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a new post on our family site… September 27, 2012

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by Gert McQueen

 

A tribute to my childhood friend…Lydia Dushenko

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update post on Gert’s blog September 23, 2012

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come over and read this…

 

Update on developments, of Joan Wheeler’s dirty deeds, that were exposed on August 14, 2012

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Dumb-ass sisters and their delusions, Joan Wheeler speaks again September 19, 2012

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here’s the latest over at Gert’s blog….

Dumb-ass sisters and their delusions…is how Joan Wheeler describes her birth sisters on an adoptee site!

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1. RuthSeptember 20, 2012

tell me again Brian Maloney how Joan is the innocent “victim” – when on September 10, 2012, she’s on the internet saying her birhtsisters are dumbasses? – well Joan – a double dumbass on you AND idiot Brian.

Joan Wheeler’s book Forbidden Family is not only libelous, it’s poorly researched. September 15, 2012

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In my post  “Why must Joan Wheeler continue to tell lies about her birth family?”, I wrote the following:

Joan Wheeler is constantly saying that our family was “poor” and we lived in a run-down neighborhood. Not so. We did live in a back apartment. So? Some houses are constructed up and down. Front and back. Actually, our apartment was the back AND the whole second floor! Our landlord, Mr. Johnson and his wife had the small one bedroom apartment downstairs in the front.

In the 1950′s and 1960′s, the nieghborhood that we lived in, Smith St. near William St. was vibrant. All along William St. was a bustling shopping district. With a large city playground nearby. There were 2 gas stations, a post office, 3 drug stores, several mom + pop delis, a couple of small variety stores, a liquor store, a butcher store, a large supermarket, a Deco restaurant, and we lived about a mile from Central Terminal, the main hub of railroad passenger and freight service.

I also recently quoted my facebook buddy, Star Trek Troubles with Tribbles author, David Gerrold when he said that “as a writer, 90% of what I do is RESEARCH.”

This is where Joan makes a crucial mistake. She doesn’t do her RESEARCH!

Joan was born in January 1956 and by April 1956, was relinquished to adoption. The final papers were signed in January 1957.  During that time, the Wheelers lived on Coit St., near Broadway. Only one block and two and a half blocks up from where we lived on Smith St.  After adopting Joan, the Wheelers moved to a newly purchased house in Kenmore, a northern suburb of Buffalo.

We moved to Smith St. in the middle of the block, between Howard St. and William St., somewhere between January 1947 and May 1948. Gert’s birth certificate says the address where mom and dad lived was 650 Genesee St. and Kathy’s gives the address as 824 Smith. St. We lived in a apartment that consisted of a small back yard, with wild elderberry trees and a wild cherry tree. My paternal grandmother made home made elderberry wine. We had a back shed.

Our home consisted of a kitchen with a separate pantry, a small dining room, living room and a small bedroom where mom and dad slept. (And later, dad and our stepmom). We shared a bathroom with our landlord and landlady, the Johnson’s. Then we had the entire upstairs which consisted of a large bedroom in the front of the house, where we 3 girls slept, a large “playroom” that had a small built in closet with shelves, where house linens were stored. (sheets, pillowcases, tablecloths, towels, etc). A smaller section was used as a closet – our bedroom didn’t have one, so Dad made us one – he put together, using plumbing pipes and plumbing joints, a free standing rack for us to hang our dresses on. We had dressers for our other clothing.

On the other side of the playroom, was the entrance to the attic that we shared with the Johnson’s and a small room that used to be a bathroom, but after the ceiling caved in, and the plumbing fixtures removed, it was converted to a bedroom for my brother and stepbrother.  They had bunkbeds and I’m not really remembering how their clothes were stored. But I do remember the old medicine cabinet on the wall was used to store the boy’s army figures.

Around 1961, we moved next door to 822 Smith St, because it was a bigger apartment and we had a separate bathroom. In 1965, Dad bought a house and moved to the Delevan/Grider section, right around the corner from the old E.J. Meyer Memorial Hospital (now Erie County Medical Center – ECMC).

As to the Smith St. neighborhood – Joan makes a big deal about it in her book, when in the 1970’s after being reunited with us, she goes to see where we used to live and was dismayed at the run-down neighborhood. But she fails to realize that what she saw in the 1970’s was NOT the way it was in the 1950’s when we lived there. She failed to do her RESEARCH. – So I went and did it for her.

Today, September 15, 2012, my husband John and I were in the main downtown branch of the Buffalo and Erie County Library, where many historical books and maps and documents are kept. It is a treasure trove for anyone interested in the history of Western New York and the birth of Buffalo, which began with the name of New Amsterdam.  Years ago, (1996)  in researching my present neighborhood, I learned that prior to my house being built in 1910, the whole section was farmland, belonging to the Erb Family Farm.

John and I today went to see the library’s exhibit on the War of 1812. There was a major battle during the War of 1812, when the British crossed over from Canada into the Village of Black Rock and burned almost all of New Amsterdam to the ground.

Many other key battles were fought on Lakes Erie and Ontario. During one overnight battle, our national anthem was written. – remember the lyrics “… gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there.”

During the rebuilding, the name of New Amsterdam was changed to Buffalo. Eventually growing outwards until it encircled the village of Black Rock. Now Black Rock is known as just a neighborhood in Buffalo. – and the exhibit for the War of 1812 in the downtown library has maps and documents, and the corner of where I used to live in the 1970’s with my first husband – Amherst St. and Military Rd., is prominently mentioned. As is the old Pratt and Letchworth steel mill (built in the early 1800’s) where my first husband worked.

Anyway, getting back to my childhood neighborhood, across town on the East Side of Buffalo. Remember where I earlier mentioned a bunch of businesses that I remember as being around where I lived? As long as I was in the library,  I went and looked at the 1959 Polk’s City Directory and came away with the following businesses on William St., from Emslie St. down to Fillmore Ave. Our playground was on William St. starting from Fillmore Ave, to almost Coit St. and is not listed in the directory. There were residences on William St, some were separate houses, some were back or upstairs apartments to many of the smaller businesses, and these residences are not listed. I only want to show that when we lived there, it was a thriving busy shopping district.

Emslie St. had our church and school, Sacred Heart, a couple of blocks south from William St. Our paternal grandmother lived on Howard St. near Krettner St, which is only one block from Emslie. So our grandparents lived within walking distance from our house, and we passed it when we went to church or school.

Starting from Emslie St., the businesses that were on William St. in 1959 were:

Loblaws (a large supermarket)

Uni-Tri Furniture + Appliance of Buffalo

M.H. Fishman – 5 and $1.00

Fosser’s Flowers

Family Store

National Wholesale Dry Goods

Haber Furniture

Lombardo Santo Shoes

Krettner St. intersects

E-Z Shopping Center

Floyd Miller Grocery

George Hoffmann Ice Cream

American Washer Service

Murther’s Home Bakery

Buffalo Picture Framing and Mirror Corp.

Community Liquor Store

Aron Goldberg Furniture

Sherman St. intersects

Marine Trust Co. – bank

Alfred Wallpaper and Paint

Citizen’s Fur Service (a furrier? a FURRIER? In a neighborhood that Joan portrays as poor?)

Cadet Cleaners (dry cleaner)

Ray Lippens Restaurant

Smithey’s Barber Shop

Rudolph Frey – butcher

Frey Sausages

Choice Cut Meat

Stanton St. intersects

E.J. Meyer Hospital Dispensary #2

US Post Office

Fran’s Grill and Restaurant

Lovejoy Loan Association

Ritter Plumbing

William St. Market

Used Furniture

Ben’s Wholesale Furniture

Furniture Manufacturer Wholesale Outlet

Shumway intersects

Bison Sausage

Potts Furniture

Rothschild Inc – wholesale candy

Matty’s Doughnuts (oh I remember this one!)

Sloan’s Second Hand Store

Wolff’s Furniture Store

Quality Wholesale Tobacco

Smith St. intersects

Bory’s Wallpaper and Paint

Fran + Rocky’s Mobil gas station – (I remember the Mobil Pegasus sign – you could see it from our bedroom window)

Tripi’s shoe repair

Mrs. Lottie Radzikowski Beauty Shop

Thelma’s Drapery Shop

Soby’s  Pharmacy

Chandu’s Restaurant (I didn’t know until years later – it was a high class burlesque place!)

Kokouska deli

Coit St. intersects

Club Polka Restaurant

Holy Trinity Ukrainian Orthodox Church

Sanitary Barber Shop

Detroit St. intersects

Select Cleaners

Paul Bochynski Barber

Alice’s Restaurant (oh be quiet)

Video Radio Shop

Krysauf  Restaurant

Industrial Steel Products Machinery

Bazaar Ukrainian Art Store

Bazaar Ukrainian Club

Niagara Mohawk Power sub station

Canopy Grill

Fillmore Ave. intersects

Now it took me all of 10 minutes to write this down at the library and another few minutes to type it all out. So what is Joan’s excuse? Joan with her two college degrees and she can’t even do the basic research for her book.

These pictures show the intersection of William and Emslie in 1910 and 2003. I can’t find any pictures from 1940’s or 50’s. The building that housed the Savoy theatre is still standing, but is vacant. The brown and white structure on the left in the 2003 photo is the YMCA – where our supermarket Loblaws used  be. The vacant lot across the street was where Hammond’s Drug Store was. A lot of changes in a hundred years. Some for the bad, some for the good.

1. gertmcqueenSeptember 16, 2012

Ruth this post is excellent! It proves your great abilities as a researcher and your memory.

>She doesn’t do her RESEARCH! Correct; all of Joan’s research comes from her bigoted adoptive parents and ‘hearsay’ from many birth-relatives, siblings included, where memories are faded and not ‘documented’ while talking to a ‘family’ member. No one KNEW that when they were speaking with Joan from the time we reunited that she was keeping NOTES and writing a book. So the memories of birth family members were then MADE INTO a narrative that fit into Joan’s version of HER STORY. Problem with that way of working is that it is NOT RESEARCH and can not be sold as truth.

>Joan Wheeler is constantly saying that our family was “poor” and we lived in a run-down neighborhood. Not so. Correct; that comes from being raised by snubs that looked down on the birth family, she was raised that way and it comes out of her everywhere

>Wheelers lived on Coit St., near Broadway. Only one block and two and a half blocks up from where we lived on Smith St. After adopting Joan, the Wheelers moved to a newly purchased house in Kenmore, a northern suburb of Buffalo Correct; the Wheeler’s came from the same background and neighborhoods that we all came from but when they moved to the suburbs…well it happens all the time, they are called snobs.

>Gert’s birth certificate says the address where mom and dad lived was 650 Genesee St. and Kathy’s gives the address as 824 Smith. St. Correct.

>and a small room that used to be a bathroom, but after the ceiling caved in, and the plumbing fixtures removed Correct; one of the most exciting memories, we were watching Howdy Doody when the ceiling came down on us and we fled into the kitchen where Mom and Dad were.

>In 1965, Dad bought a house Correct…I married in 65 and never lived in that house.

>when in the 1970’s after being reunited with us, she goes to see where we used to live and was dismayed at the run-down neighborhood Correct; I had the same reaction when I went back to the old neighborhood, but I UNDERSTOOD about urban decay. Joan never sees things in their proper place…only how it will fit into her version and if it doesn’t she makes it fit…that’s called lying.

>Emslie St. had our church and school, Sacred Heart, a couple of blocks south from William St. Our paternal grandmother lived on Howard St. near Krettner St, which is only one block from Emslie. So our grandparents lived within walking distance from our house, and we passed it when we went to church or school Correct; also before we went to Sacred Heart we went to School #40, within walking distance on Pink St off of Smith. And our maternal grandparents lives a few blocks up towards Broadway and Fox St (?) where St Ann’s Church is…I believe our parents were married there and where Kathy and I had received ‘confirmation’.  Ruth’s note: I never went to School 40, by the time I got to school age, we started going to Sacred Heart. School 40 is on Clare St., but to get there from our house, you did walk up Pink St. – It was a short distance from our house. In 1981-85, I lived on Townsend St., about a half mile from our old house on Smith. From 1985, 1987, I lived on the corner of Clinton and Clare Sts, only two blocks from School 40. – St. Ann’s is on Broadway near Emslie – Fox St. is in another neighborhood Gert – close to where the old Twin Fair store on E. Ferry was – Fox St. is where Uncle Rich and Aunt Ann lived. — Ruth’s additonal comment and correction of herself:

speaking of NOT RELYING ON PEOPLE’S HEARSAY – Boy did I just do a big oopsey. Gert is talking about FOX St. I was thinking of BOX St.- with a B. I just had a flash when I was just proof-reading all of this – and said to self – “wait a minute – it was BOX St. off of Kehr St, near French near E. Ferry where my stepmother’s good friend Millie lived. – So like a GOOD RESEARCHER DOES – I checked Google Maps – yep, I was wrong – Fox St., with an F – does indeed run by Broadway.

I remember many a Sunday dinner at Grandpa and Grandma’s Herr’s house and how Grandpa Herr had the wooden spoon ready incase any child did not behave right at the dinner table.

Thanks so much for this Ruth, marvelous work! This is why we are writing to restore our lives, our parents backgrounds, our family honor! Joan Wheeler had no business writing any kind of book about our lives and our parents. She still has no right in talking about us and we will continue to speak out against her until she removes all those hate blogs against us.

2. RuthSeptember 16, 2012

excellent comment Gert – and you are so right that Joan relied on people’s narratives – which can be faulty. – See how I corrected you about the location of School 40 and where Fox St. is? (readers – you have to remember Gert is older than me, and has not lived in Buffalo since 1982. As I said in my note in the body of the post, I lived a half mile from our old house from 1981. Our house was only demolished in early summer 2011. My house on Townsend was demolished in 2009. Grandma Sippel’s house at 177 Howard was demolished many years ago – and another house with the same address is there now. But I know exactly where the original house was – on the corner of Howard and Bond St. – Krettner ended at Howard only a few houses away. In a house on Bond St., just two doors from the corner lived my brother’s best friend George Fischer – and we used to look out our windows at each and make faces at each other – you know, all the stupid things kids do. School 40 is still there, and is still open. St. Ann’s and Sacred Heart are closed. Sacred Heart school was demolished in 2010. I know where Uncle Rich lived on Fox St., because his daughter, my cousin Nancy lives only a mile and a half from me, and certainly remembers where she grew up. I currently live in the Bailey/Genesee section, just a half mile from Holy Name of Jesus church where my parents were married. Right around the corner on Bailey, used to be School 9 where my mother went to grammer school. Uncle Rich went there too, and tells me how he used to leave school, walk down the street one block over my present house, and walk along the railroad tracks that lead right to his house on Scheu Park – which is only less than a mile from my present house. Because I know the neighborhoods of Buffalo’s East Side, I know what stories are correct. Joan never lived on the East Side – except as an adult, when she lived for a few years in the Broadway/Bailey section. BUT and this is a big but – NOBODY TOLD JOAN THAT WE WERE POOR GROWING UP – nobody that is but her adoptive parents. And stupid Joan, BELIEVED them. Like I said, she didn’t do her own RESEARCH. She relied on older people’s gossip – she listened to their “point of view” and tried to pass it off as truth. She relied on people’s recollection of years past – go back and look at MY own recollection – what did I write? – TWO gas stations? But when I did the RESEARCH – only gas station showed up in the City Directory. Then again, the other gas station is at the corner of William and Fillmore – and the Deco restaurant was next to it -on the southeast corner of William and Fillmore. There has always been a gas starion there – and still is. — When I lived on Townsend St. in the early 80′s – I would buy gas there. Townsend is a one-way street, 2 blocks from Fillmore and ends at William St. Where I lived on Clinton St. – 85-87 – Clare St., where School 40 is – is only one block from Fillmore Ave. – and only two blocks from the funeral home where my mother was laid out. So basically, in the 80′s – I moved back to my childhood neighborhood, and now I live in my mother’s childhood neighborhood. And like I said – I did MY research. When I bought my housein 1996 from our landlord, I went to the library, and saw the old maps from the Holland Land Company – I saw where the old Erb farm ended at Bailey. I had already learned the early history of Buffalo/New Amsterdam and the tribe of Native Americans called the Erie who lived in this section – a long time ago. Joan doesn’t learn these things – to broaden her mind – because despite her having  two college degrees, she is ignorant in many things. She has only ONE interest and she bores the hell out of everyone – ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION.

September 15, 2012

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USS Ari NCC-1723

dedicated to NEIL ARMSTRONG – my hero –
this song came out duirng the Apollo moon landing in 1969


“tell the world the universe belongs to us today.” –
Tranquility Base out.

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We have a new friend – her name is EricaShep34 September 15, 2012

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Her name is Erica.

She’s been going through our blogs. So I moseyed on over to her wordpress blog at: http://ericashep34.wordpress.com/ She just started her blog. She hasn’t even made a blog post yet. But her priority seems to be in checking us Sippel Sisters out. She came over from Joan Wheeler’s Cyberbullying page.

So I wrote the following as a welcome to her (and left it as a comment on her blog):

well, hello there. are you a spy for Joan Wheeler and/or Brian Maloney? lol. doesn’t matter. You can read all you want on my blogs, or Gert’s blog. See, we have nothing to hide. But be warned – we back our blogs up with documented proof – like actual court documents that prove that Joan Wheeler lied in her book, and on her blogs, and all over the internet. These court documents have been scanned and posted on my blog. I’ve also scanned actual letters – some handwritten by Joan herself that prove that she is a liar and an abuser. So by all means -come and check me out! Here is the link to my main blog: Refuting a Book of Lies – https://ruthsippelpace.wordpress.com/ Here is Gert’s Blog: Reclaiming the Sippel/Herr Family Honor http://gertmcqueen.wordpress.com/ Here is my “unusual” blog – Midnight and Mythos: http://midnightandmythos.wordpress.com/ and my newest one, still under construction, about Star Trek, and the local Star Trek group that I head up: The USS Ari http://ussarincc1701.wordpress.com/ Or maybe you’d like to visit me on Twitter: twitter@ruthsippelpace or facebook: http://www.facebook.com/RuthSippelPace

So don’t be shy – don’t be a stranger! Come on board and be friends – I promise, we won’t bite you. Unless your purpose is to be a hater. Then be forewarned – we Sippel Sisters don’t take no crap. We are blogging about a serious matter – our lives, that have been used as lying fodder by Joan Wheeler. We refuse to allow lies to be spread about our very lives.

Remember- if Joan Wheeler has the Freedom of Speech to tell lies about us, we have the Freedom of Speech to tell the truth and the facts of our lives.

I like meeting new friends.

Facts do not cease to exist just because Joan Wheeler and her abusive buddy Brian Maloney ignore them September 14, 2012

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The purpose of this blog is to take lying statements made by Joan Wheeler, in her book or on the internet, refute that lie, and tell the truth and facts of MY life.

Joan’s abusive bullying buddy Brian Maloney claims to have read Joan’s book. Say Brian – remember the part in her book where she says she got a one year order of protection against me beginningon August 1, 1993? Well, I have posted irrefutable proof on this blog that Joan lied. The order of protection was dated from starting on August 9, 1993 to February 9, 1994. Gee, that’s only six months!

I have posted on this blog a scanned copy of the actual court document giving the dates of August 9, 1993 to February 9, 1994.  I have challenged Joan over and over for the past two and a half years to explain why she lied about that. She refuses to explain. Yet Brian insists that I am out to “ruin Joan’s reputation.” Yeah, right buddy – I’m “ruining” her reputation with the TRUTHFUL FACTS of an order of protection that was handed down to ME. How is me telling the truth of a court ruling involving ME, ruining someone else’s reputation? Oh, sure, if the other person LIED about the court ruling, then yeah, their reputation would suffer some damage. Well, that person shouldn’t have LIED. And since they lied, they need to accept the consequences of their actions.

Well, Joan Wheeler and Brian Maloney can keep on ignoring the truthful facts of this lie (and others) all they want – but like Mr. Huxley said, the facts of that order of protection are not going to cease or go away. Because as long as Joan Wheeler continues to lie about me, I will continue to tell the truth about me. Don’t like that Brian? too bad. It’s MY life, not yours. If I want to blog about MY life, I will. And there ain’t nothing you can do about it. If your friend Joan’s lies about ME gets written up in MY blog – you will simply have to face the fact that your friend is a liar. Ignore it all you want, but the fact that Joan IS a liar, is not going to cease.

UPDATE…NOVEMBER 2015 as older posts are viewed this announcement is being placed.

Joan ‘revised’ yet again her ‘story’, NOW called ‘duped by adoption’. To learn more see Gert’s second blog and a Facebook page.

https://gertmcqueen2.wordpress.com

https://www.facebook.com/dupedbyadoption1

 

 

Joan Wheeler mocks infertility, and her own sister’s miscarriage September 12, 2012

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I placed a comment on my sister Gert’s latest blogpost “Is infertility, by nature or by force, any reason to adopt? or is it a reason for mockery, by Joan Wheeler?”

But I also want to place it here, in it’s own post. Gert brings up the subject of how angry adoptees want everyone to feel sorry for their pain, yet those same angry adoptees don’t give a damn about anyone else’s pain. They actually MOCK people’s pain. And Joan jumps right on board the mockery train. here is my comment:

Joan routinely slams people’s religions – slams people’s choices in life. In her book, she slams poor people (yet laments she’s poor – oh that makes sense), slams people living on Buffalo’s East Side (even though she lived there too). All she ever does is MOCK people for this, for that, for ANYTHING! Then she wonders why NObody ever takes her seriously and runs the hell the away from her.

I myself am an infertile woman, and was on the receiving end of condesending remarks by Joan – LESS THAN A YEAR AFTER I MISCARRIED MY SON.   We were on the phone in May 1987 (I know the month and year – I was packing, moving into the house I live in now). She had just gotten back from one her adoption conferences and started talking about infertility. I told her that I did not want to talk about. I was still greiving my son, who I lost after years of trying to get pregnant. She ignored my request and kept right on talking. I told her again. She ignored me again. I told a third time, a fourth time. She kept right on running her mouth and then made the statement: “I know more about infertility than you think I do.” I slammed the phone down and burst into tears.

What does she know about infertility? Book statistics? Listening to other people? Yeah, Joan knows ABOUT infertitly, but does not know the PAIN of infertility.

Come on Joan, tell the world how your rotten birth sisters never took the time to “understand” you, but don’t tell the world how you stab them in the back and more cruelly, stab them in the heart.

This rotten statement to me was made in 1987, and then in her book published in 2009, Joan continues to mock my infertility and miscarriage. She writes “at one point she (me) CLAIMED  to want to have children,” – even though in 1983, while she was pregnant with her first child, Joan borrowed my books on pregnancy, breastfeeding, baby care. Why would I have those books if I merely CLAIMED to want children. But elsewhere in the book, she says that I was going to a fertility clinic. I never went to a fertility clinic (does she never do any RESEARCH?) – But that’s not the point – the point is – she contradicts herself. If I merely had CLAIMED to want to get pregnant, then why would I be at a fertility clinic?

Then she mocks me further in her book, because I made a rhetorical question “I don’t know how you find time to raise your kids and do all your writing?” Joan mocks me because I do a lot reading, and watch horror movies. Then she writes, “It’s just as well she didn’t get pregnant.”

Way to go Joan. Slam me, slam my dead son. Slam my infertility. Slam my life choices in recreation. Then slam me some more because I never took the time to “understand you.” Oh – go to hell Joan.

Resistance to facts is futile.If you can’t accept the facts about my life, then by all means – leave this blog. September 7, 2012

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“As I have said more than once, my postings are an invitation to understand, not an invitation to argue” – David Gerrold.

Saturday, September 8, is the 46th anniversary of Star Trek. But this post is not about Star Trek, only in passing.

I had the pleasure of meeting David Gerrold and getting his autograph at one of the first Star Trek conventions in New York, either 1973 or 1974. And I’ve had the privilege the past couple of years to have him as a facebook buddy. David is the inventor of those fuzzy little creatures called Tribbles, and he has written other things too. You can see his stuff at his home page at www.gerrold.com

David is always writing interesting things to get his readers to think about political issues, personal growth, human and civil rights. He passes himself off as a grumpy old man, but I’m not sure that’s the case at all. I think that he, like me and Gert, has a low tolerance for bullshit and stupidity. I’m constantly learning from him.

I’m not a paid professional writer, but I do like to write. I’ve got my blogs, and I do write for the newsletter for my local Star Trek group, the USS Ari. A couple of things that I learned from David about writing: get your science right and do your research. If you don’t have your science right and your facts straight, you may as well chuck your piece in the garbage. David recently posted that 90% of what he does as a writer is RESEARCH.

And this is what we’ve been saying all along – and especially in my post about Joan writing about my childhood neighborhood and indeed, about Buffalo’s East Side. click here. What she saw in the 1970’s was NOT the way it was in the 1950’s! And her silly friend Brian, who trashed my father for relinquishing Joan for adoption in 1956, while he didn’t do the same for his children in 1994 made the same mistake. To compare American society of 1956 to American society of 1994 is a fatal mistake.  And the ages of the children were completely different. Brian’s youngest child was 10 years old, while Joan was a newborn.

Brian made the mistake of not doing his research. Were there daycare centers in 1956? No. What was the welfare system back then? Not much help. Did my father have relatives able to help out with the raising of his children? No.

Most of Joan’s supporters also failed to do their research. In 2006, when her buddy Rene Hoksbergen wrote the foreword to her slanderous book, he failed to get all the facts from her. She showed him a manuscript that was NOT the final product. The final product contained a huge lie about me and him. Now, this adoption expert and author has egg on his face. He was told way back in 1993 to keep his nose out of our family business. He didn’t listen.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – if Joan has the freedom of speech to write a lie about me, then I have the freedom of speech to correct that lie and tell the truth about me. That is what this blog is all about. As well as Gert’s blog.

Joan tells her readers of her now dead book and on her website and various internet forums all these horror stories about her birth sisters – but never backs up her stories with any documented proof. This blog has been in existence since late November 2009 and I have provided actual court documents and letters to prove that what I say is the truth.

If people don’t like what I write on my blog about MY OWN CHILDHOOD and post court documents from the City Court of Buffalo they can just leave and don’t come back. Because as David said on facebook today: “As I have said more than once, my postings are an invitation to understand, not an invitation to argue.”

This blog is an invitation to know the truth behind a libelous book, and not an invitation to argue with me.  

– gratitude extended to David, who graciously gave me permission to use his quote. I owe him hugs, kisses, and a big box of chocolate!

1. gertmcqueenSeptember 7, 2012

Ruth…you did it again!! excellent observations!

When people refuse to let go of their ‘pet theories’ and ‘get with the program’ they are doomed! I’ve seen this time and time again, over the years..I have had far more formidable opponents than Joan Wheeler and Brian Maloney and they, like Joan and Brian didNOT do their homework and therefore lost.

I suggest that every adoptee out there that feels that Ruth and Gert are causing trouble for poor misunderstood adoptee called Joan Wheeler, they really ought to read each and every post on our blogs; there are years worth. Sure such a venture would require some patience because many posts are hard to get through because of our own frustations of having  to deal with an mental nut case who speaks without engaging the brain and many who believe her to be the second coming of the savior and, as in the case of Brian, who must be getting far more out of his association with Joan than what she has to offer…anyone, seems to be totally misinformed about anything!

I am not interested in arguments, been there done that. I am interested in getting Joan Wheeler mouth CLOSED. You don’t like that…tough shit!

Why does Joan Wheeler write about the childhoods of her birth siblings, but never about her own childhood? What is she hiding? September 7, 2012

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In my last post “Why must Joan Wheeler continue to tell lies about her birth family?” ,I left the following comment:

I know what MY life is and was – Joan was NOT there! She knows NOTHING about my life. And I have a dam good memory! I have what is called an eidetic memory – that means I remember things in details. I can remember colors, smells, actual words, the weather, I remember events like my father walking me to Sacred Heart School for a Halloween party – which must have been Halloween 1958. I remember the Christmas party in Sacred Heart’s downstairs gymnasium, around 1958 as well – I actually remember eating a tangerine and walnuts! I remember the Halloween party at the orphanage 1959 – I remember the black and orange crepe paper draping from the cieling, and bobbing for apples. I remember the school year recital at the orpanage where me and my brother Butch tapdanced to the tune of – well I don’t know the title of the song but it went “H-A-Double R -I, G-A-N spells Harrigan.” I remember seeing the 7th Voyage of Sinbad in the auditorium of the orphanage, a first run film, for the kids at the orphan home!   I remember bringing home the living room lamps with my stepmother and stepbrother. She carried the lamps – decorated with antique cars, and me and John each carried a shade. We got them from the S+H green stamp redemption center on the fifth floor of downtown’s Hens + Kelly store.

       And in the body of my post, to dispel the lies that Joan writes about how “poor” we were as children, I list some of the many toys we had when we were little.

And I just had a thought – Why is Joan Wheeler constantly writing about MY childhood (lies or not) – and NEVER WRITES ABOUT HER OWN CHILDHOOD!

She’s always whining that we birth sisters of her, NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO UNDERSTAND HER. Well, how could we – she NEVER TOLD US ABOUT HER CHILDHOOD. I haven’t the slightest idea of what toys she had when she was a kid. Or what tv shows she watched when she was little. Even back in the 70’s, when we were first reunited with her and we were getting to know each other. – Oh, she told us how she loved The Beatles, Star Trek, Ancient Egypt, art and loved Native American dances. BUT SHE NEVER TALKED ABOUT HER EARLY CHILDHOOD. She never told us where in their living room the Christmas tree was placed. What toys were put there.

Did she ever go to the circus? Ice Capades? (my dad took me to Ice Capades all the time). What movies did she go see? My stepmother took me and my brother and stepbrother to see science fiction and monster movies, and I well remember my dad taking me to see Fantasia. Snow White, Bambi, Cinderella. My dad could talk like Donald Duck and get out the word “yep” in a belch. Didn’t Joan’s parents take her places and do silly stuff like that?

The only time she described an outing in her book was the time when she was 10 years old and went to Crystal Beach and my Aunt Catherine happened to be there with my 10 year old cousin Gail. And Joan had to turn into a hate fest against adoption and the cousin who withheld “secrets” from her – even though the cousin was a 10 year old kid herself and didn’t know who the hell Joan was!

So now Joan – here’s your chance for us to “understand” you – why don’t you write what happened to you when you were a little kid that screwed you up so dam much that you turned into a lying evil person? Come on – out with it.

1. gertmcqueenSeptember 7, 2012

Again RIGHT ON,

She does NOT want to talk about her childhood, because that is when she was abused and that is WHY she hates adoption because she blames her life of abuse on adoption! She has a fixation with her birthsibling’s lives because she doesn’t have one of her own, to her mind she was created in the imagine of what the adoptive parents wanted. Well guess what…most parents mold and guide their children to be what the parent feels are best for them, some better than others of course, but, Joan always had the OPTION, when she became of age to LEAVE HOME AND LIVE HER LIFE THE WAY SHE WANTED.

She always talks about being raised as a only child and was spoiled rotten, but never gives details. All she ever says is that she was LIED to by the adoptive parents.

So she stayed at home, with adoptive parents after being found by birth family, she was still in high school but was legal age of 18! She then went to college, paid for by those people who lied to her, when she first went out on her own, those same liars paid her rent and food etc, when she married, those same liars, the adoptive parents, gave her thousands of dollars for a wedding gift! and all kinds of help. Oh the father died in the early 80s so it was just that lying adoptive mother that continue to take care of Joan and Joan just kept taking the money etc, And then after not being able to make it on her own, Joan MOVES BACK INTO the childhood home with that lying mother! Where Joan still lives in her CHILDHOOD HOME.

So yes, what the hell was her childhood like? Obviously, she and that mother could NOT live apart from each other, even has they went after each other. There is no other rational explanation for Joan’s negative hate and anger against adoption ….she was abused, BEFORE she was found by the birth family and that is why she hates us. Joan really needs to confront her abuse as a child and leave adoption and the birth family alone.

Why must Joan Wheeler continue to tell lies about her birth family? September 7, 2012

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In her latest blogpost, “Joan Wheeler continues to believe that adoption is an evil that must be stamped out, even as she lies, some more, about the birth family. Gert says:  “So Joan Wheeler will continue on spreading her untruths anywhere she can…but…the birth siblings will also be right there, EXPOSING HER. At some point in time those that are hanging on to her coat tails will ‘let go’ because Joan Wheeler’s reputation is CATCHING UP WITH HER.”

Her latest puppet, who is harassing us at Joan’s request (so she doesn’t get her hands dirty) accused us of “ruining Joan’s reputation.” – not so. We are merely “exposing” her lies.

CNN’s Anderson Cooper’s tagline is “keeping them honest.” Exposing lies of politicians and crooked charities. 60 Minutes has a long history of doing the same thing. What makes Joan so special that HER lies don’t get exposed? Does Joan Wheeler have some sort of special immunity that her lies don’t get exposed? If Joan Wheeler has the freedom of speech to tell a lie in a book and on the internet, then we have the right to expose that lie and replace it with the truth. Especially when that lie is about us and how we lived when we were children. She was born in  January 1956, lived with my uncle on Fox St. in Buffalo and NEVER in our apartment on Smith St. She was given to the Wheelers in April 1956. Shortly after that, the Wheelers moved to a nice suburb of Buffalo.

So why is she writing about where WE lived in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Her excuse once was that she wrote about us only when our lives intersected with hers. What happened in OUR lives betweeen 1956 and 1974 (the year we were reunited with her) HAS NEVER INTERSECTED WITH HER LIFE AND SHE HAS NO BUSINESS WRITING ABOUT IT. Doesn’t matter that she used one of her screen names, because she uses Legitimate Bastard, 1Adoptee, Half Orpan56, all the time and leaves clues as to who she is and who we are. Especially when she signs her real name, or “Joan Wheeler, born as Doris Sippel”

We have said before and it should be said again: We have no objection to her fighting her cause about adoption reform. All she has to do is refrain from telling lies about our childhood, and our family. She needs to stop writing lies about the circumstance of her adoption. MY FATHER WAS NOT COERCED INTO GIVING HER FOR ADOPTION! She needs to stop saying that no one came forth to help my father keep her. IT WAS NOT POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO KEEP HER! Again – there were no day-care centers in 1956. Welfare did not exist as it does now. My father had to work. His parents were elderly, could not take care of 5 little kids, one of them being an infant. My mother’s siblings also could not take her in. My father was approached by my aunt, who was childhood friends with the sister of the man who adopted Joan. My father THEN consulted his parish priest. HE WAS NOT COERCED AT MY MOTHER’S WAKE. The final adoption papers were signed in January 1957. My father had ample time to reconsider his decision. He did not. He stuck to his original decision. This is something that Joan Wheeler must accept and live with. So he was greiving when he made his initial decision -the fact remains: HE HAD TEN MORE MONTHS TO RECONSIDER THAT DECISION. AND HE STUCK WITH HIS FIRST DECISION – THAT BEING THAT THE WHEELER’S WOULD BE JOAN’S PARENTS.

ALSO – my father did have a GED for high school. In the early 50’s he went to night school to study drafting, reading blueprints, etc. In 1955 he became employed by the City of Buffalo as Junior Civil Engineer in the Street Paving and Design Department, where he worked until his retirement in 1988. And he made fairly good money.

Joan Wheeler is constantly saying that our family was “poor” and we lived in a run-down neighborhood. Not so. We did live in a back apartment. So? Some houses are constructed up and down. Front and back. Actually, our apartment was the back AND the whole second floor! Our landlord, Mr. Johnson and his wife had the small one bedroom apartment downstairs in the front.

In the 1950’s and 1960’s, the nieghborhood that we lived in, Smith St. near William St. was vibrant. All along William St. was a bustling shopping district. With a large city playground nearby. There were 2 gas stations, a post office, 3 drug stores, several mom + pop delis, a couple of small variety stores, a liquor store, a butcher store, a large supermarket, a Deco restaurant, and we lived about a mile from Central Terminal, the main hub of railroad passenger and freight service. We also lived a couple of miles from the Broadway/Fillmore shopping district that had banks, major shops and stores.

By the 1970’s, yes, the area began to deteriorate. After we were reunited with Joan in 1974, she went to our old neighborhood (we moved in 1965 after my father bought a house). What Joan saw was our old nieghorhood slowly decaying. It’s called “urban blight” and Buffalo is not the only city this happens to. What she saw in the 70’s was NOT what we saw when we lived there. By the 90’s, however, community re-development took charge. Our playground was demolished and a beautiful senior apartment complex arose. Today, there are vast fields where a lot of Buffalo’s oldest housing stock has been demolished. (yes, my childhood home too). These were structures built in the mid-to-late 1800’s. – Joan really should do her homework when she talks about Buffalo’s East Side. The core area where we lived was built for Polish and German immigrants and blacks who migrated from the southern states. In the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, Buffalo was a boom-town. Very different from what it is now.

And as my father’s finances progressed, he put together a down payment and bought a house – the first in his family to own property. The Wheelers had done the same in 1957. Coincidentally, they lived only a few blocks from where we lived! They moved to a hoity-toity suburb of Buffalo (hence Joan’s tendancy to look down on where and how we lived). Well, geez, my uncle, who took Joan in for the first couple of months of her life, lived on Fox St. – another neighborhood that was quite nice in the 50’s and 60’s and sadly, now, is a crummy drug-infested ghetto.

You cannot see a crummy house and think it was crummy from the day it was built – and this is Joan’s mistake. (well one of her mistakes). She also suffers from the prejudicial statements from her adoptive parents who apparently forgot where they came from, because all her life, Joan was told she came from a family that were “too poor to keep her.” Joan was raised as an only child, spoiled rotten. Her mom hand sewed her pretty dresses. She must have used that line as a way to keep Joan grateful to them for adopting her. That was rotten, but that doesn’t give Joan the right to keep on perpetuating that tired old myth – by writing in her book and online that for Christmas 1956 or 1957, her adoptive parents sent over a xmas tree and presents for us!

This is utter bullshit! MY FATHER WORKED FOR THE CITY OF BUFFALO AND MADE GOOD MONEY. In 1956, my father remarried to an Italian lady, who’s mother doted on me. My father’s parents also doted on us. I recently posted on my facebook about how I got started on my love of mythology. My father’s mother gave me, when I was five years old (1957) – a book on Hiawatha. Even though it is a child book, it has some of the original prose of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. – I still have it in my attic. How do I know what year I got it? – cos my grandmother wrote it in the inside cover! It is a quality book – she had to have paid $$$ for it. (see graphics at end of this post). And that’s just only ONE thing. I remember a lot of the toys we had. Even when we lived with our grandparents for a couple of years while my stepmother was ill. – Just as girls today have dolls to learn makeup and hairdos – we had Toni dolls and Breck dolls (sponsored by Breck shampoo and Toni home perms) we had our very own gym set in the back yard on Smith St. not many kids had those. We had the make believe kitchen sets, with running water! (you filled the resevoir in the back). We had the first Easy Bake Oven. My brothers and I had Roy Rogers and Dale Evans cap gun sets. I had a Lucas McCain rifle (tv’s The Rifleman). Davy crockett coonskin hats, Jim Bowie rubber knives. Mickey Mouse Ears and Tinkerbell wands. We had the Visible V8 engine and chemistry sets. Countless paint by number kits and activity books and water color books and sets. I also had a Howdy Doody doll. METAL not plastic dish and tea sets. Stuffed toys. Cars and fire trucks, my stepbrother John had a rubber John Deere tractor! (which he named Basil – go figure!) We had an Elsie the Cow doll.

WE DIDN’T NEED CHARITY FROM THE WHEELERS OR ANYBODY ELSE AND JOAN WHEELER NEEDS TO STOP SAYING THAT BULLSHIT THAT WE RECIEVED IT. In her comments on that site that Gert references in her blog post – Joan also mentions “Catholic Charities.” Yes, our family availed ourselves with their services – AFTER MY STEPMOTHER BECAME ILL! – after Joan was adopted! I don’t know what kind of health insurance my father had back then, but I suspect he had the same problems back then as most families have today. Raising a family of 5 kids is expensive! And in those days, it was NOT the norm for the wife to work. So we were a one-income family, with the added burden of illness. Doctor and other bills to pay. My stepmother was mentally ill and an alcoholic. What Catholic Charities provided for us was social work. NOT monetary contributions. By 1959, when my stepmother was placed in the psych center, we were sent to a foster home and an orphanage. Again, I don’t know the financial obligations of all of that – but I think you have to pay some sort of child support, plus there was the doctor and hospital bills for my stepmother. But even in the foster home, there was still plenty of ample food, clothes and toys. And as I said, in 1965, my father bought a house, taking on a second job as a salesman at Sears. Teenagers in the 60’s were just as expensive then as they are today! But we were NOT poor!

And as far as Joan quoting my father as saying “if I had more education…” blah blah blah – my father was a carpenter. After he bought his house in 1965, he did extensive remodeling. He built a bedroom in the basement! Do you know how much money carpenters make?  My father could have taken that route for a career. (and I do not consider it a menial job at all – to create things with your hands is hardly menial. FYI – one of today’s greatest actors – Harrison Ford worked as a carpenter.- if carpentry is good enough for Han Solo and Indiana Jones, then I’m proud of my dad too!) And don’t forget – Jesus was a carpenter too, having learned the craft from his father Joseph.

So why is Joan NOT proud of the man who gave her the greatest gift of all? – HER OWN LIFE? No, all she can do is write put-down after put-down of him – and us.

AND THAT NEEDS TO STOP. And until she does – this blog, and Gert’s blog will be right here, taking Joan’s bullshit and telling the truth of us and our family.

I didn’t feel like going up to the attic and dragging my copy of Hiawatha down and taking pictures of it – I did find it on google. Apparently it was a 1951 edition, adapted by Allen Chaffee and illustrated by Armstrong Sperry. This is no “Little Golden Book.” This is large – larger than your average 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper.  This is an old friend of mine, along with my Heidi book, another present from my grandmother – which I also still have.

1. gertmcqueen

Right on Ruth!!! Our lives and our family’s lives, our friends, our lovers, our husbands, our children, where and how we lived and any minor or major aspect of our lives have been EXPOSED EXPLOITED AND LIED ABOUT by Joan Wheeler. We shall never stop in exposing these lies and righting our honor. People don’t like it, that’s just too bad.

 2. Ruth

you dam right Gert – if I, Ruth Pace, want to talk about MY childhood – that is my right! anybody got a problem with that? stuff it.

I know what MY life is and was – Joan was NOT there! She knows NOTHING about my life. And I have a dam good memory! I have what is called an eidetic memory – that means I remember things in details. I can remember colors, smells, actual words, the weather, I remember events like my father walking me to Sacred Heart School for a Halloween party – which must have been Halloween 1958. I remember the Christmas party in Sacred Heart’s downstairs gymnasium, around 1958 as well – I actually remember eating a tangerine and walnuts! I remember the Halloween party at the orphanage 1959 – I remember the black and orange crepe paper draping from the cieling, and bobbing for apples. I remember the school year recital at the orpanage where me and my brother Butch tapdanced to the tune of – well I don’t know the title of the song but it went “H-A-Double R -I, G-A-N spells Harrigan.” I remember seeing the 7th Voyage of Sinbad in the auditorium of the orphanage, a first run film, for the kids at the orphan home!

I remember bringing home the living room lamps with my stepmother and stepbrother. She carried the lamps – decorated with antique cars, and me and John each carried a shade. We got them from the S+H green stamp redemption center on the fifth floor of downtown’s Hens + Kelly store.

I KNOW WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN MY CHILDHOOD AND IF I WANT TO BLOG ABOUT – I WILL.

And if Joan and her deluded friends don’t like it – they can go you-know-where!

some recent posts regarding Joan Wheeler September 6, 2012

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over at Gert’s blog…

 

so tired of Joan Wheeler’s boo-hooing over the fact she was adopted 56 f’ing years ago! September 6, 2012

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so Joan Wheeler was adopted 56 years ago. And since the age of 18, she’s been lamenting that fact over and over and over and over and over and over and over. 38 years of whining, whining, whining.

 

September 6, 2012

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Blue Plague taken to an extreme September 3, 2012

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Joan Wheeler was twittering on about something called the Blue Plague. So we went to see what that was. I couldn’t get past the home page. Typos, misspellings, (ever hear of proof-reading?) Yeah, we’re all human, but when you talk about Ancient Rome in one paragraph, then later on you spell it Roam – ahem.

The thrust of this guy’s argument is the epidemic of inbreeding going on in the world. He cites the ancient Egyptian’s monarchy (correctly) and the ancient Roman monarchy. I haven’t studied too much of Roman monarchy, so I can’t opine on that. He cites the European monarchy. Yes, they and the Russian and other Slavic monarchs did tend to intermarry to keep the royal blood pure and blue.

The blueness comes from a very real set of birth defects – defective hearts and lungs that result in “blue babies.” These babies are not getting enough oxygen and if they don’t get corrective surgery, they can die. It’s terrible when an infant must undergo major heart and/or lung surgery.

Gettng back to the Blue Plague website – the writer goes on to say that this is all caused by inbreeding. Then goes on to say that inbreeding is running rampant due to adoption, baby trafficking, sperm and egg donations. Well, I suppose there’s some truth to that.  But I couldn’t take the writer seriously after reading his charge that the Southern (United States) plantation owners interbred with the slaves to keep the gene pool small.

That makes no damn sense. If anything, white slave masters breeding with African slaves would be introducing a new set of genes into the white gene pool, thereby WIDENING the gene pool, not narrowing it.

I just broke down into laughter when I read that – and left the website. I’ve just been informed via facebook that his “Exodus” page contains some really interesting material. Here is what I was told:

“.the owner of this site is at best an alarmist at worst a homeland terrorist…look at the last page of it, the exodus, he’s buying cruise ships so adoptees and sail the world and live without the US government,…really now,what planet is this nut case from”

And I replied:

“roflmao! – I couldn’t get past the home page, so I didn’t see that. and what about those adoptees who suffer from motion sickness or who have a fear of the ocean? will they be left behind on dry land? How will these people live? What jobs will they hold down? Who wil pay them? How will they cash their checks? Are there floating banks and floating Wal-Marts and Targets out there for them to shop at? Does UPS deliver on the high seas? Federal Express? How will they pay for the fuel that powers those cruise ships? Will they become pirates? Will they sail under the Jolly Roger? Will they sail on the unending sea to reach the Castle of Ultimate Darkness?”

I have a few more questions – will this threat of a Blue Plague endanger the human species to the point that we will be reduced to only a few males and one female? Like the Blue Smurfs? – there is only ONE female to service just a handful of males. (talk about inbreeding).  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ch7MjHHDTTw

Will we be invaded by Andorians?  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oix5FnOjbZY

Will the cruise ships be manned by Dwarves, descended from Thorin Oakenshield? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWxzw3IXrf8

If I hold my breath til I turn blue will everything be back to normal?

1. gertmcqueenSeptember 3, 2012

Gert here…I went and copied and pasted the last page, and as the writer wants the page PRINTED I’m just doing as he wishes… Print Page

THE BLUE EXODUS       print out incase site is removed

The Blue Exodus is from an ancient land of oppression, “let my people go.”

Many adoptees have suffered greatly in this great lie of freedom, equality, and justice.

At the age of nine, I watched my mother die in a car crash. Before I could begin mourning, I was made a ward of the court as property of State of California. After “my hearing” I was placed in my grandfather’s custody,” a word depicting me as one incarcerated for committing the crime of being born in The United States to watch my mother die in a car crash.

I was treated shamefully by courts and abused mentality, physically, and sexually in a school, as a defenseless second class citizen without equal rights. I was badly hurt in many areas. I ended up driving trucks as the best I could get in the “land of opportunity.”

I was old enough to know who I am, but I cannot begin to imagine what Hell it must be to not know who I am, where I came from, and what my children’s roots are.

I have a project I call Adoptee Ark.

After a long life of suffering of being treated like dirt in America, I no longer wish to walk on American soil. I feel that out of the millions of adoptees suffering like I did, that there may be other’s who have similar feelings and want to be away from America.

Older cruise ships are being sold. Perhaps such an older ship could be purchased by adoptees pooling their resources, who could live as promised in America and denied.

At this time I am only beginning to explore the possibility and practicality of this project, but I have found older cruise ships for sale, comparable to occupant owned condominiums. Ships where people could live better in nicer tropical places, where the food and water were fit for consumption, without chemtrails overhead, or so much radiation in the air.

I have created a satellite Yahoo group communication site where adoptee’s can share information. To get to the site, go to Yahoo.com – On its home page, look down the list to – “More Y! Sites” – that will take you to an alphabetized page, – select “Groups”, – and input “Adoptee-Blue-Exodus” to get to the site.

If you like what I’m doing, please enter your e-mail address below and I will send you newsletter updates as things unfold. You can also enter your snail mail address if you wish, in case the internet fails. I can be reached at P.O. Box 8317 Van Nuys CA. 91409. Please send anything you feel might be useful in ending this tyranny; feelings, thoughts, ideas, suggestions, and whatever else that may help set adoptees free of tyranny.

Visit Satellite Yahoo Group

Adoptee Ark – okaaay. and here’s another question – if they to the tropical islands, like South Pacific or Caribean – are they going to take jobs away from the people who live there?

As most delusional people who think in terms of make-believe – and those who can’t get with it and DEAL WITH THEIR PROBLEMS – they try to RUN AWAY from thier problems.

They can run all they want. But when they wake up the next morning, they are still the same ADOPTED person they were when they went to bed.

If they don’t like the laws of the land they reside in, they have the right the leave. But get real – ALL countries on this planet have laws and immigration rules. Other countries are not so lax on immigration laws like the United States. A cruise ship full of delusional adoptees aren’t going find too many welcome mats laid out.

But hey! Who am I to say this guy’s ideas WON’T work. I hope it does – I really do. Because I would jump up and down for joy if somebody, ANYBODY would take Joan Wheeler the hell away from me!

Joan Wheeler NEVER was a sibling of ours, she is ‘the adoptee’! (from that book) September 2, 2012

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come over to Gert’s blog to see my revisted post of another couple of chapters of Joan’s libelous book…

Joan Wheeler NEVER was a sibling of ours, she is ‘the adoptee’! (from that book)

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Joan Wheeler NEVER was a sibling of ours, she is ‘the adoptee’! (from that book) by gertmcqueen

Joan Wheeler’s buddy Brian T. Maloney’s lies exposed – again! September 1, 2012

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The posts relating to Brian T. Maloney’s latest garbage – the issues of Brian’s “denigrating” nurses aides and the mention of his liquor store are on my blog – they are:

Brian T. Maloney, (Lion) Reiki Healer (?) from Williamsville NY judges teachers and health care workers as having “menial jobs.”

Brian T. Maloney (LION), Reiki “healer” of Williamsville NY passes judgment on those he considers to be inferior and menial to him. August 12, 2012

Brian T. Maloney LION of Williamsville NY is a liar and harasses people again August 27, 2012

see, Brian is a sleaze. Yes, he did not outright say “nurse’s aide” – what he said was that Joan Wheeler was the only one in our family who was interested in educating herself and that the rest of us worked at “menial jobs.”

In these posts that I have provided the links to, I outline our careers and our education. We have ALL gone to classes after high school and ALL have had good careers. Joan is the only one with two college degrees and NO job at all! And never had more than “menial” jobs herself. I defended my career as a nurse’s aide and Brian got bent all out of shape.Then starts whining that he didn’t slam our careers – but he did when he called us menials. A true bully – when he gets caught, he tries to sleaze his way out of it. That kind of behavior works in physical world, but in the internet world, where every word you type is there for all to see – the teflon don’t work. Your words DO stick to you – and unlike the physical world where a bully can run away and hide, cyberbullies canNOT hide – because even if they delete their attacks, the words are still there – on your website hosts servers, on my computer where I have taken a screenshot of the attack.

Seems to me that Brian has had a lifetime of being an abuser and a bully and able to sleaze out of it. Welcome to the internet pal – where your words are visible not only to millions now, but in future. You can’t distance yourself from your words – your teflon wore out.

and as to Brian’s charge that I am out to “ruin Joan’s reputation – no, she ruined it herself by telling lies. All I’m doing is seeing a lie about ME and MY FAMILY and telling the truth, with actual court documents or letters written by Joan herself that prove that I am telling the truth.

CNN’s reporter Anderson Cooper’s tagline is “Keeping Them Honest” when he exposes various lies by crooked politicians and charities. How is my blog exposing Joan’s lies any different than Mr. Cooper’s work? Joan has no special immunity from having her lies exposed than any other person on this planet. You backed the wrong horse Brian.

and by the way, Brian, it wasn’t Gertie who wrote about YOUR liquor store – you know the one YOU said YOU were the sole owner of on your job resume on LinkedIn – it was ME, Ruth. Get your facts straight buddy. The more you talk, the more you show everyone what a fool you are. Gert doesn’t even live in the Buffalo area. And it was no hard task to see your store – it’s only a couple of blocks from the Walgreens and CVS store I go to – on Kensington and Harlem.  which is only a couple of miles from my house. I’ve also shopped at the Super Duper, now Tops, and my chiropracter was located at Harlem and Cleveland back in the 90’s. So I am quite familiar with the neighborhood. And I also like the garden statuary in the place just up the road on Harlem. AND in the 80’s I went to a doctor on Wherle Dr. – right over there. As the song goes “It’s a small world after all.”

oh yes – to refresh your itty bitty memory Brian – since you can’t remember which Sippel Sister you’re talking to or about (mixing up me and Gert) – the Super Duper turned into a “Jubilee” and NOW it’s a Tops supermarket.  – it hasn’t been Super Duper since the early 80’s. Seeing has you’re having memory troubles, I know you wouldn’t remember how many times the store changed its name and what those names were. But I do – because I’ve been a customer in that neighborhood far longer than you had your store there.

and by the way – seeing as Independent Health and Buffalo Medical Group is on Essjay in Williamsville, and I have been going over there since 1997 – I am quite familiar with that neck of the woods too! I used to shop at that little plaza on Sheridan – I loved that boutique “10,000 Villages.” And my friend is in a nursing home on Maple and Millard Fillmore Suburban is right over there. So I know where J. Rd is and G. Lane too.

It’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all. It’s a small, small world.

 

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