Picture is it worth a 1,000 words???

I am from the world that still used phones to talk on, records to listen to music and most of all cameras… real old fashion cameras… and I have had a few and no clue how to use any of them, for real… but I love playing with them and learning….

In the day when you took a picture, if it wasn’t from one of those instant cameras that printed out the worse ever pictures… you had to wait until your film got developed and sent back to the store… and you could never wait to get out to the car to look at them, nope, you opened them right then and there, just to see if you caught anyone with their panties down…. figure of speech…. maybe…

I have a lot of pictures…. they are in a box, packed away… and while living in Arkansas, I borrowed all the pictures my mother had and I spent a week back in 84, scanning in every picture onto an external hard drive…

When my memories were triggered by the Texas shooting, I got on my PC and started looking at those pictures…. there are very few of me, but the ones I did find from my childhood, I have shared, you may not be able to see the bruising on the child, but my professional Nero photo program can…. some of those pictures will be used in the book… as evidence of domestic violence… and the way people are dropping dead around me, I will be able to use names, instead inferring to people…. Morbid huh… 

If you don’t have a sense of humor, when you are going through this, gee I don’t know what to tell you… I have made a point of having laughter in my life and always have… I don’t intend to stop now…

Why did I write this you are wondering, did she get off track… no, I didn’t… I was looking at a picture I have of my sister on Japan, when we lived in base housing at Johnson AFB… Trying to find a connection any connection and all I got was emptiness…. no connection of any kind… mom made sure of that….

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….Margie…

Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....