Self Portrait

 

Rumors On Fathers Day

 My stepsister Diane told me that my father told my stepmother that she could be buried under a tree, and no one would ever know it. My stepmother divorced my father, and she remarried and lived a long, good life.

My father told a family member in Berea, Kentucky that you could bury a person under a tree and know one would ever know.  It was not a serious talk it was just a conversation.

A family member living near or in San Gabriel, California told me that there was a rumor that a woman was buried under a tree in San Gabriel, California.

I do not think my father was not capable of doing anything like that, rage and murder yes, but hiding a body under a tree that would not be found, no.

My grandfather Pablo yes, he was capable of something like that and as a responsible father and leader of a large family, he rode with Francisco "Pancho" Villa then moved to San Gabriel and got a job working for Henry E. Huntington at his home in San Marino, California. Now known as the Huntington Library  and Gardens. My Grandfather was an excellent gardener.

I wrote the Huntington Library and asked them if they knew of my grandfather and one man wrote me back and they said my grandfather had a type A personality and they let him do as he pleased in the gardens.

My grandfather sometimes worked at night planting trees at the Huntington Library Gardens, and he hired his crews which was sometimes his sons.

My grandfather also worked at the Mission San Gabriel as a gardener.

Both Gardens are beautiful.

 

 

 

Guardian Angels

 

I do not know why it happens but some people at 16 years old become Guardian Angels. The world never knows why it happens and those human beings never know why it happens. Yes they make it happen and what happens becomes fact and know one knows why or ever remembers what happened.

What happens is whatever happens in front of a Guardian Angel they go back one day in time and whatever happened the next day does not happen and know one ever knows the change.

Not everyone on the planet is a Guardian Angel and I really do not know why that is so. I just know that it happens that way in life.

The Guardian Angels are not here to say what they did or remember what they did, they just go back and life changes for the good the next day.

We are not here to understand as to why that is so?

Muse by Tomas

Thomas Jesus Diaz Married Rebecca Arellanes Then Lied

Rebecca Marriage 7 Nov 1940 • Yuma, Arizona, USA Thomas Jesus Diaz 1919–1997 1 source Explore 1941Age19 Birth of son Thomas Dennis Diaz (1941–) 24 AUG 1941 • Los Angeles, California 1941Age19 Select fact Residence 1941 • Pasadena; San Marino, California, USA 1 source 1942Age20 Birth of daughter Margo Sandra Diaz (1942–1943) 22 Jun 1942 • California 1943Age21 Death of daughter Margo Sandra Diaz (1942–1943) 15 May 1943 • Los Angeles, California 1944Age22 Birth of daughter Margo Sandra Diaz (1944–) 24 SEP 1944 • Los Angeles, CA

Source citation for U.S. World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946 Ancestry recordCitation detailsAssociated factsMedia U.S. World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946 View record Listen and explore Record details Name Thomas Diaz Race White Marital Status Divorced, without dependents (Divorced) Rank Private Birth Year 1919 Nativity State or Country Mexico Citizenship Not Yet a Citizen Residence Los Angeles, California Education 4 years of high school Civil Occupation Semiskilled chauffeurs and drivers, bus, taxi, truck, and tractor Enlistment Date 5 Mar 1943 Enlistment Place Los Angeles, California Service Number 39287125 Branch No branch assignment Component Selectees (Enlisted Men) Source Civil Life Height 88 Weight 079

 

 In July 1945, My mother brought my sister and I  to the Aurelia Arellanes home, her parents home.

She said she was going to look at furniture at a store in San Gabriel, she then disappeared and never came back.
Rafael Arellanes hired a detective to look for her, but there was no trace.
Dennis Diaz was almost 4 years old and Sandy Diaz was less than 1 year old.
Per Betty and Daniel Arellanes. Dianiel was my mother's brother.

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All the time my dad was in the military, Rebecca got no help from my dad.

Todays Diploymacy

I will bomb you to get peace is Donald Trump’s Diploymacy.

Putin’s Diplomacy plan is similar, “I will continue to bomb you until you (Ukraine) give in.”

Iran’s Diplomacy is that we will derail your trains in the United States and bomb your oil tanks with our underground soldiers.

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Israel is fighting Iran's underground Armies and not giving up because of political pressure. The propaganda is shaping the minds of America's youth.

Changing Your Mind at 84 Years Old

 The society we live in is fast paced. So I have found it necessary to change my mind from time to time. When does this happen? Well I move right to the bathroom. In the lower left hand drawer is where my extra minds are stored.

When I worked at the Dams, my mind was filled with water tables, rainfalls, three day predictions, "Yes sir, can we help you?", and other factors that let the river flow free.
My home mind, cleans up around the house, talks to cats, pleases or not pleases Laurel, watches the latest ball games, etc.
My space mind wanders around the house looking at fish tanks, doorknobs, empty bowls, sunrises and sunsets. This last mind is by far the most pleasurable, since pleasure finds its way to the most discreet areas of my body just by laughing and thinking good thoughts.

Golden Comfort

 What Happened to Quality?

What Happened to Quality?
We bought this T- shirt in the Paducah Kentucky Sears store in the 1970's. I outgrew it and put it away.
I wore 5 of these T-shirts for ten years and as I said I outgrew them. Sears quit selling them because they never wore out. They are no holes in them but they are faded a light gray. The labels are almost washed away.
I think their brand name was "Golden Comfort".

Here is a photo of me wearing one of the T-Shirts at Lock and Dam #50 on the Ohio River.

Motor Mouth

 

For 21 years I rarely talked at all and now at 84 I talk too much and they laugh. My brain is corrupt and I should just keep quiet but how?

What should I do with all this nonsense coming out of my mouth?

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So sad my mother left and I was a constant reminder of my mother and my father beat me and his dad laughed. My brain is gone it is full of my life on planet earth. I am at a space. I take up space. The world is around me. I see in color, I feel the pleasure and pain. I used to work but my body says no more work just listen and watch. I talk a lot but the world wants me to be quiet but I cannot stop without effort. Maybe I should go back to where I was at 21.

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Most children are hugged by their mother. My memory of my mother was her giving me a bath in a double deep sink behind a home in San Gabriel. I called my aunt and told her about my memory of my mother and she said it was her giving me a bath and not my mother. So there is no memory of my mother, no hug or love from my mother.

So sad.

And now they want me to be quiet. Out of sight out of mind.

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I do love coffee, honey and cream

 

Annoying Program

 Something I learned about some online programs that automatically load and annoy you as they dominate your computer. As long as you have the Internet these programs just load when your computer comes on. What do I do about their abusive dominate behavior? I thought about how do you remove these programs as there is no way to do so?

My solution was to remove the online plug into the computer. I started my computer and my windows opened up and the program could not load (no Internet). So I knew what the program was and I uninstalled it and made sure that every portion of the program was removed.

I plugged the Internet plug back into my computer and restarted my computer.  No more dominate program, just a normal window with Internet if I wanted to go there.

Where to go

 I stopped moving around the planet. I sit and see, you know like the old man on the bench. I have seen enough to know that work is no longer an issue and the young know nothing but the touch screen.

I was thinking that I have a lot of thoughts on disks. Just repeating the language, I learned as a child. As I grew older more thought were placed before these eyes and ears.

I see on TV this fat blonde fart steal our money and no one cares. People believe his lies as he waves the flag he does not believe in. He is the ultimate preacher that shines his gold in his lair of sprinkling stars.

Heaven Help Us

 If I can wait the money can come my way and put a shine on my clear clean bath.

I ask my body to repair what you can. I sit and rest and my body does what it can. I have faith in the Almighty God and the blessings of my knowledge.

In Iran the old men ask the mothers of the young to give up their son for a place in heaven and the young virgins waiting for them there. So, the mothers give up their sons and send them to battle and sacrifice.

The old men are proud of what they do but are not in harm’s way.

If they can wait the money can come their way and put a shine on their clear clean bath.

If I can wait the money can come my way and put a shine on my clear clean bath.