If you have read the blog that I have done off and on since 2017… You know… timelines are my nemisis and boy do I hate time lines!!!!

Thinking about Bonita and our staying there while Don was in Vietnam, got me to thinking about more of that time line and granny was living there and I know why I know this!!! Tiny!!!

Tiny is my Aunt Margaret and she was called Tiny because she was a premie and back in those days in the late 40’s early 50’s, little towns like Bonita didn’t have hospitals, maybe a doctor, but nothing else and she fit in a shoe box when she was born, so she was nicknmaed Tiny and it stuck…

Anyway, Tiny and Betty were my aunts and they were only a few years older than me…

While we were in Bonita, while Don was in Vietnam, Tiny would borrow our car and go to basketball games and I got to go once and Freda bitched about the gas Tiny wasted and when I brought this subject up back in 2008 after Don died, Freda said no such thing happened… But she said those words back in 1966 and I remember them and that’s when she knew, I remembered… But disregarded that information in 2008 and clung to my statement in 2010, when I told her I was missing memory… She was hoping it was the memory she wanted no one to know of…

Mom was a prolific sex partner, according to Don and when I told her I was having a DNA tests, she freaked and when I called her to tell her the results… you could tell she wasn’t for sure, I was Don’s… DNA says I am…

Now the write, if Tiny and Betty were there during that time line, then all the kids were there and that fits with Johnny picking Don up at the airport and Freda’s nervous breakdown and that memory before we move to Big Springs, Texas and I die and my brother nearly joins me…

Wow, keep the memories rolling in, this is fun!!!!

I remember…

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