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Thursday, March 26, 2020

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To the readers of this site:
http://supercilioussiblings.blogspot.com/ The following is a website , which is applied mostly to facts and memories which relate to my father in this life.
Jannes james linker.
And on that note, I write it, as various memories come to my mind.

The information contained therein may be sporadic, at times, on that note.

 Yet , if the reader bares patiently with the written contents ultimately the information contained here in this website will make sense.

 On that statement I begin writing this website with this conversation unengaged in with an associate in this life.
Named alan.

 Addressed in this wise.
A conversation I had with alan c in this life.
I am sending you a copy of a picture my father took of me and my cousin , William.
Okay alan?
The picture might be upside down though. Because of a glitch in the computer programming on images presently.
"""Okay kerry.""
Alan says.
Sounds good.
I fixed it kerry!
The picture is straight now.
Cool, alan, thanks! 
Alan, he really was a good person. I say this to you and toAmy cousin paul. In this letter. As I am addressing this letter to my cousin paul too. In alberta.
With this formal greeting.
Regarding this letter I send to paul too.
So bare patiently alan.
With this letter.
As I now say thus.
Dear paul. Hope you are well.
Please note this.
Fun factual information for you and family in Alberta. regarding family here.
I copy and paste it for you and uncle wilbur here.Thursday, March 26, 2020

To the readers of this site:

The following is a website , which is applied mostly to facts and memories which relate to my father in this life.
Jannes james linker.
And on that note, I write it, as various memories come to my mind.



The information contained therein may be sporadic, at times, on that note.

Yet , if the reader bares patiently with the written contents ultimately the information contained here in this website will make sense.

On that statement I begin writing this website with this conversation i engaged in with an associate in this life.
Named alan.

Addressed in this wise.
A conversation I had with alan c in this life.
I am sending you a copy of a picture my father took of me and my cousin , William.
Okay alan?
The picture might be upside down though. Because of a glitch in the computer programming on images presently.
"""Okay kerry.""
Alan says.
Sounds good.
I fixed it kerry!
The picture is straight now.
Cool, alan, thanks! 
Alan, he really was a good person. For the record.
William I mean.
My fathers nephew. Through my uncle klaus.
William john linker..
Despite the fact he was a rye and whiskey drinker, on a high altitude level.

He was friendly enough.
Ya know?
But of a truth he was a lost soul. Basically. In this life. Despite that truth.
He had trouble focusing on jesus.
But , to his credit, he always treated his mother , my aunt Clara,  to a good breakfast, every morning  , for years, at that restaurant on king street.
Below that rental building.


With all the downtown london crazies.
Just east of the richmond hotel.
In downtown london.

Bill linker really took care of his mother, after his dad died.
He treasured her.

Which is respectful.
And he loved my dad.
His closest relative.

.
The only relative he stayed in close touch with for some reason.
Weird.
His dad was the oldest of 12 kids.



My uncle klaus.
Good man.
But very strict.
And he sometimes beat william.
Billy didnt like his father.
Strange man was uncle klaus.



He was very religious.
Unlike all the other siblings of my dad.
My dad was more easy going.
As were all my aunts and uncles.

Regarding my fathers siblings.
But not uncle klaus.

My dad was strict.

He was religious.
But more easy about it.


Yet also this should be pointed out. my dad reverenced uncle klaus.
His only elder sibling.
In a very serious way.

He only listened to klaus.
No one else..that's probably why billy loved my dad so much.
Because my dad loved william.
Because ge reverenced his older brother.
Weird eh.
So my dad bought his nephew bill beers all the time when they met.
They were drinking buddies.
William loved my dad. 



Show quoted text
Uncle klaus wasnt a bad man.
He actually gave william a jeep!!
To drive!
And william drove it for a year and then sold it!
Uncle klaus was a good man.
But he did beat william a few times.
A bit 
Too severely.
It's the way klaus was raised.
His dad beat him a lot.
More then the other siblings.
Because klaus was the oldest..of my dads 12 siblings.

My grand father,  their dad believed the elder children needed to direct the younger ones in the family.

From klaus to Margaret the youngest to oldest their was actually a difference of 21 tears.


That's the problem..it put a wrench in their relationship...
Bill and his dad.
I mean.

My uncle klaus was the green house caretaker at eldon house for 30 years.
Actually.


I mentioned him once , after klaus died, to the employees at eldon house.
On ridiut street.
On a visit  I took there once with my dad.
.
They said, 

"" your uncle was klaus♡!!!
Oo he was such a good man!
Kind and respectful.
And he always did his job well.
Always kept this place in total working order!!
Too.
The guy we got now cant even fix a leaky faucet in the washroom."'


They said.

Show quoted text
One time, when william and uncle klaus were living on spring bank drive, in london, just before the bridge, close to wharncliffe road, in that big White House,
Will, was selling drugs and stealing things.
He went through a faze.

Somehow the police found out he was selling drugs for some dealers out of uncle klaus' s house.
While uncle klaus was on a trip to holland.

The police surrounded the house.
And ordered william to come out.
William refused .
And barricaded himself in the basement.


So the police threw tear gas into the basement.
And drove William out.
He had ten thousand dollars worth of stolen goods and drugs in the basement.

William was arrested and did 6 months dead time.
Then  got months in birch..

When uncle klaus got back from holland uncle klaus was not amused.
Show quoted text
Amusing story coming up.

On my dads 86th birthday in 2016, shortly after william was killed,, my uncle Wilbur drove from alberta to wish my dad a happy 86 th birthday in person!
My uncle wilbur was 73 at the time, I think.
He drove in his new car!
All the way from lacombe alberta!
Long drive.
He had coffee with my dad at 202 mcnay street for a few hours.
And then drove my dad to the birthday party.



 joining uncle rensa and my dads four sisters in a birthday celebration for my dad at the mandarin 
On wellington road.
South. 

That's all fine and sweet alan.
And it was a nice party,  my dad said.
But that's not the real  point of this story.

The point is this.


Before uncle wilbur drove my dad to the mandarin in his shiney new car, in london ontario, uncle wilbur jestered to my dad to get in the drivers seat to drive there himself.
And then wilbur tried to give dad the keys.
And let wilbur be the passenger in his own car.

" no wilbur, we dont do that, my dad said.
I saw my dad do this.
Before they drove off.
And I went to work accross town cutting someone's grass.

Wilbur didnt argue.
He always did what my dad told him.
Throughout his life.
Most of my dads siblings did the same.

After the birthday party I went to my dad to have a beer with him.

And during the course of my visit, I said, 
"Dad, how come you didnt take the keys and drive to the mandarin, like wilbur offered?""

My dad said, no kerry.
I wasnt in the mood to drive.
I then said , well what if uncle rensa asked you?



My dad said no he wouldnt drive. If uncle rensa asked him to.



I then, for fun, jesting my dad , went through a list of people and asked my dad, if they asked him to drive that car to the mandarin, would he?



And my dad said no.
Then to finish that topic my dad said , " Kerry, it wouldnt have mattered who asked me to drive.
I just wouldnt do it.
No matter who asked.
The prime minister of Canada, the arch angel micheal etc,
Even the queen of England.
Okay?""
My dad said.

I then, said, 
🌈🌈🌈 okay 
"" dad, one last question.
what if uncle KLAUS had asked you to drive today to the mandarin? For your birthday. Would you have then?"""
🌈🌈🌈

My dad though about the question.
And looked straight at the wall for about a minute.
Or maybe two.
Sternly.
But calm.
He stared.

Then my dad finally said, 
"""Yes. If klaus had asked him to drive to his birthday party at the mandarin,  my dad would most certainly have drove.

Weird eh, al?




Show quoted text
Alan, if you had ever listened to a conversation between my dad and uncle klaus you would have found it interesting.
Because, they had intense dutch accents.
And the weird thing about their conversations was,
"" they always finished every sentence with, the words
☆☆☆YA SEE??""

But the way they said , 
YA SEEE?
BECAME MORE INTENSE EVERY TIME.


ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN.
TRUST ME, IF YOU HAD HEARD THEM TALK TOGETHER IN THEIR INTENSE CONVERSATIONS THEY HAD OVER TIME YOUD KNOW WHAT IM SAYING.

IT EVENTUALLY BECAME AMUSING.
AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR OF LISTENING.
Show quoted text

COMMENTING ON MY FATHERS SUPREME BICYCLE TALENTS.

13 comments:

  1. Interesting comment.

    The day after my beloved mother passed on, my father and I choose to pedal bicycles to my see my mother's body at the london funeral home accross from west town plaza mall in london.
    ReplyDelete
  2. On the bicycle ride there, we stopped at Kentucky fried chicken at Huron street and adelaide street.
    ReplyDelete
  3. After riding there up victoria street.
    From my dads residence at 202 mcnary street in london.
    ReplyDelete
  4. So we ate at the fast food chicken place .
    Nothing weird about that.
    Coolie.
    ReplyDelete
  5. Then, right after, we started pedalling again towards west town mall.
    Its, at this point that this story gets a bit peculiar.
    ReplyDelete
  6. My father was a very smart man.
    He had wisdom.
    That's for sure.
    Anyone whoever spoke with my father knows my dad was generally smart.
    And his intelligence in geometry was very impressive.
    Yet, despite, that, for some strange reason, my father had a strange mental block to riding a bicycle.
    ReplyDelete
  7. A prime example of this is the fact me and jeff and winnie, plus everyone else were all thoroughly unaware my father spent a month in a hospital bed, when he was 70 years in age.
    After riding down hill on victoria street going west towards adelaide street .
    And then colliding with a car.
    Because my father didnt apply the bicycle brakes.
    ReplyDelete
  8. Another example is my brother.told me, one day, my father was riding his bicycle up a hill and , couldnt make it all the way.

    So, instead of getting off the bicycle, and walking up the hill, my dad just fell over.
    Which is peculiar.
    How someone could be so smart in so many ways and a powerful swimmer too, almost to the level of pro swimmer, could be so silly on a bicycle.

    Very peculiar indeed.
    ReplyDelete
  9. Anyways, the point to this story is simply this.
    Upon leaving Kentucky fried chicken,
    I started pedalling towards the curb , pedalling left.
    Because I thought their was no curb there.
    But a flat opening.

    Then, when I realized their was no flat surface there to pedal I told my dad we had to turn right and pedal.
    .
    My dad then pedalled a little bit right, but, then, he turned left again, and pedalled violently into the curb.
    ReplyDelete
  10. This comment has been removed by the author.
    ReplyDelete
  11. He then fell hard on the cement.
    And banged his head hard.
    I was very alarmed.
    "Dad!!" I shouted.
    What happened? Are you okay?""
    I said to him.
    I was very worried he was hurt.
    He went down hard.
    And his head bounced off the parking lot.
    I saw this happen.
    ReplyDelete
  12. Yet, despite that, despite being 80 my father immediately got up and said to me, "" I'm fine kerry.
    Let's keep going to the funeral home.
    We re running late."""
    Dad said.

    """Okay dad, I said.
    Cool."""
    That actually happened.
    ReplyDelete
  13. A five year old child would have easily followed my lead and turned right.
    Away from the curb.

    My father though, strangely pedalled his bicycle he was riding that day hard into a curb.
    Then my dad fell hard on some cement.

    Then he immediately got up fast.
    Unlike an 80 year old.
    And then my dad basically chastened me verbally because we were running late.
    He got back on that bicycle and we pedalled to the funeral home.
    Cool
    Astutely.
    ReplyDelete




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On Wed., Mar. 11, 2020, 2:17 p.m. Angeltruth Jacob, <angeltruth.jacob@gmail.com> wrote:
paul, i want to ask you something. if your father knew jeff and winnie did to my father what i factually prove they did, and uncle wilbur knew you were ignoring it, would your father approve?


you know that would be dishonoring your father. you know your father would not approve if you ignored that.
so, whats the point in blocking me?
i'm disappointed in you my cousin.
paul, always check someones facts before you judge them.
i write the truth in these dialogues i place in writing in websites below.

you seemed to be a rational fellow. when i met you while i pedalled my bicycle across alberta two years ago.

paul, please check my facts. before you block me. okay?

uncle wilbur and my father were close. they were decent. and uncle wilbur would not approve of how jeff and winnie dishonored my father.

please check the facts addressed in these websites. and then discuss the matter with uncle wilbur. okay?

paul, i never write anything unless its a fact. trust me. i always quadruple check that.

facts matter. and i always make sure i write facts.

which also applies to these two websites.



and especially this website. entitled

please read it and then tell me,
i'm asking you, as a christian, connected to matthew 7; 7 can you help?
I WISH TO SUE THE GOVERNMENT 3 MILLION DOLLARS FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO ME IN THIS LIFE.


i promise and guarantee half my settlement to anyone who helps me attain a lawyer for this case.

it'll be worth your while, most likely.

LOOK AT THE FACTS.

ONLY A CORRUPT JUDGE WOULD RULE AGAINST ME.

PLEASE LOOK AT THE FACTS PAUL. JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE. OKAY? LOOK AT THE FACTS.

AND THEN DISCUSS THE MATTER WITH MY UNCLE WILBUR.

AND IF YOU CAN, HELP ME.

I'LL GIVE YOU HALF MY SETTLEMENT IF I WIN. AND ONLY A CORRUPT JUDGE WOULD RULE AGAINST ME.

READ THE WORDS PAUL. OKAY? FORGET ABOUT THE IMAGES UNTIL AFTER YOU'VE READ THE WORDS. THE IMAGES MATTER. BUT THEY ARE SECONDARY.
I CANT GUARANTEE IT. BUT LOOK AT THE FACTS! ONLY A CORRUPT COURT WOULD RULE AGAINST ME.


I HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU.
On Wed, Mar 11, 2020 at 1:59 PM Angeltruth Jacob <angeltruth.jacob@gmail.com> wrote:


Angeltruth Jacob <angeltruth.jacob@gmail.com>

Tue, Mar 10, 10:05 PM (15 hours ago)


to Paul



 Paul, will you and melanie look at these FACTS?

AND THEN HELP ME TO TAKE THE MINISTRY OF TRANSPORTATION TO COURT?

WITH A LAWYER.

CAN YOU SHOW UNCLE WILBUR THESE FACTS?
IF HES WELL ENOUGH?
I HOPE HES DOING GOOD.

ANYWAYS, 
FOR THE RECORD PAUL, LOOK AT THE FACTS I ADDRESS IN THIS WEBSITE.
ON ONTARIO TULES REGARDING BICYCLES AND CARS.

AND THEN NOTE THIS.


IM GONNA SUE THEM FOR 3 MILLION DOLLARS.


COUS.

I CANT GUURANTEE I'LL WIN.
BUT
IF I WIN, ILL GIVE YOU 1. 5 MILLION.
HALF MY SETTLEMENT.

PAUL, ONLY A CORRUPT JUDGE WOULD RULE AGAINST ME.
LOOK AT THE FACTS!

P.S.

PLEASE DONT TELL WINNIE AND JEFF, PAUL.

BECAUSE I DONT TRUST THEM, OKAY?

I BELIEVE JEFF AND WINNIE ARE INSANE.

TRUST ME PAUL.

IM NOT KIDDING.
THATS WHY, 
UNTIL I DEAL WITH THIS MATTER IN A COURT IN ONTARIO I DONT WANT THEM TO KNOW .


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On Thu., Mar. 26, 2020, 5:36 p.m. k.j linker, <subrosa7esoteric@gmail.com> wrote:
Dear paul. Hope you are well.
Please note this.
Fun factual information for you and family in Alberta. regarding family here.
I copy and paste it for you and uncle wilbur here.Thursday, March 26, 2020

To the readers of this site:

The following is a website , which is applied mostly to facts and memories which relate to my father in this life.
Jannes james linker.
And on that note, I write it, as various memories come to my mind.



The information contained therein may be sporadic, at times, on that note.

Yet , if the reader bares patiently with the written contents ultimately the information contained here in this website will make sense.

On that statement I begin writing this website with this conversation i engaged in with an associate in this life.
Named alan.

Addressed in this wise.
A conversation I had with alan c in this life.
I am sending you a copy of a picture my father took of me and my cousin , William.
Okay alan?
The picture might be upside down though. Because of a glitch in the computer programming on images presently.
"""Okay kerry.""
Alan says.
Sounds good.
I fixed it kerry!
The picture is straight now.
Cool, alan, thanks! 
Alan, he really was a good person. For the record.
William I mean.
My fathers nephew. Through my uncle klaus.
William john linker..
Despite the fact he was a rye and whiskey drinker, on a high altitude level.

He was friendly enough.
Ya know?
But of a truth he was a lost soul. Basically. In this life. Despite that truth.
He had trouble focusing on jesus.
But , to his credit, he always treated his mother , my aunt Clara,  to a good breakfast, every morning  , for years, at that restaurant on king street.
Below that rental building.


With all the downtown london crazies.
Just east of the richmond hotel.
In downtown london.

Bill linker really took care of his mother, after his dad died.
He treasured her.

Which is respectful.
And he loved my dad.
His closest relative.

.
The only relative he stayed in close touch with for some reason.
Weird.
His dad was the oldest of 12 kids.



My uncle klaus.
Good man.
But very strict.
And he sometimes beat william.
Billy didnt like his father.
Strange man was uncle klaus.



He was very religious.
Unlike all the other siblings of my dad.
My dad was more easy going.
As were all my aunts and uncles.

Regarding my fathers siblings.
But not uncle klaus.

My dad was strict.

He was religious.
But more easy about it.


Yet also this should be pointed out. my dad reverenced uncle klaus.
His only elder sibling.
In a very serious way.

He only listened to klaus.
No one else..that's probably why billy loved my dad so much.
Because my dad loved william.
Because ge reverenced his older brother.
Weird eh.
So my dad bought his nephew bill beers all the time when they met.
They were drinking buddies.
William loved my dad. 



Show quoted text
Uncle klaus wasnt a bad man.
He actually gave william a jeep!!
To drive!
And william drove it for a year and then sold it!
Uncle klaus was a good man.
But he did beat william a few times.
A bit 
Too severely.
It's the way klaus was raised.
His dad beat him a lot.
More then the other siblings.
Because klaus was the oldest..of my dads 12 siblings.

My grand father,  their dad believed the elder children needed to direct the younger ones in the family.

From klaus to Margaret the youngest to oldest their was actually a difference of 21 tears.


That's the problem..it put a wrench in their relationship...
Bill and his dad.
I mean.

My uncle klaus was the green house caretaker at eldon house for 30 years.
Actually.


I mentioned him once , after klaus died, to the employees at eldon house.
On ridiut street.
On a visit  I took there once with my dad.
.
They said, 

"" your uncle was klaus♡!!!
Oo he was such a good man!
Kind and respectful.
And he always did his job well.
Always kept this place in total working order!!
Too.
The guy we got now cant even fix a leaky faucet in the washroom."'


They said.

Show quoted text
One time, when william and uncle klaus were living on spring bank drive, in london, just before the bridge, close to wharncliffe road, in that big White House,
Will, was selling drugs and stealing things.
He went through a faze.

Somehow the police found out he was selling drugs for some dealers out of uncle klaus' s house.
While uncle klaus was on a trip to holland.

The police surrounded the house.
And ordered william to come out.
William refused .
And barricaded himself in the basement.


So the police threw tear gas into the basement.
And drove William out.
He had ten thousand dollars worth of stolen goods and drugs in the basement.

William was arrested and did 6 months dead time.
Then  got months in birch..

When uncle klaus got back from holland uncle klaus was not amused.
Show quoted text
Amusing story coming up.

On my dads 86th birthday in 2016, shortly after william was killed,, my uncle Wilbur drove from alberta to wish my dad a happy 86 th birthday in person!
My uncle wilbur was 73 at the time, I think.
He drove in his new car!
All the way from lacombe alberta!
Long drive.
He had coffee with my dad at 202 mcnay street for a few hours.
And then drove my dad to the birthday party.



 joining uncle rensa and my dads four sisters in a birthday celebration for my dad at the mandarin 
On wellington road.
South. 

That's all fine and sweet alan.
And it was a nice party,  my dad said.
But that's not the real  point of this story.

The point is this.


Before uncle wilbur drove my dad to the mandarin in his shiney new car, in london ontario, uncle wilbur jestered to my dad to get in the drivers seat to drive there himself.
And then wilbur tried to give dad the keys.
And let wilbur be the passenger in his own car.

" no wilbur, we dont do that, my dad said.
I saw my dad do this.
Before they drove off.
And I went to work accross town cutting someone's grass.

Wilbur didnt argue.
He always did what my dad told him.
Throughout his life.
Most of my dads siblings did the same.

After the birthday party I went to my dad to have a beer with him.

And during the course of my visit, I said, 
"Dad, how come you didnt take the keys and drive to the mandarin, like wilbur offered?""

My dad said, no kerry.
I wasnt in the mood to drive.
I then said , well what if uncle rensa asked you?



My dad said no he wouldnt drive. If uncle rensa asked him to.



I then, for fun, jesting my dad , went through a list of people and asked my dad, if they asked him to drive that car to the mandarin, would he?



And my dad said no.
Then to finish that topic my dad said , " Kerry, it wouldnt have mattered who asked me to drive.
I just wouldnt do it.
No matter who asked.
The prime minister of Canada, the arch angel micheal etc,
Even the queen of England.
Okay?""
My dad said.

I then, said, 
🌈🌈🌈 okay 
"" dad, one last question.
what if uncle KLAUS had asked you to drive today to the mandarin? For your birthday. Would you have then?"""
🌈🌈🌈

My dad though about the question.
And looked straight at the wall for about a minute.
Or maybe two.
Sternly.
But calm.
He stared.

Then my dad finally said, 
"""Yes. If klaus had asked him to drive to his birthday party at the mandarin,  my dad would most certainly have drove.

Weird eh, al?




Show quoted text
Alan, if you had ever listened to a conversation between my dad and uncle klaus you would have found it interesting.
Because, they had intense dutch accents.
And the weird thing about their conversations was,
"" they always finished every sentence with, the words
☆☆☆YA SEE??""

But the way they said , 
YA SEEE?
BECAME MORE INTENSE EVERY TIME.


ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN.
TRUST ME, IF YOU HAD HEARD THEM TALK TOGETHER IN THEIR INTENSE CONVERSATIONS THEY HAD OVER TIME YOUD KNOW WHAT IM SAYING.

IT EVENTUALLY BECAME AMUSING.
AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR OF LISTENING.
Show quoted text

COMMENTING ON MY FATHERS SUPREME BICYCLE TALENTS.

13 comments:

  1. Interesting comment.

    The day after my beloved mother passed on, my father and I choose to pedal bicycles to my see my mother's body at the london funeral home accross from west town plaza mall in london.
    ReplyDelete
  2. On the bicycle ride there, we stopped at Kentucky fried chicken at Huron street and adelaide street.
    ReplyDelete
  3. After riding there up victoria street.
    From my dads residence at 202 mcnary street in london.
    ReplyDelete
  4. So we ate at the fast food chicken place .
    Nothing weird about that.
    Coolie.
    ReplyDelete
  5. Then, right after, we started pedalling again towards west town mall.
    Its, at this point that this story gets a bit peculiar.
    ReplyDelete
  6. My father was a very smart man.
    He had wisdom.
    That's for sure.
    Anyone whoever spoke with my father knows my dad was generally smart.
    And his intelligence in geometry was very impressive.
    Yet, despite, that, for some strange reason, my father had a strange mental block to riding a bicycle.
    ReplyDelete
  7. A prime example of this is the fact me and jeff and winnie, plus everyone else were all thoroughly unaware my father spent a month in a hospital bed, when he was 70 years in age.
    After riding down hill on victoria street going west towards adelaide street .
    And then colliding with a car.
    Because my father didnt apply the bicycle brakes.
    ReplyDelete
  8. Another example is my brother.told me, one day, my father was riding his bicycle up a hill and , couldnt make it all the way.

    So, instead of getting off the bicycle, and walking up the hill, my dad just fell over.
    Which is peculiar.
    How someone could be so smart in so many ways and a powerful swimmer too, almost to the level of pro swimmer, could be so silly on a bicycle.

    Very peculiar indeed.
    ReplyDelete
  9. Anyways, the point to this story is simply this.
    Upon leaving Kentucky fried chicken,
    I started pedalling towards the curb , pedalling left.
    Because I thought their was no curb there.
    But a flat opening.

    Then, when I realized their was no flat surface there to pedal I told my dad we had to turn right and pedal.
    .
    My dad then pedalled a little bit right, but, then, he turned left again, and pedalled violently into the curb.
    ReplyDelete
  10. This comment has been removed by the author.
    ReplyDelete
  11. He then fell hard on the cement.
    And banged his head hard.
    I was very alarmed.
    "Dad!!" I shouted.
    What happened? Are you okay?""
    I said to him.
    I was very worried he was hurt.
    He went down hard.
    And his head bounced off the parking lot.
    I saw this happen.
    ReplyDelete
  12. Yet, despite that, despite being 80 my father immediately got up and said to me, "" I'm fine kerry.
    Let's keep going to the funeral home.
    We re running late."""
    Dad said.

    """Okay dad, I said.
    Cool."""
    That actually happened.
    ReplyDelete
  13. A five year old child would have easily followed my lead and turned right.
    Away from the curb.

    My father though, strangely pedalled his bicycle he was riding that day hard into a curb.
    Then my dad fell hard on some cement.

    Then he immediately got up fast.
    Unlike an 80 year old.
    And then my dad basically chastened me verbally because we were running late.
    He got back on that bicycle and we pedalled to the funeral home.
    Cool
    Astutely.
    ReplyDelete


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14 comments:

  1. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:19 PM

    Interesting comment.

    The day after my beloved mother passed on, my father and I choose to pedal bicycles to my see my mother's body at the london funeral home accross from west town plaza mall in london.

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  2. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:20 PM

    On the bicycle ride there, we stopped at Kentucky fried chicken at Huron street and adelaide street.

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  3. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:21 PM

    After riding there up victoria street.
    From my dads residence at 202 mcnary street in london.

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  4. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:22 PM

    So we ate at the fast food chicken place .
    Nothing weird about that.
    Coolie.

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  5. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:23 PM

    Then, right after, we started pedalling again towards west town mall.
    Its, at this point that this story gets a bit peculiar.

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  6. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:27 PM

    My father was a very smart man.
    He had wisdom.
    That's for sure.
    Anyone whoever spoke with my father knows my dad was generally smart.
    And his intelligence in geometry was very impressive.
    Yet, despite, that, for some strange reason, my father had a strange mental block to riding a bicycle.

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  7. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:30 PM

    A prime example of this is the fact me and jeff and winnie, plus everyone else were all thoroughly unaware my father spent a month in a hospital bed, when he was 70 years in age.
    After riding down hill on victoria street going west towards adelaide street .
    And then colliding with a car.
    Because my father didnt apply the bicycle brakes.

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  8. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:34 PM

    Another example is my brother.told me, one day, my father was riding his bicycle up a hill and , couldnt make it all the way.

    So, instead of getting off the bicycle, and walking up the hill, my dad just fell over.
    Which is peculiar.
    How someone could be so smart in so many ways and a powerful swimmer too, almost to the level of pro swimmer, could be so silly on a bicycle.

    Very peculiar indeed.

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  9. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:38 PM

    Anyways, the point to this story is simply this.
    Upon leaving Kentucky fried chicken,
    I started pedalling towards the curb , pedalling left.
    Because I thought their was no curb there.
    But a flat opening.

    Then, when I realized their was no flat surface there to pedal I told my dad we had to turn right and pedal.
    .
    My dad then pedalled a little bit right, but, then, he turned left again, and pedalled violently into the curb.

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  11. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:44 PM

    He then fell hard on the cement.
    And banged his head hard.
    I was very alarmed.
    "Dad!!" I shouted.
    What happened? Are you okay?""
    I said to him.
    I was very worried he was hurt.
    He went down hard.
    And his head bounced off the parking lot.
    I saw this happen.

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  12. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:47 PM

    Yet, despite that, despite being 80 my father immediately got up and said to me, "" I'm fine kerry.
    Let's keep going to the funeral home.
    We re running late."""
    Dad said.

    """Okay dad, I said.
    Cool."""
    That actually happened.

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  13. hermaphroditusc2q45March 26, 2020 at 1:55 PM

    A five year old child would have easily followed my lead and turned right.
    Away from the curb.

    My father though, strangely pedalled his bicycle he was riding that day hard into a curb.
    Then my dad fell hard on some cement.

    Then he immediately got up fast.
    Unlike an 80 year old.
    And then my dad basically chastened me verbally because we were running late.
    He got back on that bicycle and we pedalled to the funeral home.
    Cool
    Astutely.

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  14. hermaphroditusc2q45March 30, 2020 at 12:09 PM

    http://supercilioussiblings.blogspot.com/

    My brother and sister WINNIFRED and jeffrey are both clearly insane.

    Not guilty by reason of insanity.

    I'm positive of that.

    They fell into a very strange state of neuralgia.

    Gradually.

    As the contents of this website verify thoroughly.
    Factually.
    In many ways.

    The police, on the other hand, who I reported this to, were not insane.

    The police just simply refused to do their duty by investigating my facts I gave the police.
    On these matters.

    That makes the police clearly guilty.

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