Look, Mom! Charles Manson Escaped Prison! 😈

Charles Manson

My 12-year-old bulging, blue eyeballs couldn't believe what they were seeing and my finely-tuned ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. Standing before millions of viewers on prime time television, Charles Manson was singing "Softly Whispering I Love You", a beautiful love song, while innocent and unsuspecting backing vocalists accompanied him. The nerve of this murderer! How did he get out of prison after only being locked away a year? The mere sight of this bearded creep made my tender skin crawl. I was going to make sure he was thrown back in the pokey and this time, the key would be flushed down the toilet.

Charles Manson was convicted of masterminding nine brutal murders at four locations in July and August of 1969. While on trial in 1971, he nonchalantly imparted no regrets, "Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?" I needed to make sure Charles didn't go after these trusting singers, too. They had their young lives ahead of them. Still, I was mesmerized by this melodic message of love. My suspicious mind went back and forth like Dr. DoLittle's pushmi-pullyu. Look at the utility-chain necklace Charles is wearing. He could choke someone with that chain or even beat them! What a fake. That's not a cross he's wearing on that stainless steel chain, it's a demonic symbol. 

My mother was in the laundry room bottle feeding a dying calf who was finally standing. I screamed at the top of my lungs for her to come quickly into the living room. She slammed down Calfie's bottle and came running to my rescue. With near delirium, I pointed at the television screen and frantically hollered, "Charles Mansion is going to kill one of his singers! Call the police!"

My mother put her hands on her hips and with frustration declared, "Oh, for cryin' out loud, Deborah! That's not Charles Manson! That's the English Congregation! Now, go outside and find something constructive to do." Within seconds, my heroine's journey came to a screeching halt and it was just another imaginative day in 1972. In reality, I was no more than any other tween-aged country bumpkin.

Brian Keith, The English Congregation

I stumbled outside and began throwing dirt clods at the side of the barn. I threw myself in a heap on a bale of alfalfa hay. Neither of these constructive activities eased me. I needed to connect with an understanding beating heart to regain my footing. Barefoot, I jumped onto the bare back of one of my rescued horses and took him for a swim in the Cottonwood, California Creek. Horsie and I swam against the fierce ocean current while I held on tightly to his neck. The snapping sharks nipped at Horsie's hocks, however, he expertly kicked their gnarly teeth in. Within inches of our lives, we made it safely to our exclusive island. I fell soundly asleep under an oak tree while Horsie's comforting nostrils breathed his heavenly scent over me.

Chesapeake Bay, aka Horsie

A wannabe hero's intended journey is constantly bombarded with obstacles. On the bright side, Charles Manson wasn't headed toward the recording studio and he didn't escape prison after all. 

Deborah

Watch 'Charles' sing the beautiful song here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pt2PnfdqzTg

The Trans-Atlantic TransSexual ~ From Bill to Billie Felice in Only a Day

Photo Courtesy of Google Images

In 1999, I was sitting comfortably with my family on a double-decker 747 in Frankfurt, Germany, awaiting our return flight to San Francisco, California. I wondered who’d occupy the empty seat to my left for the 12-hour flight and was excited at the prospect of an engaging conversation to occupy my time. 💺 My mother used to say, “Deborah, you’ve never met a stranger.” Every seat on the massive airplane was filled with the exception of the one next to me. ✈️

At last, my seatmate arrived. She stood six-feet-two and had a kind, grandmotherly face. Her snow-white hair was beautifully coifed, her red fingernails perfectly manicured and her face expertly made-up. 💅👄💄She was wearing a gorgeous dress with high heels and pantyhose. 💃👠👛

I smiled, extended my right hand and introduced myself. "Hello. I'm Deborah Gilson." She offered her massive hand, which enveloped mine like a ski glove and told me her name, Billie Felice. Striking up a conversation, I asked about her travels abroad. She said she was heading home from Stockholm, Sweden. Wincing in apparent physical discomfort, she gingerly leaned over and exclaimed, “Wow! Thank God, sex change operations happen only once in a lifetime.” ♀️ ♂️ I'd never heard of such a thing, however, nodded my head up and down. With 12 hours to pass, Billie began her story. 📔

In 1926, William, a precious boy, was born at the Queen of Angels Hospital in Los Angeles, California. 😇 Known as "Billy" during his youth, by the age of six he knew he was different from the other boys his age. He preferred doing things with his younger sister, rather than boy activities. His father consistently told him he'd never amount to anything. As Billy grew older, feminine feelings crept into his thought process, causing him to wonder what was wrong. 🤔 My mind raced. I had no idea how she felt and frankly, was relieved I adored every ounce of my ultra-feminine being. How in the world could someone live masking such a horrific predicament? 🤫

In 1943 at age 17, Bill joined the Navy during the height of World War II. Upon returning home from the service, he married a young woman he’d known several years. 👰🤵He felt this would remove his uncomfortable feelings of feminism and be met with approval in his father's eyes. 👁️👁️ I stared at her massive hands and attempted visualizing them at the helm of a fighter plane. 🚀 Nope. The vision wasn't happening.

During the next 20 years, Bill’s marriage went from bad to worse, although they were blessed with a beautiful daughter. 🤱The problem of his long-time secret feminine feelings became a bone of contention, however, they were never discovered by others. My furrowed eyebrows secretly wondered, "Wait a minute❗It's physically possible to fake having sex with the wrong sex❓" Finally, Bill felt he had no other choice than to end the marriage.

Three years later, Bill met another lovely lady with whom he supposedly established a beautiful relationship and married. His love for his new bride was so deep and complete he was able to keep his feelings of femininity under wraps. The next 10 years provided an immense amount of happiness for him.👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 I wanted to holler, "What in the world? How could a secret of such magnitude remain hidden by one's spouse?!" 😬😲 As if reading my exasperated thoughts, Bill admitted he consistently drowned his sorrows in booze.🍾🍷🍸🍹 Perhaps he should reach out to Alcoholics Anonymous?

In 1973, Bill’s business sold for a handsome sum, allowing him to retire at age 47. 💰 However, he felt strongly as a budding alcoholic with a large amount of money, this could prove dangerous. ☠️Over the next several years, he involved himself in various businesses in which he had no experience. These ended in bankruptcy while the drinking continued, even though he was a half-hearted member of Alcoholics Anonymous.💔 He could no longer live with himself and decided the best scenario would be to end his life. 😰 I sat riveted while listening to Billie Felice's unusual story. Even Jerry Springer couldn't make this stuff up. 😵

One Sunday in 1987, with his wife and family away, Bill took his 357 Magnum Colt Python to his office and began writing a good-bye letter to his family. 💌✍️ He apologized for the havoc he created. However, while sitting at his desk, three members from his AA meetings appeared in the doorway. 🚪They just happened to stop by to see how he was doing. Seeing the pistol on his desk, they took him home. The next day they checked him into the Veterans' Alcohol and Drug Rehabilitation Program. 🤒🤕 Everyone faces monumental challenges in their life, however, nothing compared to what I was hearing straight from the horse's mouth. 🐴

During the first three days of his detoxification program, Bill received divorce papers. He began to feel at peace with himself. ☮️ At last, Bill knew what he needed to do: convert into the woman he always wanted to become. Paving the path for his transformation, he boarded the flight to Sweden. Flying home to San Francisco as Billie Felice, she went to the ladies room to powder her nose, freshen her lipstick and spray on “stink pretty”, her favorite fragrance.

I maintained contact with Billie Felice and dined with her in San Francisco, along with my Aunt Shirlee, who also appreciated courageous individuals. Billie Felice had been disowned by her family and longed to connect with loving individuals. 💞 With the 72-year-old ladies only a month apart in age, I listened intently as they excitedly talked like magpies about their younger years.🐦🐦

My life was enriched as a mother and continuously active. Unfortunately, I lost contact with Billie Felice, however, learned she died in 2001. ⚰️ Was she alone during her final moments on God's green Earth? Had she any regrets in her 74 years?

By a remarkable chance, Billie’s flight home was with my family and me. Who could have imagined the privilege of sitting next to so much life? While on a Trans-Atlantic flight next to a transsexual, I learned Bill became Billie Felice in only a day.👨👵

Holy Moly!

Holy Moly!

An ugly mole on the right side of my face began to suddenly change its shape and color. It went from brown to black and the edges became irregular. As long as I remained an ostrich, the mole was unseen by me.😣

March 17th, 2018, I traveled to the Bay Area's Peninsula to care for my aunt, Audrey Polster, and keep her company for a few weeks. While there, two of her friends commented on my mole saying, "Oh, my gosh, Debbie! Have that mole on your face checked immediately! It's something you simply mustn't ignore!"

My stomach turned upside down, I began to perspire profusely and my hands were shaking like leaves on a tree. I calmly and politely thanked each for their genuine concern while maintaining an even-keeled voice. Could they see the terror in my eyes? Were they aware I could vomit any moment? I put up a bold front and smiled in my usual fashion.

I walked into my aunt's home and mentioned the conversation I had in the middle of her street. She instantly grabbed the telephone number of her dermatologist in Menlo Park, California and handed me the paper. I dialed the number, made an appointment and during the following two nights created a horrific case of insomnia to pass the time.

The two days swiftly passed and now, my aunt and I were seated in the dermatologist's room with me on the edge of the high chair, complete with feet dangling off the edge. It doesn't take much to frighten me. If someone comes around a corner too quickly, I scream. The moment the dermatologist entered the room, I felt nauseous. She looked at the mole on my face and terror enveloped me. As a professional, she maintained a poker face, however, was unable to hide behind the several photos she snapped with her iPad.

Dr. Fetch said she would need to take a biopsy of the mole. I asked whether this would require an injection into the mole and she said it would. I let her know I'm a tiny bit jumpy and I kind of have a really low pain tolerance. She told me to turn my head the other way and close my eyes. I did as she instructed and instantly, my son's face was in the forefront of my mind's eye, which brought crocodile tears.😪

Two days later, the dermatologist called and calmly said, "Deborah, your mole biopsy shows it has melanoma. You need to make an appointment immediately at Stanford for surgery." My legs began to tremble as I reached backward for a chair. I thanked her and hung up the phone. As a Chicken Little, I wondered about my late mother who succumbed to cancer. Would I live to be a GrandMother?🤱

April 2nd, my 58th birthday, Katy Krchniak Katzenberger accompanied me to my two pre-op appointments. She asked the Stanford team pertinent questions I didn't know existed. I've always needed a loving guide in my life to help me navigate and today was no different.😇

Friday, April 6th, was the date of my surgery. Katy Cochrane made the four-hour drive from Redding to be by my side. My aunt, Sharon Herald, and uncle Rob drove me to Stanford Hospital. As I gazed at the massive letters at the top of the building, I was instantly forever changed: 

STANFORD CANCER CENTER.👹

My relatives and I walked into the Nuclear Medicine unit where I had to undergo four hours of MRI's and CT scans, complete with four injections of blue dye into the mole. My surgeon needed to see whether the melanoma traveled - and it had. Three of my lymph nodes reacted to the blue dye, therefore, they, too, would need to be removed.🤕

Finally, I was prepared for surgery. With loved ones in the waiting room, I was wheeled into an operating room wearing a stunning gown, screaming yellow socks and ultra-sexy boy shorts. The anesthesiologist asked whether I was left or right-handed and I waved my left hand. Instantly, an IV was inserted into my right arm.

The following Wednesday, I returned to Stanford to have the stitches removed from the right side of my face. After, I learned there was no more melanoma on my face. The wave of relief caused me to freeze with elation: I was going to live to be a GrandMother after all.👣

However, my gratitude and relief were short-lived - as in 10 seconds. I was told of the three lymph nodes removed, one contained melanoma. As swiftly as the stitches were removed, I was instructed to scramble to the next building for a full-body PET scan, pronto!🤢

My aunt and uncle put their running shoes on and pushed their way through on my behalf. Lying on the bed for the PET scan, I silently succumbed to a river of tears. I thought about my beloved Spencer Gilson, my students at the school, my beautiful home and the fragility of life. I was told not to move a muscle, therefore, my ears filled with tears.😰

After waiting five excruciatingly long days for the PET scan results, I received a call letting me know there was no sign of melanoma anywhere in my body.🤗

No longer is there an ugly mole on the side of my face. Never again will someone in the grocery line poke me and say, "Hey, you have a dot of black marker your face." Never again will I hide my head in the sand, afraid to face holy moly.🎉

Carr Fire of Redding, California

Photo Courtesy of Kailyn Alonzo, 7/28/2018

During the four long summer months, it's natural for temperatures in Northern California to soar into the triple digits.👿July 23rd, 2018, was no different, however, as a vehicle puttered along Highway 299 at 1:15 pm, it blew a tire igniting the most destructive fire in Shasta County’s history. The vehicle was near the Judge Francis Carr Powerhouse in Whiskeytown, California, 32 miles west of Redding, California. What happened within minutes ironically became known worldwide as the Carr Fire.

It wasn't long before I received word from Janice Thomas-J's Blossoms and Emily Faye Traylor, my in-the-know next door neighbors, that evacuation of our close-knit neighborhood was imminent.😲I'm grateful for living in between Janice and Emily, whose husbands are first responders for major disasters in Redding.👨‍🚒 In the wise words of Grant Butterfield, "Sandwiched by first responders. Nice!"

In only a few minutes, the Carr Fire was "plume dominated," a type of fire that spreads itself. The fire also created towering pyrocumulus clouds, which collapse at night, creating strong downdrafts, described as a tornado. The fire was also fueled by hot, dry weather and dry vegetation. High winds drove embers beyond the fire lines igniting roofs and trees. The normally blue sky was replaced with an eerie orange and red canvas.

Ashes began landing on my pristine yards making my heart race. I knew it wasn't long before Janice and Emily would send texts telling me to pack a suitcase and load up my most prized possessions. Robotically, I gathered my grown son’s childhood belongings, along with eight large plastic bins of photographs. I stayed the night at Lynna Gott's comfortable home, visiting with John Gott and their lovable dogs. By the grace of good fortune, I received word the residents in our neighborhood were able to return home the following day.

My Home Safe and Sound

The Carr Fire continued its ferocious activity by jumping the 700-yard-wide Sacramento River, which none of the first responders expected. In its aftermath, 40,000 Redding community residents were displaced. According to Cal Fire, 126,000 acres burned for 197 square miles. More than 366 fire engines with 4,151 firefighters assisted local firefighters from 68 fire crews, along with 17 helicopters, 119 bulldozers and military personnel, too. Thousands of animals' lives were disrupted, 1,060 homes were destroyed and sadly, six people died.

🦊🐷🐿️🌳🏘️👨‍👩‍👧‍👦😭

Precious Cat Rescued and Treated at Haven Humane Society

A great-grandmother and her two young great-grandchildren died, trapped in their trailer.👵👧🧑The young boy and his sister were discovered under a wet blanket with their great-grandmother’s body lying across them. She did everything humanly possible to save her tiny tots.💜

My ultra-sensitive heart imagined this final scene. In an attempt to soothe the children’s fragile nerves, their great-grandmother calmly told them to imagine a few of their favorite things. In my mind’s eye, she said they would soon bake homemade chocolate chip cookies and watch their favorite movies, complete with a big bowl of buttered popcorn.🍪They could even stay up late, too!😀😃

She told the kids it wouldn’t be long before Halloween would be here and gave them ideas for their next costumes.🎃She also gave hints as to what would be in Santa's bag because, of course, Santa Clause knew they were perfect children.🎅🎄She also told them how much money they could expect from the Tooth Fairy, all about the treasure hunt for their next Easter Sunday and the beautifully wrapped presents they would receive for their birthdays!🎁

As this Great-GrandMother lay her exhausted body across her trembling Great-GrandChildren, she protected them from what she instinctively knew, "Grammy loves you both so very much and it won't be long before we're home, at last, I promise." As she wrapped her loving arms around them, these three angelic souls were gently lifted from the Carr Fire of Redding, California.😇😇😇

For: Ben Stiller's "Project ALS"

Information from Healthy Healing 14th Edition, Linda Page, Ph.D., Traditional Naturopath. "M.S. (Multiple Sclerosis) and A.L.S. (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis)" Page 508:

     For half a million Americans, Multiple Sclerosis is a progressive, central nervous system disease where the myelin sheath wrapping the nerves is damaged. Triggered by an auto-immune reaction (where the immune system attacks itself) to viruses like herpes or Epstein Barr, the immune system creates antibodies to the brain's myelin which bears an uncanny resemblance to the viruses. Research links low essential fatty acids and lack of vitamin D to myelin sheath degeneration and MS.  (Myelin is naturally high in essential fatty acids.) MS must be treated vigorously. A little therapy does not work, but long lasting remission is possible. Natural therapies take 6 months to a year (time well spent - MS drug treatments of fail and have severe side effects). Strong immune defense is essential. A.L.S. (Lou Gehrig's disease) affects skeletal muscle nerves with progressive muscle wasting as the muscles lose their nerve supply. Treat both MS and A.L.S. for nerve damage first, then work to restore muscle function and immune health. Transdermal histamine therapy (Prokarin) shows good results. (Contact EDMS at 360-654-0448 or check out www.edmsllc.com). Stem cell treatment for MS removes damaged white blood cells, and then replenishing them with the patient's own bone marrow cells is very promising. Are you at risk for MS? Initial onset of numbness, tingling and fatigue occurs between age 30 and 45, more often in women. Visual loss, preceded by blurring, double-vision and eyeball pain, follows. Breathing difficulty, slurred speech, a staggering gain, tremors, dizziness, bladder and bowel problems result from partial paralysis onset. Men become sexually impotent as nerves degenerate. Symptoms mimic Lyme disease. MRI is typically used to diagnose MS, but sufferers will soon be able to track their illness with Optical Coherence Tomography (OCT).

Diet and Lifestyle Support Therapy ~ Nutritional Therapy Plan: A healthy diet deters the onset of M.S. attacks.

1. Malnutrition and stress often precede M.S. Follow a cleansing diet for 2 months, similar to one for Candida albicans (see pg. 366). Then, follow a modified macrobiotic diet (pg. 119) for 6 months. Take potassium broth (pg 299) twice a week. Kombucha mushroom drink, along with a mild liver detox has led to marked improvement in several cases because it cleans out trigger toxins. Take Alpha Lipoic Acid 300-600 mg, Crystal Star Liver Renew caps 6 daily and Liver Cleanse Flushing Tea and Vitamin C, 1/4 tsp every hour to bowel tolerance, daily for a month. (Reduce to 5,000 mg daily after the cleanse). Take a catnip enema or spirulina implant once a week for several months. 

2. Reduce saturated fats from red meats and dairy foods and increase healthy essential fatty acids from food like seafoods and seaweeds. The diet should  be 70-80% fresh foods, with plenty of salads and green drinks, 15-20% fresh fruits, and 5-10% vegetable proteins from sprouts, legumes and seeds. Eat fish and sea veggies with a bowl of brown rice every day for B vitamins and EFAs. Also try Nutricology Progreens, or Crystal Star Systems Strength drink with EFAs from sea veggies. Pure Planet Chlorella stimulates immune B and T cells. 

3. Keep sugar levels low. Avoid all fried foods, fatty dairy foods and caffeine foods. Avoid meats except fish. Reduce high gluten foods. Avoid artificial sweeteners (aspartame), and MSG foods. Eliminate pectin candies like gummy bears or fruit jellies. 

Bodywork: Sunlight and vitamin D influences the remission of M.S. There are far less incidences of the disease in sun-belt regions. Mild daily exercise, guided imagery, massage therapy and mineral baths are useful.

• Acupuncture is proven to ease symptoms

• Bee venom therapy can produce dramatic results, even in advanced cases. Contact the American Apitherapy Society at 631-470-9446

• Remove mercury amalgam fillings. C'est Si Bon Chlorenergy helps if you have amalgam fillings removed. 

Herbal, Superfood and Supplement Therapy ~ Interceptive therapy plan: Choose 2 to 3 recommendations.

1. Rebuild Strong Nerve Structure: Crystal Star Relax Caps (highly successful), All One Green Phytobase, or Planetary Myelin Sheath Support formula with oatseed tea for nerve pain, Ashwagandha drops counter fatigue, Soloray Centella Asiatica for nerve repair, Ginkgo biloba extract for tremor and brain boost, Chondroitin sulfate-A 1200 mg for spine help, with magnesium 400 mg 3x daily, Pacific Biologic Adaptrin, Jarrow Gentle Fibers drink helps nerve tissue.

2. Preserve Brain Cells with Amino Acid Therapy: NADH, 10 mg in the morning, Phosphatidyl serine 300 mg daily/3 months, Vitamin D3 2000IU daily with DHA (Mushroom Wisdom DHA is a good choice). Lysine 500mg daily, Acetyl-Carnitine 1000mg, Anabol Naturals Amino Balance, Threonine for spasticity, CoQ10 260 mg daily. Glutathione 100mg daily. For A.L.S.: Amino acid therapy may slow deterioration rate up to 75% (better than drugs). I recommend a full spectrum formula like Anabol Naturals Amino Balance 3x daily. Lithium orotate may prevent/delay A.L.S. progression: Ask your holistic physician.

3. Essential Fatty Acids is Key: Evening Primose Oil caps 4-6, Barleans Total Omega Swirl or Omega-3 Rich Flax Oil 3x daily, Green Foods Wheat Germ Extract with EFA's, Crystal Star Pro-Est Balance a wild yam source for hormone balance, DHA 200 mg daily with Beta carotene 150,000IU, Egg Yolk Lecithin and cold water fish oils 3x daily, for M.S.-related eye damage. Use enzyme therapy for inflammation, Transformation Purezyme protease or Crystal Star Dr. Enzyme with Protease and Bromelain to reduce inflammation.

4. Boost B-Vitamins and Minerals: Sublingual B-12, 2500 mcg 2 daily for 1 month with Germanium 150 mg, then every other day for 2 months, Nature's Secret Ultimate B or B-complex 150 mg daily, extra folic acid 400 mcg 2x daily, Niacin therapy: 500 mg 3x daily with B6 500mg. Crystal Star Calcium Source extract with sea veggies or Lane Labs Advacal Ultra with vitamin D. CC Pollen Royal Jelly 2 tsp.

5. Enhance the Adrenals: Vitamin K 100mcg daily, American Biologics Sub-Adrene, Crystal Star Adrenal Energy with sea veggies.

The End ~ May something in the above-written information resonate and bring you renewed health. 

All the Best,

Deborah Gilson

Could This Be Magic?

                The past six months’ filth built up on my truck, however, I wasn’t up for giving my big, bad buddy a bubble bath therefore, I felt it sufficient to only wash the rims. I grabbed a bucket, pair of screaming yellow rubber gloves, a scrubber, Murphy’s Oil Soap and a step stool to sit on.   In a matter of seconds Palmer, the five-year-old boy next door, came charging out of his house with his powerful sword, a stick from the yard, gripped tightly in his tiny hand. He grabbed the scrubber in his other hand and began helping.

            “Dude, your tireth are tho dirty!” he exclaimed with his youthful speech.  I told him we’d give them an extra cleaning so my truck would run smoother. He raced from one tire to the next turning the dirt into muddy globs, which made me smile. After 30 minutes, we admired our efforts.

            We piled all the cleaning items back into the emptied bucket and then cleaned the water bowl set out for the neighborhood cats. He noticed one of the neighbor’s cats and asked, “Ith that Maxth?” I said it was and told Palmer Max always comes right over when he sees I’ve put fresh water in the bowl. He leaned over and gently pet Max’s coat while Max lapped up the water.

            Palmer stood up, looked at me and asked, “Hey, do you like my mom?” Curious, I said, “Yes, I do. I also like your father and your three brothers.” He put his first finger to his scraped chin and then asked, “Do you like me?” I said, “You bet I do!” He tilted his head to the side and asked, “Why do you like me?” I said, “Because you’re kind to me, you help me pick the weeds in my yard, you pick flowers to put in my hair, you talk to me really nicely and you’re always happy to see me.”

            Palmer then asked me to tie the string back on his sword and said, “You and me need to go on a date. I’ll get Thanta’s sleigh to pick you up in. You can buy me an ithe cream cone and thome Legoths. I’ll buy you a purple hat with a purple flower and a ring, k?” I told him that sounded perfect.

            His mother called his name and I walked him to their mini van. She told me they’re going to look at a new home and will be moving April 1 as the owners were returning in a month. I was crushed and told her I’d miss them dearly. I let her know Palmer was the biggest help with my yard work and washing the rims of my truck.

With that, Palmer pointed at me and said to his mother, “Mom, me and her are going on a date.” Her eyes flew open wide and asked him, “Did you say you’re going on a date?” He nodded his head up and down while climbing into the far back seat of the family van. I asked her whether I could give him a dime for helping and she said that’d be fine.

               As their van pulled away, I saw Palmer’s tiny hand waving from the back seat and I solemnly waved back. This afternoon’s treasured time with Palmer reminded of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s insightful words, “We find in the beauty and happiness of children that which makes the heart too big for the body.” Yes, it was in fact magic.

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  Rhonda Platt I love it Deb! After reading that, it made me sad for you that your little Palmer will no longer be your neighbor, but I bet he will never forget you!

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  Sue Boevers What a great story!

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  Linda Langford You better make that sooner than later! Priceless Deb!

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  Victoria Cserjan So sweet .. I'm sorry they are moving.

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  Janice Thomas-J's Blossoms Sad they are moving too:( they will be missed!

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  Sharlee Black Thats so sweet! I love miments likebthat!

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  Sharlee Black Last summer I was planting my tomatos, cucs, and peppers I plant in containers on my porch. One of the neighbor kids stoped and asked if I was going to plant some of those " things" like I had last year? I had to think about it a minute... It was cucum...See More

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  Lynn Abraham Wow, Thanks for sharing, What a magical kingdom you live in

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