"CHEERS MY FRIENDS!"

Hello, my friends! I have heard from several of you and I rejoice that you have not forgotten me! Know that I think of all of you with love each day.

I am still living in England. I will be returning to America in June, to take care of some personal agendas, then returning to England. I can not tell you how very beautiful it is here! I feel so "at Peace" within myself. I have finally found my place in this life.

I am not permitted to work here, as I am not a Citizen, so I am currently on the "call list" to do volunteer work, when needed. Littlehampton is a small town, on the Southern Coast of England. No traffic is permitted in the "Common Area", so shopping is wonderful.

I have been to so many historical areas, including London, where I attended a Peter Gabriel Concert. Although I WAS not familiar with his music, he was amazing! Next, I will see KISS, also in London, and then SANTANA (in London) in October! Music has always been such a huge part of my life and the opportunity to see some of the "greats" is such a gift.

My friend and I go on Mystery Trips (which means I am not told where I am going) nearly every weekend. The awesome history of this Country unfolds before me and just takes my breath away.

To all of you, please let me know how you are! I truly miss each and everyone of you!

My Love,

Sueann

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".

"Appreciate All Of You!"

Hi my friends! Won't be posting until after my out of town company leaves on Monday afternoon. Thank you all for your concern and love and hugs! Still having the headaches! Everyone, please take care of yourselves!
Hug from,
"us

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".

"The Poor Man Who Lived Across the Way"

We were up until 3AM last night, sobbing. After the memory of the suffocation, other memories flooded into our brain. The memory I am about to share, is not my abuse, but horrible abuse done to another, that I witnessed.

Across the road, from the Haunted House, lived a Father and Son. The Father was probably in his 60's and the son in his 30's. The son was "deaf and dumb". He made guttural sounds, but could not say anything that made any sense. I was pre-school, at the time. Mother tells the story of when I was just a toddler and was found to be "missing" from the yard. Mother says after searching the entire street we lived on, she was about to call the police, when she spotted me walking up the road, the son holding my hand, bringing me home. I don't remember this incident, but I would bet anything, the Mother yelled at him and probably told him to never take me away again.

As I grew a bit older, I befriended the son. We had no conversations, of course. I remember a feeling of safeness with him. Once, he brought me a stray kitten, as a gift, I guess. No pets were allowed at the Haunted House, so together, we made a little shelter for the kitten behind the son's house. It was our secret and further sealed our bond of friendship. In my Child's heart, I loved and trusted this man. We shared more than friendship and the little kitty, I know now, it was because we shared something else....extreme abuse.

The father walked with a cane. He also used that cane to beat the son about his legs and his back. The son, due to repeated beatings, walked, well....in a crooked way. Many days, I hid behind the Berry Bush in the Haunted House yard, and cried, as I watched that father beat his son, over and over. The son would cry out in pain, in his guttural way. I remember, many times, I ran into the Haunted House, begging, pleading that someone do something to help the son. No one ever did. I was told to mind my own business, to stay away from the son. I never did. I remained his friend, and he mine, until one day, he was gone! I was told he had been taken to a State Hospital. I never saw my friend again. I remember sobbing into my pillow at the thought of never seeing him again. I will never forget him. I am sure he passed away long ago, but he remains in my heart. The kitty, well the old man, the father, killed the kitty with his cane.

I have to ask "WHY" did none of the adults in that town do anything to stop the abuse? Today, I am so angry so horrified that the neighbors just turned and looked away from such horrible abuse! My hands are actually shaking, as I type this post. Why is abuse ignored? How can people just turn away? Where is God while these atrocities are happening? I will never understand the refusal of people to intervene and stop abuse!!!!

Sueann~

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".

"Susannah Writes" - "Our" Dear Friend

So how was your day? Thanking you for asking. It started out rather nicely with RAIN hitting against the roof and the windows. Our Puppy was happy to see "us" after a long night's sleep. She's actually 12 years old, but to "us" she is still "our" Puppy. Into the den, "we" came, to check "our" Email. That's when it happened....all HELL broke loose!

Peace to everyone. I, Susannah, am writing this Post tonight, because "everyone" else is in hiding. "They" are frightened and are feeling used and exploited. So you are stuck with me!

A person ripped "us" off today! Yep, took the words right out of one the posts from this Blog. In all fairness, it was probably not done in a malicious manner. However, this Blog is the story of "our" lives and the words written are not meant to be used in an other's Blog. Well there was a huge over-reaction and this Blog, that was to be a safe haven in which to write "our" thoughts, was almost deleted....by, well "one"of us. Thank God for a wonderful friend of "ours", who shall remain anonymous, we found protection (which is something "we" are not used to having) for our Blog. "Our" friend , and you know who you are, is kind and generous and sweet and loving and puts up with "us", gives "us" support and direction when "we" need it...like today. So dear Friend...thank you from all of "us" and know how much your being there is so special to "us". Peace to you sweetie.

Susannah~~~~

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".