To the readers of this blog website. I feel the following information serves best as a precursor intrinsic introduction to this blog web site.

Worded as follows…

 I wonder if you’ll find this story funny?

I sent this letter to a newspaper writer and tv reporter for a local news station recently.

It’s kind of interesting guys.

The gentleman’s name was Mr Maloney.

I was gonna just by pass sending this information to anyone else.

But you know what?

I just think the story’s too weird to not send to anyone else.

And I’m quessing?

If you read it?

You’ll agree.

I’d read it if you like interesting stuff.

But it’s up to you.

Read it if you want.

It’s worded as follows.

This is the information I sent to Mr Maloney.

.

Hi Mr Maloney?

Listen.

In regards to our conversation we engaged inon the phone?

I felt it neccacary to say  this to you about the conversation I had with you on the phone the other day.

Which is simply this.

Dear sir.

I sensed Mr Maloney, that you are perhaps skeptical that the  story i told you is true?

That is just a quess? 

You know?

From your reaction. 

To the story I told you .

 

When I spoke to you in a conversation I engaged with you on the phone?

The other day…

 So? I’m quessing on that note , Perhaps i didnt relate the story well enough to you? Or properly enough to you ?

On the phone?

The other day?

Perhaps?

Hmmnn?

Okay?

Either way?

I believe this is a fairly interesting true factual

Story in London Ontarios history. 

Regardless.

Actually.

And I’m quessing a lot of people would like to hear it or see it in Londons archives.

As well.

Too.

That’s just a quess.

Sir.

But I think I’m  right in saying that is an accurate statement.

Actually?

When it’s summarized properly?

I’m pretty sure logic decrees that 

You’d have to be a plum local lunatic actually in all reality  not to admit that statement to be correct.

I’m quessing anyways. 

 And in evaluating facts accompanied with logic properly so let me say 

I’m pretty certain I’m not incorrect to say this story I told you the other day?

once again  it’s a factual story thats clearly  something readers of the londonfree press would be very interested in hearing.

Actually.

I’m quessing anyone in their right mind would agree with that statement.

Irrefutably. 

Thats obvious.

And of course anyone in their right mind  would admit that.

To not admit that?  I’d literally quess one  would have to be in a weird twilight zone.

So you know what?  On that note? Just for the appropriate sake of record,  I’ll only do this once.

I’ll write the following factual

information down.

For those who may be curious.

I’m only gonna do it once.

I’m not writing this again.

Once is enough.

Why?

You ask?

Why???

Because 

I don’t have time to do this more than once.

Yet out of respect for my dad and for Cliff , and the two lives they both lived responsibly and respectfully , I personally feel it’s right of me to write this.

For you and for the London free press.

Just once.

😘💕😀💕😁🤪🫨😦😧😮🌟🥰

So I’ll try to explain it.

In words.

Interesting fun facts.
Looking back.
It was weird.

In fun?

In a bar?

Was this 

Rocky’ Marcianos  only loss.?

lol.

In fun?

To those who read this ?

Allow me to begin this short story by saying this.

It’s 

Pretty weird. 

What I’m about to say.

In my opinion.

But as far as I know it’s true.

So because it’s true?

Factually?

And I checked the facts.

This story is true.

Weird.

But true.

You know?

My dad liked to hide things.

From people.

He was personal that way.

Whether that honors what Jesus Christ states to humsnity in Luke 12:1-3 is something my dad will have to addrsss with Jesus.

Shall I say.

At some point in this life.

Regarding this story?

Though?

Let’s just say my dad was secretive.

In this life.

Meaning?

My dad hid things from people🤔..

Including me.

In this life.

And on that note?

I’m pretty certain I have concrete evidence that says specifically that through a gentleman named Cliff McWhirter?

A leg­endary Cana­dian boxer who was never knocked out in 159 professional bouts?

A man my dad worked with at the London Ontario Canadas London Life Insurance company from 1955 to 1965 a d?

Good ol dad met Mr 

Rocco Francis Marchegiano; 

And mr 

 Primo Zara Carnera, 

Through

That man.

Now?

The reason why I say that my dad was secretive about things?

It’s that good old dad 

. hid that from me for nearly 50 years.

Now, my question to that is this.

Why would he hide that from me.

He knew I was a boxing fan.

So why would he never mention it for fifty years?

Now,dont get me wrong.

Dad told me clips of the story.

I’m referring to here.

In mostly states of a slightly drunken nature.

Which is when dad was most likely to open up about things.

But just for the record?

he never directly at one time ever specifically related to me the full story  of him meeting Rocky Marciano and Primo Carnera on a summer day in July of 1956.

Aw yes.

He never told me the full story.

at one time.

Just clips of that day in 1956.

At times.

Including the topic of him Rocky primo

and Cliff all ending up

Drinking at the Richmond hotel in London that fine day .

The clips of the story dad told me?

Thry were just clips.

Which basically forced me to piece the story together.

Actually.

Dad was elusive and secretly.

, to the point where I even had to get him to clarify that it was Rocky he was drinking with at the Richmond hotel.

Once.

When he insummary basically mentioned thet to me once too regarding this story.

In London actually.

Yet, I suppose it wasn’t just my dad who was evasive regarding this story.

Why do I say that specifically?

Because my dad’s friend Cliff McWhirter knew about the story.

Yet Cliff only told a Mr Patrick Maloney that Rocky visited him at the London life insurance company in 1956.

And Cliff didn’t even mention to Patrick that primo carnera was with him on that visit in 1956.

So wouldnt that indicate that Mr McWhirter was also imitating my dad on such a subject?

By being evasive about the full truth  of Rocky’s visit to see Cliff in 1956 too🤔?

 

And as far as I know their are no factual statements in history to clarify that Carnera or Marciano confirmed that thry under took  this visit to London to visit Cliff at all.

Only Cliff McWhirter confirmed that to be a factual event , when he spoke to Patrick Maloney on his life story for the London free press.

Why didn’t Cliff mention to Patrick that primo was there with THE ROCK?

On that visit.

Like my dad told me primo was?

See?

So that means my dad wasnt the only one being evasive about this visit being a factual event in humsn history.

Cliff primo and Rocky also were in on the secrecy of such a tabloid event.

Obviously.

Shall I say?


Aw yes.

Rocky Cliff and primo were also clearly secretive about such an event.

But I’m quessing not to the degree thet my dad’s friend Cliff could be secretive of events.

Aw yes.

My dad.

He was secretive alright.

And what’s more 
He was very evasive about telling full stories at one time.

He would tell people clips and pieces of factual stories .

Especially 

While he drank alcohol.

But he’d never tell the full story at one time.

So I had to piece the truth of various truthful events he would talk to me about over the years.

Shall I say.

Which obviously includes me piecing together the fscts of this story.

Obviously .

Aw yes.

This 

Story I’m telling here.

Meaning?

If it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t take the time to read Mr Patrick malineys article on mr Cliff McWhirter?

Whom my dad called his friend for years?

There’s a possiblity that deep in my heart I might have forever debated whether dad was telling the truth about meeting Rocky and primo.

But it was Mr Maloney confirming in his article that Rocky visited Cliff McWhirter in London in 1956, that basically reassured me that my dad wasnt telling the truth on such a subject.

I should have realized he was telling the truth though.

Why?

Because my dad babbledon about it in one facet or another occasionally  while drinking alcohol and thenmentioning this subject for years.

Incidentally 

Dad told me that his friend Cliff had mentioned to him a few times  that cliffs nick name in pro boxing was 

“””CLIFF THE KILLER.””

Interesting.

Yet anyways 
That’s just strange how dad was🌈.

That way.


And how my dad mentioned on such a subject too that in a drunken state that day?

At the Richmond hotel in London?
Dad fought Rocky Marciano in a drunken state at the Richmond hotel after hooting and hollering and partying with Rocky all night one fine summer July night in the year 1956.

See?

I wouldn’t have known it was 1956.

Because my dad told me he couldn’t remember the exact year the visit happened.

But my dad thought it was 1958 , or 1959.

Yet Cliff McWhirter told Patrick Maloney Rocky and Primo visited him in London in 1956.

Cliff doesn’t mention what time of the year Rocky visited though.

Yet my dad clarified that by telling me he was quite sure it was in July .

So without dad?

We wouldn’t know the month properly.

Yet without Cliff and Patrick we wouldn’t know the year the visit occurred correctly.

See how connecting dots helps clarify fscts properly therefore?.

But anyways,, just for the record, mostly nobody at all knows that it happened.

This visit Rocky Marciano made to London in 1956.

Because my dad’s basically secretive and evasive as is Rocky primo and Cliff McWhirter..

Piecing together interest historical facts can be fun on that note🤔.

If one does it correctly.

With patience.

And the  Lord Jesus Christ warns all humans to do just that too in Luke 12:1-3 of Christianitys sacred divine wonderous scriptures!

So?

As much as I love my good old dad.

And primo and Ricky and Cliff McWhirter too?

I must now say this.

Luke 12:-1-3 says people are to keep no secrets on esrth.

Luke 12:1-3 says that clearly.

That too is why I have taken the time to relate the preceding obvious  factual

Events which took place in London Ontario Canada in the month of July in the year 1956.

To clarify such a truth properly in this life too Like Jesus warns all humsns to do in Luke 12:1-3.

Pure and simple.

Excellent!

Okay.

Sooo?

Now that “‘ that specifically has been stated in writing?”’

Let’s conclude this breakdown of the fscts of Rocky Marciano and Primo Carnera visiting London Ontario Canada to visit my dad and Cliff THE KILLER McWhirter in 1956 with this information addressed below on that note.

Worded as follows.

🤡✨🫨💥😛

What 
fun this was in writing this.

You ……know …..pat?
Looking back on my dad rambling on to me at times over the years about his time drinking with Rocky and primo in the Richmond hotel in London in 1960?

Or … pardon me… the official records state that Rocky visited Cliff in July of 1956. 
Dad said July .

I think.

and the link here says Rocky visited Cliff in 1956.
So?
Looking back ?

Ondad rambling about that?

Just rambling?

While he was drinking?

With me?

Periodically?

At times?

At 202 Mcnay street?

Apartment 903?

You know…?

Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t hallucinate my dad rambling like thet?

You know?

Hey.

I’m just saying.

Listen.

What was dad even talking about?

On occasion.

At times in which I drank alcohol with him.

Exactly?

I wish you had been there.

To hear him ramble about it with me.

Pat.

Why😘😂🤪?😦

Because… you know what?

In summary I have a pretty good handle on what dad was saying there . Sure.

   But over all?

Am I even sure I didn’t hallucinate dad rambling like that?

If he did ramble like that?

I’m not even sure what he was saying exactly.

But come on?

Who would lie like that?

While their drinking periodically?

For years?

And say the same thing over and over without wavering?

Or changing their story?

Come on?

That means he was clearly telling the truth.

His story never wavered.

Whenever he 😧told it.

It was always the same thing.😮

When he rambled about it .

Whatever😮

You know what?

Despite that?

The only thing I’m positive of is this.

He definitely met Rocky and primo through his London life insurance boss 
Cliff Mcwhirter .

And then drank alcohol somewhere with them thet night.

In July of 1956…

I’m pretty sure it was the Richmond hotel.

Pretty sure…

But I’m not positive of that…

That’s how much dad was all over the place rambling about it.

It was the same story.

Generally speaking.

But he mentioned different hotels .

To drink in London …

At times.

While telling it.

Interesting.

Eh?


Hmmnn?


You know?

He rambled on about 🤪it in such an almost 😘unbelievable way that , it definitely crossed my mind a few times  that dad was perhaps  in the early stages of being senile.😛

Thats what I thought.🤡

I’m not kidding.🫨


You know?

“”””””“‘ o sure dad.🤭
You met Rocky Marciano.😱
The only official undefeated heavy weight champion in the history of professional boxing .
Right.🤩

Right here in London you say?””””Woe my yes.”””””

Yes.

Really?🤨
Dad?😝

And then after meeting with him and with primo too, no less , you went hog wild drinking with him that day? 🤣

And in the course of your drinking binge with the legendary Rocky Marciano as well as with primo carnera, who you say yiu were in awe of, because of the size of his hands, ,,,,

PRIMO CARNERA’s hands I mean…,,,,

, you got into a fight with Rocky , eventually,,,

At the Richmond hotel,,and you say you soundly beat the only undefeated heavy weight champion of all time in a fight?😍
When that happened?

At the Richmond hotel🫤?
Really?😄

Dad?
🌪️
Okay.
🦩
Tell me more.👌

Dad.””🥳

I said.🌟

But he assured me Rocky said uncle to him.

Before dad let him up.🔥

Off the Richmond tavern juke box that day in 1956.””””

To continue their wild partying drinking binge🦘

At that hotel.

To continue their wild drinking binge🦘

Exactly.😗

Exactly…🥳🤩😱

The link on the computer says Marciano visited Cliff in 1956.

It doesn’t say when in 1956.
Though.

And dad said he met Rocky through CLIFF IN mid summer . July dad figured.

When I asked dad.

See how I have to connect the truth , piece by piece?

Why was Rocky’s visit to London so secret?

. .they really wanted to avoid the media.

Didnt they?

Wow.

Exactly.😗

Okay so? dad.

You know what😲🙀🎃?

I believe you.

Cool.

Very cool indeed.

Like the weather we’re having right now.

In London Ontario Canada.

Pure and simple…

My dad talked too sincerely about it.

And joyously.

At the times inhis life 

When he was drunk.

With me.

But apparently he only discussed it with me ☄️

As far as I know.

Pat.

Therefore I’ve no doubt he met Rocky.

When I summarize the facts now.

And primo carnera was clearly there…

Too.

The problem though is this?

How can there be no record of it?

Didnt my dad or Cliff have a camera?

I …suppose.,. it’s….. a bit crazy… to carry a camera everywhere in 1956.

Probably?

I quess?

Yet how can there be no official 

record of it at all?

No one officially claims to have seen them in London at the time.

No one?

Rocky and primo are big names.

Rocky Marciano 

Man.

That’s just amazing that no one knows they were in London in a bunch of places.

Were they wearing disguises?

Did their car hsve tint windows⚡️✨🌟?

Primo Carnera…

You know what I’m saying?

Like 

wtf?

Now, for the first time in my life , I would like to talk to my dad about it.

But I can’t.

Cause hes dead.

Never realize what an opportunity is to ask a question til the opportunity is gone.

Hmmnnn?

Great.

O well

Looking back on it all now?

I should have asked dad about the exact events of that day.

In detail.

Cliff the killer McWhirter 

Where they went.

What they ate.

Where they had dinner.

Everything.

Looking back on it?

Now?

I don’t know why I never did.

Jim linker.

One weird experience. On December 9th 2009

I begin this blog website first with the following.

A conversation I engaged in with a gentleman named bill.

Worded as follows.

“”””Studying intriguing memories.

And the interesting brain of a geometrical man.

On my dad’s 84th birthday?

I believe?

On April 22nd 2014 AD.

My uncle Wilbur decided to surprise dad by driving his new car to London Ontario Canada to celebrate my dad’s birthday in person.

Now?

If I recall the time correctly ?

I was visiting dad at his residence at 202 mcnay street and I had arrived at dads place at 11:19 am.

And dad made me a tea.

But my visit at that time was short.

Because uncle Wilbur showed up.

I was surprised to see him.

And dad headed out for a nice birthday gathering at the mandarin restaurant I believe.

Aw yes.

And 

I believe it was around 12: 12 in the afternoon on that date when they went to uncle Wilbur’s car to go meet everyone at the restaurant.

Meaning aunt Sandra uncle rensa aunt Ann aunt Margaret and aunt Alice.

At this point in time I noticed something.

Uncle Wilbur tried his best to give the keys of his new car to my dad.

Insisting that my dad drive to the restaurant.

And uncle Wilbur insisted.

I saw it.

But?

Dad still said “‘ no.”’

We don’t do that.

Wilbur.

You drive.

It intrigued me how quickly uncle Wilbur did what dad said.

I didn’t say anything though.

I just wished everyone a nice time at the restaurant and then I watched them drive off.

Telling my dad I would try to come back with a beer for him in the evening.

Which I did.

Later on that evening I drank up a storm with dad.

And we had fun.

Talking.

Because it was my dad’s birthday.

Nothing too surprising about that.

I stayed for a couple hours and talked with dad.

Mostly talking about stuff.

A little friendly yelling about religious beliefs.

But mostly calm happy talking.

Now?

For the record?

Now

I get to the point of why I bring 

this story up.

At a certain point in the evening I decided to ask my dad a very specific question.

What was that question you ask?

Well?

Simply this.

“‘ Dad? “‘ I said, “‘ why is it that you refused uncle Wilbur’s kind gesture to let you drive his new expensive car to the restaurant for your birthday?”’

And pretty much my dad’s response was simply this.

Same thing he said to his brother Wilbur.”’

“‘ no Kerry. We don’t do that.”’

So I argued a bit with dad about that.

And said, “‘ is that really an answer ?

Dad?

Was it polite to refuse Wilbur’s gesture there??”

But my dad just shrugged off the question and said , no.

I don’t do that.

So I went quiet about it.

And we talked about other things for a bit.

But then I decided to bring it up again.

And 

In a friendly way I said this.

To dad.

On

The subject.

“‘ Dad?

You drove your neighbours car once when he asked you. Right?

So?

If your neighbour “‘ Joe”’ had asked you to drive uncle Wilbur’s car at that time would you hsve?”’

And my dad said “‘ no.

Then?

I decided to go through a list of people.

For fun.

And I mentioned a lot of people.

Just for fun.

My dad said no to every name I mentioned.

Including the prime minister of Canada at the time and the pope.

Then I decided to present what I believed to be the ultimate test to such a question.

I said to dad “‘ Dad?

What if Jeff had asked you to drive that car at that moment in time?

Would you have?”’

Now?

At that point?

I was positive my dad was gonna say “‘ yes.”’

Because he always listened to Jeff.

That was important to him.

But to my surprise?

Without hesitation?

My dad’s response was bluntly said “‘ no Kerry.”’

No one could make me drive your uncles car at that point.

Do you understand?

Kerry?”

And so I shut up .

At that point.

And thought about it.

For a minute.

I had gone through a huge list.

And dad had said no to every name I mentioned.

Even uncle rensa.

Which sort of surprised me too.

Sooo I was quiet.

For a bit.

While we drank wine.

Then?

Out of the blue?

For some reason ?

I remembered a name.

Why I forgot that person to that point?

Was beyond me.

But yeah.

I had forgotten one person in my dad’s life that I failed to make an enquire of.

On such a question.

So I said , “‘ wait a minute?

Dad?

I forgot someone.

And my dad looked bored.

And said “‘ uh huh.”’

Sure.

Kerry?

No one you can mention here will make me say that I would have driven uncle Wilbur’s car if they had asked me to today.

Okay Kerry?

So you’re wasting your time pursuing the matter.”

So?

I looked at dad and said “‘ really?”’

Okay dad.

What if uncle Klaus had asked you to drive Wilbur’s car at that moment in time.?

Would you have driven it then?”’

At that point?

My dad’s response was went silent.

For about a minute.

He just stared at the dining room wall.

Very quietly.

Maybe it was two minutes?

Straight.

He was thinking.

Finally he didn’t even look at me.

He just said.

“”’ if KLAUS had told me to drive the car?

I would have.”’

Now?

Isn’t that interesting?

I went through a huge list of people too.

Before I got to klaus.

Including dad’s wives and the queens of England and the Netherlands.

Dad said “‘ no”’ to every name I mentioned.

Very bluntly and sternly.

But interestingly he went totally humble when I

Mentioned his brother Klaus.

“‘ wow?”

I thought.

Did klaus ever have an influence on my dad.

I thought that was so intriguing.

I literally thought that was so very intriguing 

I’ve written this letter in memory of eight brothers.

Gone now.

But not forgotten.

1.

Klaus linker.

2.

Jannes linker.

3.

Johan linker.

4.

Gerrit linker

5.

Fuckee linker.

6.

Lute Linker.

7.

Rensa linker.

And 

8.

The youngest brother 

Wilbur.

Survived by their four sisters.

Sietzke Alice Ann and Margaret.

Gone.

Now.are the eight brothers.

But always loved in Jesus and not forgotten.

Blessings to all eight brothers.

Rest in peace in Jesus.

That was my first statement to a man named bill on such a matter.

To which Bill respectfully says, “””That’s sounds interesting eh?”’

And to that statement 

I respectfully said ‘“””””yes.””””

Well? But. 

Bill?

What was most interesting?

It was how my dad was telling me no one could persuade him to drive uncle Wilbur’s car.

And I did patiently go through a list.

Before I mentioned Klaus.

Including every sibling he had in this life.

Plus I mentioned the pope and the king of Scotland and many other people too.

Dad just shrugged them off .

Saying to me thry couldn’t have even paid him money to drive Wilbur’s car that day.

I forgot to mention Klaus though at first⚡️.

When asking my dad that question.

And I really don’t know why?

I just simply forgot to mention Klaus at first☄️

O well.

My dad was certain I couldn’t mention anyone who could persuade him to drive Wilbur’s car.

He seemed positive of it.

Thats what he said.

Then I remembered uncle Klaus.

I forgot uncle Klaus at first.

I don’t know why?

But when I finally asked dad if he’d have driven Wilbur’s car if Klaus asked him to?

What got me?

What I found interesting?

How he became quiet.

For a couple minutes ☄️

Staring at the wall.

Staring .

Quietly.

For at least a minute.

Maybe it was two or three minutes.

Just quiet.

A calm serious stare.

When I mentioned his brother Klaus.

Very intent stare.

I wonder what was going through his mind?

As he stared calmly and quietly at the dining room wall.

When I mentioned klaus’es name.

Finally?

After calmly quietly staring at the wall for about three minutes.

My dad calmly said , “‘ he’d have driven the car if Klaus asked him

To.

Thats after my dad insisted I couldnt possibly mention anyone alive at that point who could persuade my dad to drive uncle Wilbur’s car. 

But we have to remember…

Uncle Klaus ?

My cousin bills dad?

Klaus was dads only older sibling.

The conversations that Klaus and dad would hsve?

Over the years?

Bill?

I can barely describe them.

You had to witness it.

To believe it was true.

That people could talk

That way.

Not really bad .

Just weird conversations .

That somehow made sense.

It’s almost impossible to describe.

You never could compare such conversations to anyone else’s conversations.

They were a joy to listen to 

🌟💥☀️🌏 And they really liked talking to each other⭐️.

And when the conversation was intense.

My dad and uncle Klaus?

They’d end each sentence with a brief key specific phrase.

That phrase ?”

It was simply this.

“””””YOU SEE????””””

Bill?

If you heard them

Talk?

You’d realize what I’m saying☄️.

It was fascinating to listen to…

🪐✨🔥💫⚡️🌪️ Their conversations were fascinating to listen to.

They were so intense sometimes that 

I was afraid to interrupt them. ⛅️🌔🌙 But I didn’t mind.

I liked listening to them

Talk.””””””””””””

I said those words to a friend named bill.

Recently .

To which words bill responded with these words, 

“”””

I bet they had some 🐣wonderously super sensationally🐝  great conversations. 🐒

🌎absolutely wonderous conversations is what they had bill.

Totally divinelynwonderous.

In fact.

But hold on now?

Wait?

Bill?

Cousin bill is the one I told you was murdered.

And the police did nothing.

Before he was murdered though?

About three years before?

My dad saw bill outside the Richmond hotel.

And my dad said to his nephew , “‘ can I buy you a beer bill?”’

And bill said back , “‘ I would love that uncle Jim!”.

So my dad said they went into the bar and had a great time.

Despite the fact a bunch of fights and  a bar room 

brawl broke out while bill

And dad were drinking at the Richmond that night.

Dad says bill wanted to fight and get involved in the shanty but dad told him not to.

Dad claims someone whipped a bottle at bills head that smashed into pieces behind bill.

Dad also said the brawl started when a guy behind my dad reached over my dads head to crack some other guy in

The head with another beer bottle!

So I says to dad, “‘ i drank with you at the Richmond many times.

Why didn’t fights break out in Richmond bar when I drank with you?

Dad?!

lol!

lol!

🌕☄️ lol fun night “‘

🌈⭐️🌥️bill exclaims !

To

Which I reply,  

Just a crazy night all around!

But just for the record?

I quess I kept my dad under control !

No fighting when I was there?!

Okay!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

LOL!”””

Only when my cousin Billy and my dad go drinking together do the Linkers go ballistic!

Yeeeeee-haaaaaaaa!

lol!

But ya see?

That’s the thing too.

My dad would fight.

If he had to.

But Klaus was against violence completely.

That was part of the reason why listening to a conversation between them on what Jesus says regarding violence?

In alignment to many functions of the bible?

Bill?

I can’t even describe it.

It was interesting .

In fact it was wonderous.

Blessed be the wonderous God for granting such wonders to take place.

Now I feel this information here below is probsbly logical to forward in writing at this conjecture in time regarding this blog.

Website.

And I choose to word it as follows.

Evaluating.?

Summarizing.

Studying.

Regarding jannes linkers second spouse in this life?

I feel the following is appropriate to relate.

Out of respect 

 Just for the appropriate sake of record.

I feel this needs to be stated.

Out of respect.

I hsve not told this true story to many.

Yet I feel it mete and right to relate this story here.

And now.

When my mom died ?
On December 9th 2009?
At around 3:19 am?



That night?


I left my dad’s residence at 202 mcnay street near Victoria and started walking home to my downtown apartment.



And as I hit the corner of Victoria and mcnay I noticed it was a clear night .



But no stars were out.

I thought that was a little strange.

no one was outside in the cold weather. 



Except me.




I proceeded to walk up Victoria street towards Adelaide .

And then, something. A bit weird happened.




I glanced upwards and 
Immediately I noticed a very bright star way way way up in the sky.




I thought it was weird how bright this star was.



So I decided to watch it a bit while walking.




And I noticed something.





It was🌟 slowly descending to earth .
Heading right towards me.




I’m prettty sure it took about a minute.

But yeah…




It descended right to me til it actually hovered right over my head.

The interesting thing?


Regardless of where it was in the sky?



It remained the same size in stature.

Or rather size and diameter.

In every way.

It definitely stayed in star form.

It was nothing else physically .

As far as I could see.
Albeit 
It was kind of difficult to see how many tips the star had.

I thought I counted seven points.

Or maybe eight or nine.

It was very peaceful.

Serene.

It just hovered over me.

And I felt a very peaceful calm spirit.



I’m pretty sure it hovered over my head about oooo I would say only twenty feet away from me or rather above my head and straight to the right of where I was standing watching it near the sidewalk near that school at Victoria street and mcnay street…




Just peaceful .
And serene.




I knew it was watching me.

Though it didn’t say anything.

And neither did I.



It stayed shining and hovering directly over my head for about a minute.

And 
The whole vision lasted for I’m pretty sure about three minutes.

Then, just as soon as the star appeared ?

It very slowly peacefully calmly ascended slowly back up into the sky.



Until it was high up in the sky where it was when I first noticed it appeared.

Which is strange.




Because when I first looked up?

There was no stars at all.

Then?

That star appeared out of no where…

Only thing different about its ascension?



I noticed there was another star hovering with it when the star reached the top of the sky again.

The star was never in humsn form.

It looked like a star.

But I always assumed it was mom.

Who else could it hsve been.

My mother just died that morning.

.farewell mom.

I said.

I’ll see you on the other side when my time comes.

I said to the star quietly and lovingly.

🔥✨🌟💥⚡️🌪️☄️🌈⭐️💫🪐🌏🌟💥✨🔥☀️🪐✨🔥💫⚡️🌪️⛅️⭐️☄️🌈☃️❄️🍎🌤️☀️💥🌟🌏🪐✨🔥🌤️💫⚡️🌪️⛅️🌍🌔🪐💫⭐️☄️⚡️✨✨⚡️✨🌟💫☄️🌈🌪️🔥💥

To the reader.

I now turn Notch in this writing and say this.

The following words?

And information?

I addressed to my sister

 recently in this life.

Now 

I feel such information is noteworthy worthy to list and address in this website.

So on that note , copied and pasted , I list it as follows.

Here .

You know… Winnie?

mom told me once she was born in portugual.

So 

I thought she was Portuguese for a while.

Meaning the country of portugual .

mom told me she was born in the Dutch town called poortugual .

But when she told me that?

She failed to indicate that it was a Dutch town:

She just said she was born in portugual.

So I thought she meant the country of portugual.

But dad told me later that mom was born in holland.

So I argued with dad about it and told dad he didn't know mom was Portuguese…

When dad told me portugual was a small village in Rotterdam I was next to shocked.

Mom didnt clarify that.

I

Think my mom

Enjoyed toying with me on that one.

Was she toying with me?

And I didn’t know it?

I don’t know.

🫨🦭🤗🐟😱🦈😃🦑😁

Anyways 

I tried to tell dad that he was crazy .

Because dad was telling me mom was born in holland.

But I kept telling dad mom said she was born in portugual.

Mom didn’t tell me Portugal was a small village  in Rotterdam .

And technically a town itself.

Man , dad must have had a good laugh out of that one.

I insisted to dad that mom

Was Portuguese.

And dad laughed and laughed and laughed at me.

So I bet him  twenty dollars mom was Portuguese…

I was sure I was gonna win

The bet too.

And when mom told me the truth that she was Dutch I realized dad was right.

Mom

Said she was born in a town called portuguaal.

In holland.

So mom said dad was right.

Parents like to play with their kids.

In weird ways.

Dont they?

On

That note.

Yeah.

That’s right.

There I was insisting to dad that his wife he was married to was Portuguese.

And dad laughed and laughed and laughed at me when I said that.

And I stared at him amazed that he would laugh at me about that.

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