A missing piece of Family history

I got this email from my sister today.

I will start with Dad's Grandfather. Mike Beneires immigrated from Greece in 1910, he rode on a ship called the Columbia. Originally he was from a small town call Corinthes Paleas, but he boarded the ship in Patras, Greece, which is now a very touristy area, where Carnival originated. When he arrived in America he went to a small area around Omaha, called Douglas, Nebraska. His immigration costs, and room and board were paid for by a company who relocated immigrants in the early 1900's. They would get people over here, and find them room and board, and a job. Grampa Mike worked in a barber shop for contract time of 5 years, and continued to work there until the day he died. I was told that rain or shine, whenever he got a tip, whether it was a nickel,dime, or penny, he would cross the street, and deposit it in his savings account. In early 1925 he met Dorothy Goodwill, of Omaha, and they married. That December they had their first child, Shirley Beneires. Our Grandma, Georgene Beneires (Gramma Jo) was born in 1929. Several years later Dorothy ran off with a salesman who came to the door. This was during the depression, and Mike was forced to put both girls in an orphanage for 7 years. While they were there, he would pick them up on Sunday's and take them out for the day. When he remarried later he was able to bring the girls back home. Apparently they hated their stepmother. Grandpa Mike told them that their mother had died of Phemonia, but my source says she doesn't know if that is the truth, or something he told them so they would not wait for her any longer.

Anyways, Gramma Jo lived grew up in Omaha (Douglas) and married her first husband in 1945, his name was Clarence Casey. They had two children together, Judy Ann was born in 1946, and died in 1949. The story is that Clarence spun her around by her ankles, and whacked her head on the wall. No one knows the exact story. The other child was Dennis Patrick Casey, and he was born in 1948. Patrick is still alive, and would be dad's half brother. I have recently found out that he is in prison, and will more than likely die there. I am hoping that dad will write him, because it is not something I feel comfortable with. I do have the phone # for his wife, however, and she is excited to talk with me. She told my contact that they had found a picture of Georgene holding a little boy, and when they asked who it was she told them it was Patrick, him and his wife knew this was not true, and now they know that that boy is our dad! Apparently she has all of Georgene's things at her house, pictures, birth certs, death certs, etc. I believe she still lives in Nebraska.
So, Dad was born in 1951, so sometime between the time her first son was born in '48, and 1950 she ended up in Kansas, and met our Grandpa Eldon. Dad was born in Abilene, Kansas, and Georgene's signature is on his birth certificate. When Grampa Eldon went to Korea, Gramma Jo, Patrick and Dad came to live in Astoria with Dad's gramma. They lived there for 3 years, until Eldon came home from the war. As soon as he returned he and Georgene divorced and custody of Dad was given to Gramma from Astoria, where he grew up.
My contact person is Shirley's daughter,Leslie, so she would be dad's first cousin. She was born in '49. Shirley had several other children and several marriages.
Leslie lives in San Bernardino, CA and has one son of her own, and adopted 5 biological brothers who were born to a drug addict. She said that the way her mother was so aloof with her and her brothers made her want to be more of a parent. But, she understands why her mother, and dad's mother were able to be that way with their children, since they never knew what nurture or love looked or felt like! Leslie told me that she was closer to our Gramma Jo than her own mother, she calls her Aunt Jo. She said she was a character, and was always making her laugh.
Anyways, back to Gramma Jo, she lived in Omaha most of her life, obviously except when she was with Grampa, which she never told a soul about. She had several long relationships, and the last on was very interesting. Gramma Jo worked at a chinese food restraunt for 20 years, one day she heard one of the other waitresses talking about how her father had been taken by this woman for all her was worth, so he found her an killed her. Georgene went with this young waitress to the prison to meet this man. When he got out, they got married! Leslie told me that she joked with him that Jo was very important to her, and if she came up missing, she would kill him.....lol. Wierd, huh. Anyways, they decided to donate their bodies toscience, when they died, and that's what they did. Gramma Jo died in August 2009, only last year! Her sister Shirley died in 2008. Apparently there is a gravestone somewhere, I would like to see it someday. Leslie has been in contact with the woman who took care of Gramma Jo for the last 5 years of her life. She is also willing to talk to me, and tell me about Gramma!
Now, back to our Great grandfather. He was able to take all of his savings when he met Dorothy, and buy them a house, which he lived in until he died. Both Georgene and shirley were raised there, and Leslie told me she never remembered Georgene live anywhere but there. On the day Grampa died, she said he had came home for lunch as usual, and while Georgene was preparing his lunch he went to lie down, she heard a strange breath, but continued to prepare lunch, when she went to get him for his meal, he had passed away. This was 1971. So he lived from 1892-1971. She also told me the address of the house. She remembered visiting there when she was a child, and loved her Grampa Mike. She said the house reiked of cigar smoke, but it became customary to smell it when she arrived. She also told me that Grampa Mike hated Greece. He never spoke a word of Greek, unless he was cussing, because he didn't want anyone to know he was cussing, needless to say, she said the only Greek they learned growing up was profanity.....lol.
I have really enjoyed speaking with Leslie, she seems like a wonderful woman! I came across her mother's obituary, and knew it was dad's aunt, so when it listed living family members, I wrote down her name and found her address. I sent her a letter in mail. I almost didn't send it, but I though what do I have to lose. When she recieved the letter, she was in shock, and read it several times over. She said it made her cry. Then, reality set in, and she doubted I was who I said, But then she went online and found all the queries I had posted over the last several years, then she knew I was who I said I was, she told her brother's that she beleived me and was going to everything she could to help me, they agreed, and she emailed me that day. We have been corresponding through email ever since, and I have even spoken to her on the phone. She said she has talked tofamily members she hasn't spoken to in years because of this, and uncovered things she didn't even know. She said she is thankful I sent the letter, and is excited to know that she has more family out there!
Okay, well, I can't think of anything else right now, If you think of any questions, I might be able to find an answer for you. I am attaching a picture of Great-Grampa Mike from Greece, his wife Dorothy, and the baby is Shirley, dad's aunt. This picture was taken before Gramma Jo was born. Hope you enjoy reading this stuff. Dad thinks I look just like my great gramma, and Leslie told me that Gramma Jo looked just like her!

To people who don't want to be my friend.

Having a passive vocabulary of 300,000 words or better I find it hard to communicate with average people so I tend to use emotional conveyant speach. Growing up I had the highest standardized test scores in the history of my school district. But I don't expect science with just anyone. Most people are dumb. There are plenty of intelligent ways to communicate with intelligent people. I always get a little pissed when people tell me what words I can't use. Some words are a more colorful than others. Furthermore I repect the constitution which is coming under fire from all directions lately in case you are not paying attention to the news. I'm for protecting free speach by saying something offensive. Who are you to judge? Angry and Young? A person with any kind of humility doesn pass judgement on other people. The biggest part of communication is listening.

So if you don't want to be my friend just don't accept my request. I don't need to know why you don't like me. You felt the need to give me what for like you think you are better than me. If you want to sound intelligent. Don't say cuss words. Say profanity. Not like I'd expect you to be some kind of linguistic anthropologist.

So if you don't want to be my friend. Just don't. I don't care why. You are probably dumb anyway.

My new years resolution

1. Stop using and abusing caffine products on a daily basis.
2. Learn to speak better German.
3. Earn more college credits by going to school full time.
4. Write and publish a book.
5. Get a raise/promotion at my job or find a new higher paying job.
6. Don't be such a goddamn slob Shave more often.
7. Spend less money.
8. Make more money.
9. Pay off car.
10. Do your own taxes and save $100 on CPA.
11. Get artwork appraised. Sell artwork.
12. Work out more and don't be such a fat ass.
13. Find a girl your own age or a younger girl who likes older men.
14. Meet more people like me. Smart people.
15. Attend more social events.
16. Take at least two weeks of vacation time.
17. Actually do something for vacation this year.
18. Drink a little less. Except red wine before sex.
19. Learn trapping.
20. Improve hunting and outdoor skills.

Spyware of civil rights which is it?

It's probably happened to you. You are surfing the internet trying to find useful information on one topic or another. You visit whatever pages come up in the search results. You end up getting some kind of spyware. Now your computer is running slow. So you download some free anti-spyware software. Than it turns out to not be free just a free trial so you buy the license. You use it to scan your computer. You try to get your computer to run like it did before you got spyware. It doesn't so you take it to a computer shop. You pay the guy $65/hour to work on it. He fixes the issue or at least it seems fixed.

Now that your computer is fixed you are still out the $65 and whatever you paid for software and no real confidence that it won't happen again. Someone depribed you of $65 and several hours of what would have bee productive time. This doesn't just happen to you. It happens to millions of people who all end up having to buy software or pay someone a bunch of mioney to fix their computer. Wouldn't it be a lot nicer if their wasn't spyware to begin with. Isn't it illegal to steal data off of someone's computer? Yeah I'm sure it is. In fact the constituition saying noone shall be depribed of life liberty or property without do proccess of law. Who do these spyware creators think they are to violate your civil rights like that? Doesn't the constituition say that we shall have freedom from unwarranted search and seizure? That applies to whatever is on your computer as well. Your data is your property. What about the the pursuit of happiness. I was pursuing happiness up until the point where the spyware made my computer crash. At that point I was depribed.

The point is spyware is illegal and no one is getting arrested for stealing data off people's computers and wasting countless hours of productive time of millions of people worldwide. People who make spyware should be in prison and they should have to pay restitution and huge fines.

My computer has enough ram to put a sattelite into orbit. There's no reason it shouldn't work when I try to browse the internet. Some punks are fucking over those of us who are just trying to have access to information.

Athiest stuff

I found an author that I'm going to have to read. Richard Dawkins. He's scholarly and pretty good at debate.

Here's a link to his website Richard Dawkin

Here's the facebook group I made in response to all the religious spam on Facebook.
Facebook Group for Athiest

Hope this is helpful to anyone.

How to make a little Christmas cash by spreading holiday cheer

So you need some Christmas cash? Here's a great way to spread Christams cheer and make some moneyHow's a great way to get some money Social media marketing web publishing and AdSense.

What you need.

1. Google Adsense account. This assumes you have one already. You can create one easily.

2. A blog. You can set up a blog on Blogger or a blog hosting site.

3. A Youtube account.

4. Accounts on several social networking sites. (I already several thousand friends on MySpace and Facebook)

Now that you have all that stuff you can get started.

1. Create a blog and write a few posts about your holiday message or wish that you would like to share with people.

2. Use the "monetize option to put AdSense ads in your blog.

3. Record a short video less than ten minutes with your Holiday message. Post it to your YouTube account. Put a link to your blog in the description area to right of the video. Make a short statement in your video letting people know they can go to your blog and read more about your holiday message.

4. Post the video along with a link to your blog to your friends on your favorite social networking sites. When people visit the site they will see non-intrucing pay per click (PPC) ads on your blog. If they click the ads your blog you will make money. Get people to share your message with others.

In doing this you can spread some holiday cheer and maybe make some money in the proccess.

So what are you waiting for?

If you like this post and you use my idea please post a link back to this page.

WWII vet tells Obama to shape up or ship out

I normally don't copy/paste things into my blogs. But this letter struck my fancy. I like it when the old men with some balls speak their minds.

WW II Battleship sailor tells Obama to shape up or ship out ! This venerable and much honored WW II vet is well known in Hawaii
for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organizations and causes
all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body,
he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now.
He dictated this letter to a friend, signed it and mailed it to the president.

Dear President Obama,
My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.
I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor, allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.
One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.
So here goes.
I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.
I can't figure out what country you are the president of.
You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:
" We're no longer a Christian nation"
" America is arrogant" - (Your wife even
announced to the world,"America is mean-
spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching
that nonsense to 23 generations of our
war dead buried all over the globe who
died for no other reason than to free a
whole lot of strangers from tyranny and
hopelessness.)
I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.
After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals."
Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.
I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.
Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man.
Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue. You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.
And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts, who was putting up a fight? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.
One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.
You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.
You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now.
And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.
Sincerely,Harold B. Estes

When a 95 year old hero of the "the Greatest Generation" stands up and speaks out like this, I think we owe it to him to send his words to as many Americans as we can. Please, pass this on!!