dali48 and writing books and cycling and photographing in Wickrath etc.
see Golden G. Snow died, 7.3.2024, condolence, 9.3. by dali48
There was a lot of trouble, and it seemed happening around me. I have to be honest that I do not remember too much but will attempt to remember me as much as I can... They say we can have a selecting memory, and maybe I have chosen to leave it behind me. My youngest son suffered the most because he was living in part off my home. His father was living downstairs. Every evening he asked him to go out with him to see what I was doing.
Father McDonald told me he was always in the mall watching me from across the hall from the store and followed when I went to lunch but I never have seen him. I remember one day I looked out, and he sat on the bench in front of the store, was crying and his shoulders were shaking. I went out and told him that he would have to leave because he was not supposed to be near me. He grabbed my hand and started begging me to come home. I remember I said something that made him mad, and he left. He was really angry. The staff called the Father, and he came over to the store to bring me home. He said: "You have to move into the city, you are too far outside in order to be alone."
I loved the old school house and said: "Maybe later." Again he felt that he should stay for the night. I told him that he was a priest, and it was not right. He left...
Golden Snow "How can I thank you for all your hard work dali48. Everything is so perfect ... you are a marvelous teacher ... thank you for your patience ..."
Donnerstag, 4. Dezember 2014
12.07.2018 - The Snow Dance Part 94 etc. by Golden Snow
Father McDonald told me he was always in the mall watching me from across the hall from the store and followed when I went to lunch but I never have seen him. I remember one day I looked out, and he sat on the bench in front of the store, was crying and his shoulders were shaking. I went out and told him that he would have to leave because he was not supposed to be near me. He grabbed my hand and started begging me to come home. I remember I said something that made him mad, and he left. He was really angry. The staff called the Father, and he came over to the store to bring me home. He said: "You have to move into the city, you are too far outside in order to be alone."
I loved the old school house and said: "Maybe later." Again he felt that he should stay for the night. I told him that he was a priest, and it was not right. He left...
Golden Snow "How can I thank you for all your hard work dali48. Everything is so perfect ... you are a marvelous teacher ... thank you for your patience ..."
