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Welcome. I was going to post part 2 yesterday but my grandson showed up and he’s pretty much kept me running so I apologize and here goes. My father and 2 of his buddies jump a train and they notice these 2 older gentlemen buying food and such for an older couple. That night the older couple were asleep on one side of a train gondola car while the older gentlemen and my father and friends were drinking on the other side. The older couple heard a noise and asked what was going on as they couldn’t see because it was really dark. One of the buddies screamed at them and threatened them so at the next stop they changed train cars and notified authorities as soon as they could as to what they heard. They investigate and fine one gentleman dead and the other one in really bad shape. He passed about 6 hours later at the hospital. My father and his buddies saw the gentlemen spending money on the train and decided to rob them. They tied them up and proceeded to beat them with either heavy boards or a 3 ft long brake shoe. Every time they got up they hit them again. They robbed them and got a whopping $15 total. Two innocent men died so these idiots could get $5 each. Then they went to El Paso, Texas, got a motel room showered and shaved then went to Juarez to party for the day. They went back to El Paso and tried to steal a car but got caught by the owner and he stopped them. Somehow they started to head out of town not sure if they found a vehicle or walked but the police caught up with them and the 2 younger guys were arrested. My father wasn’t spotted and he slipped into a cotton field and got away. The two young men confessed and actually showed remorse which in my opinion was too little too late. They told them about my father who they called “Tex”. They looked for him for 3 or 4 weeks before the FBI finally found him…in Tallahassee, Florida. They flew him back for trial. He was under a $20,000 bond which is around $195,000 in today’s money. I wish I was kidding about all this but sadly I’m not. I really am glad he had nothing to do with raising me and I feel so badly for the families of the men he killed. I saw one of the gentleman’s headstone and death record and all I could do was cry. I’m not sure how much my mother knew but this isn’t all I’ve found out about him. Well, my grandson is pitching a fit so this seems like an ok stopping point for now. I’ll try to post the next part of the story tomorrow. Until next time – Maeve

Welcome back to anyone reading and if no one is reading then welcome back to me…(sorry sometimes I make cheesy comments). Today I’m going to start a story that is going to take more than one blog because it’s a little long but it’s a lot to take in so here goes. I have never met my father. I’ve barely been given any information about him, just a few tidbits here and there. Over the years I’ve looked around online a little trying to find anything about him and never could until recently. I started a family tree with a trial on Ancestry.com and MyHeritage.com to see which site I preferred before I started a paid subscription. Well, out of nowhere it seemed I found a news article about him…then another, and the things I had been told was apparently the Disney version because it was so much worse than I could have imagined. Let me go back to the beginning. I was told my father’s name, that he was around 10 years older than my mom, that he was a cook (and apparently that’s the only thing good about him), I was also told that he was informed of my birth with a mailed birth announcement and a picture and that he sent the announcement back and kept the picture. I had a decent childhood so honestly I didn’t lack for anything because of him not being there but there’s always a curiosity. I was also told that he had been in prison for murder. Yes, I said murder. My mother met him when he was on parole. She told me that he was at a bar and accidentally killed a man defending a woman’s honor. Not even close. I don’t even know if she knew what actually happened because it happened 18 years before I was born, or if she was protecting me from the truth. I will never know because I’ve lost her but she wouldn’t have told me anyway. It was actually a brutal double homicide in New Mexico and an escape to El Paso, TX, Juarez, Mexico, and Tallahassee, FL. The FBI was involved. I’ll explain more details in part 2 but I was and still am a little stunned at the turnout of events and I’m still having trouble finding out all the details. I’ve found newspaper articles from the 1959 to around 1968ish and I’ve found some appeal records and death records and headstone from one of the victims. I will not lie, I saw that poor man’s headstone and I cried. So far I’ve gone from being angry at my mom for not telling me more, angry at my father for being such a monster (the murder isn’t all he did more on that later), sadness and heartbreak for the 2 men who lost their lives so brutally so unnecessarily, shame for having his dna, to hoping that when I take a dna for my family tree I’ll find out he really wasn’t my father and that I have no genetic link to a person like that. So if you are interested in hearing more I’m going to try to get the next chapter in this horrifying saga I’m going to try to get it posted by tomorrow. Until next time – Maeve

Let me tell you.. Hang on a sec (Dallas rerun just scared the bejeezus out of me)…. ok my bad lol. So I believe we left off with an apology from the partner…well it didn’t last. He had another visit with his brown bottled buddy again… lost his temper got angry at another family member, started threatening him then decided he was moving. He came to our room saying he wanted his laundry because he was leaving and we could just stay here. I will never figure out why he wanted to take dirty laundry instead of clean clothes but I wasn’t going to argue with someone at the bottom of a bottle. So, I made some arrangements to leave and had someone helping me look for somewhere to move. He needs help but he wouldn’t let anyone help. He wouldn’t listen, all he wanted to do was drink and smoke. Well, I went to inform the people we live with that I would be out within 2 weeks and turns out him and his laundry were sitting in the room. I said it anyway. He threw his tantrum after I walked out and I was told by someone else in the house (who isn’t the most reliable source but I know at least part of it was true) that he had said some pretty cruel things about me and my family. And here’s where my temper comes in, yes I have a bad temper too but I can control mine better than him. And yes I smoke too but I almost never drink due to medical issues, but I sent him a text asking him if he said what I was told. I wasn’t going to fight with him without knowing for sure. Of course he says he didn’t say that and then he got very upset. He says if he loses me it will kill him. So I finally put my foot down, I should have done it a long time ago really. I told him that tomorrow I would find him a mental health professional to go see. He’s going to get on whatever medication he needs to calm himself. I also informed him that if I ever catch him taking a drink of any kind of alcohol that I was gone, I was taking the dog (a whole other story I’ll tell ya’ll later), and he would never see us again. Which really hurt him because my daughter has a son who’s going to be 2 this summer. He’s crazy about that baby, we help my daughter with him while she works and we’re all really attached to him. I also told his family to stop buying him beer. He finally cried himself to sleep around 4:30 this morning. Maybe this will be his wake up call…. maybe not. I guess we’ll see. I hope so. He can be a really good guy but the beer changes him and sometimes too much. I told him I won’t do it anymore, I don’t want the baby to grow up around that. Thank you to whoever may be reading this. Just writing it seems to be helping me deal with it all and I love all of you who take the time to read this stuff. Until next time. – Maeve

Let me tell you. Overall, today hasn’t been too terrible.  My partner apologized for his behavior (believe me, there will be many more stories about him later) Me and my son went to get dog food and stopped to grab a bite at Wendy’s. Then we came home and the same crap started up.  My partner wants a ride to the store but not from me because I drive my son’s SUV and he doesn’t want to ride in it. He can’t afford his own vehicle so he gets drunk and screams about how he’s a piece of s@$t because he doesn’t have a job and can’t afford a car. He got upset the day we got the vehicle because my son wanted to ride in the front seat. My son has never driven an SUV so I do all the driving and it’s his first vehicle. He’s proud of it. It needs work but not much. And I’m so proud and happy for my son. But my partner said my son disrespected him by not giving him the front seat. The man is 50 years old for crying out loud.  He said his leg hurt too bad to ride in the backseat. If he had asked my son and said his leg hurt my son would have gladly let him have the front seat. I told my partner that he needed to rethink his crap because I did not raise my kids to be disrespectful. If they’re given respect they will give it back. I guarantee that. I whipped them kids when they needed it and they know I’ll still do it now if I have to. He’s been having a pity party fueled by beer and he is not a friendly drunk. He’s a loud, obnoxious, rude, hateful, sometimes violent drunk. I try to avoid him when he drinks but it’s not always easy. Well, this story was a little short I guess, but I’m new at this and I have sooo many more things to tell you. I’ll talk to you soon.