, yet a ositive undertone. Yet, there is little abasis for the truth of doubt automatic sensing can do what it should in both darkness and light.

procedure is of upmost importance. a common crossing will make for good judgement. a flow of the three, whom it may be referred to as G O D sets the soul aflame, the brain ecletric, and the body to time.

1. He remembered almost verbatim what i taught him. that's special. there has never been one --

2. application presents a unique opportunity to perpetuate a sense of one force.

3. a comprehensive study of degrees in difference - difference - relatial timing

4. thinking - trying to become aware

5. knowing - being very aware.

6. teaching - be aware

this fell from a oneness in unconditional resource -- an after effect to wish for. (2145.10)

September 18, 1988

what a day. i'm laying in bed, alone, trying to go to sleep.l yeah, oh kaye. it's D-Day, JC and i had a real, kinda, personal talk about issues that concerned our relationship. except, nothing really solid resulted. rather it was like an interview. at 0130, he left. i'm uneasy about this. really.

after pleaqding for favors throughout the day, i would have thought we could have had a good nite's sleep with each other. yeah, oh kaye. this is a distressing matter. what can be done to change the situation? ground rules need to be applied or something that stabilizes this behavioral need.

i'm always hopeful that things will work out. even if the hope is filled with stress and uncertainty. it's bordering on forceful compliance, which cannot happen.

i guess i'd feel better about it all if there was more concerned communications. there is a minute, actually moderate compulsion to play fire with fire. hurt me, and i'll hurt you. but that type of response only snowballs. so then, what is the remedy? diminish the opportunity? yeah, oh kaye. a new approach.

i'd like to believe that once the drugs resolve, things could clear up and be done w/o the x-tra concentration. fingers are crossed. (0456)