In 1971, my 2 brothers and sister were implanted in the town of Lineville, Iowa. The source was a rich banker from Princeton, Mo. We kids had no choice, but to finish growing up our grade school and high school years on the borderline of Iowa/Mo. Inasmuch, our acceptance was not as jovial as you might think., as the thriving farm town inhabitants, did the best they could to accept us. They had not a clue where we were hijacked from, I was just around 13 years old, when it happened. We kids lived a hard, cold & cruel life during our high school years, and it wasn't our fault. We were all torn apart as a close family, which we have never really seemed to accept. The handful of years I spent, trying to adapt from city life to country, were brutal. As time passed, some can never imagine what it was like, to graduate from a class of as little than a bakers dozen of students. 1975 for we alumnis, has never come together for a really close to full reunion. We lost one classmate to an horrific motorcycle accident, the rest of students have never, EVER contacted myself, once I joined the navy in sept of 1975. It's truly a shame that reuniting over the years was nonexistent. And, one of the only classmates who mostly hung out with me, was Dennis Shields who has since passed on. Even though, there were some good times growing up in the country, the understanding of farm life and the ultimate purpose planting seeds, truly is a must for EVERY CHILD to experience, at least one time in their lives. This is God's way of getting one to learn, why we thrive to exist. Since we all know, each individual more or less, lives a lifespan of 10 decades, and my journey more than half over., the teachers who did their best to try and educate and put up with me, and pretty much all of us students, deserve a medal. I did go on to college, graduate and ended up in the entertainment business for over 35 years. I can heartily look back and say..."I would never change my past!" And, now heading into my mid 60's, knowing that the memories of my lost school yearbook, are just like the brick school building, which is no longer arise. I feel sad for the way socially, our kids are being taught. In most schools, there is no prayer and/or placing the hand over our heart, for the acceptance of saluting our historical flag. Respect is merely a one on one scenario, depending on the situation. And, if it is unacceptable, the rioters and lewders, feel they have a constitutional right to destroy and pillage. The teachings of sexuality acceptance, ensuring there is no such thing as a male and female., all for one and one for all...kinda sounds like the desiccation of racism...where we still can't get it through our thick skulls, we are all human, and the color of our skin, has no bearing on why we should be destroying one another. I can say from my high school teachings, the most important piece of education I have accepted and follow still today...God, Country, and Fellowman. We are all very lucky to be in the land of the free...I participated, and now can say as a veteran...the home of the brave. Yet, to fight one another, destroy and take something, which does not belong to you., was taught by my teachers, the purposes of right from wrong...
and I will never forget.