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Then, at Zack’s home in my travels East I sit up and listen to my Samantha, her mother Lillia not present most of the time leaves her to grow on her-own… I-try to assist in her-raising, but she still seems to have liberal-observation and little-patience for serving or waiting. She has a self-justified, independence. Accepts requests given her, not wanting to be seen, as obtuse. She is a-bit like Beatrice, she sees that reward is very, often hooked to-work and being-commanded. I try my-best to support her own personality yet un-subjection-ism, hangs on… She will be a mind to be reckoned with, as-due her great-aunt she-will come out of her shell and be a mighty, tour de force. It will be elemental I inform my son that he will need to gain her-attention and reward her for her-efforts, without-request…
Shannon, Lillia’s second-child, whom I see as a strong-willed nonchalant child, doesn’t over-emphasize anything, she will have to be shown how her own-dimensions is an affect of her-actions and motivations. Once she attains her self-suiting, in life no-one will be more impressed than her-family whose designs fulfill-all of a world, to Grand-mama. Bau’s namesake a gentleman I feel graced to be in his company, is a superior-child right out of the womb. After travels-across the mid-west to the lake regions of Michigan with its cool lake-winds Bau is a relish-er of drive. I have seen him help lift things thirty or more pounds with only a slight whiff. He’s a large-child of eight, he would be a worthy work-man, not at all subjugation he’d be a strong-worker or an able-taskmaster, perhaps the Armed-forces, or other regimented duties. …He is quiet yet astute, he doesn’t leeway to disappearing but surveys in most-areas. Big shoulders and hands, as is his father he’d be an able-man of chores as he-is with his dainty, Grand-mama who can not find-enough for him to-do as he posters the deeming-of logic…
Each of these, the price-of their character; will-not be abandoned, their hearts will attain, being taken as face-value, there will be not disuse of their hearts, minds or bodies. They will-invite the luminescence of the proper-assessment, assertion and attainment of the grand-circumstances of whatever proves their want in-life. I do know that. It is my place as a full-liver of life that the valued-interests in visional, vocal and vestment will-prove, as provide, the allotting-of the vindicating expression, empowerment and obligation to-find their dimension in-life. I-wonder of their future-still, whether the great-light of progress will be there without, those precepts of one’s faith. Without the ‘drive’ of price, or precociousness; which hardship and hunger drove the prosperity of the accounting of human-attainment. I will do anything in my power to guide, perhaps not in certainty, but to-explore deeding, of what may-come.
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~Final Entry~
I-have become aware that my life is ending, I will be going to-be with my beloved Will… My children have been taken care of. They are successful, settled and well. I have provided for them, as I and Will have done our duty. This-day is the final day for entry. I will not be writing again. I will go to the beach, speak with old friends and enjoy California’s warm-sun light. Smell the ocean again, and think-back and ponder on the life I have lived, this is the story of my-life in all its experience. May those who-have not known me understand that the gold, the beauty of this once, new and devoted-country and know that this is a place of unknown, greatness. I prepared-this as the great-call to believe, and the grand-honor to pursue in its brave new-life. May God bless you see that life is for all a grand-scheme.
This May 23th, 1879
~Mrs. Genny Garcon Mc Masters
**Baumgartner Garcon Mc Masters III whelped-in the afternoon sunshine as he thought of his great grandmother and all she had done. As the late-afternoon winds blew, the waitress at the eatery observed as the large red-haired, tattered clothed man had disappeared into the Southwestern-windy, evening…
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