QotD: Splurge Confession

These days people are pinching pennies and living frugally, but we want to know: What's the last thing you splurged on?

The last thing that I splurged on is a "freezer" from The Brick just before Christmas. It cost about three hundred dollars. My first major buy in like ten years. And, no one was going to take it away from me. I paid cash. They didn't have the freezer in stock and told me they would call me when it came in. In the meantime, the van broke down. Dennis figures it is going to cost a thousand to two thousand in repairs or he just might buy an old engine from the junkyard.

"You are NOT taking my freezer away from me."

End of story. "That is the really stupid. Where are you going to put it in this small (800 foot apartment). Right there where the telephone is sitting on a Singer sewing machine that I have never used since buying it three years ago from a friend of mine for about fifty dollars. I'll hammer a hole in the wall to hang the telephone.
"Brick. May I help you."

"Ahhhh? I won't be in to pick up my freezer. My car broke down and I need time to save for the delivery charge. How much is it?"

"Sixty-nine dollars."

"Sixty-nine dollars? Leons are selling freezers with no delivery charge."

She didn't budge. "I'll note it in your file. Will pick up when she has enough money for the delivery charge."

I've been sick all day. I don't think I can eat bacon anymore. It is like it is scrapping my intestines and I am in bed (and occasionally on the computer). I have had the runs all day and I want to hurl really, really badly. It is the worse time to get ill. I did research on Lynn Harper. Oh I did it in the late 1980's after Linda Shaw had been brutally burnt to death between Tillsonburg and London, Ontario. My reaction to the Linda Shaw's death was as follows, "what type of person would kill a person on the Sabbath? What type of person would murder a woman on Passover?" And, for whatever reason known to man and God, I thought of trees. I wanted to touch trees because it was suppose to calm something deep inside me. I went and sat on Georgina Jackson's grave and told her all about it. I mean I know she is dead. I mean I was sure that she was in the coffin. Why wouldn't she be in the coffin? Across the 401 highway, perhaps not dead on, is a conservation. Perhaps that is why I wanted to feel the threes. Georgina Jackson's body was found in a conversation area. It rattled me..............................constantly. I would have nightmares about Georgina. 

"How strange?" It was as if I was looking at the one photo of Lynne Harper 1959, 12 years old and it was like I was looking at it for the first time. I wanted to take a closer look, "that isn't a mole on her right cheek is it?"

It surprised me. She looks more like June Virginia Wigle than myself but I was the one given this curly perm that was so curly it caused my hair to stand up like a bush and we had to cut if off as much as we could without actually rendering me bald. So, she reminded me of me and she reminded me of Georgina Jackson and  Georgeas reminded me of Linda Shaw with died blond hair. They have a similair feature around the brow and upper lid. I call it the "white Cherrokee look".

I thought of Melborne Wigle and he had said something, "like they needed a photo so I gave..." It was just a thought for a moment. Myself I remember reading about Lynne Harper. "I don't believe it."

"I don't believe a boy would lure a girl down a country road to her death when he could have just as easily done it right in back of the school."

I had researched the Harper case going out to the field where the chain had dangled. I thought of the Quebec car stopped at the Canadian border for a red sticker. I didn't think of Paul's long vintage car. I didn't remember it in the 80's. I didn't remember the wooden box he had built over the engine as the first time he tried to abduct me my hands and back were burned from the heat and they couldn't chance for the border guards to hear my screams. It was all the way back to Montreal.

I was on Steven Truscott's side. He was a slob. They said so in court. The killer displayed his art by carefully arranging the clothing in a row. Was it a man or a woman? Erin confined me once to the bathroom for not lining up the glasses all in a straight row. I just placed glasses, cups, dishes. "No. No. Everything must be in a line. Everything must be even on top."

I was placed in the bathroom by lock again. "You have to wear slippers. You are not allowed to wear slippers. You are not allowed to go barefoot."

We weren't to share things. Marion use to share all my dishes and clothes. Not anymore. She had the girls line up and had me sit on the floor. They each were given the choise of a kitchen item. Qwen picked a plastic spatula. Marion a spoon and Roberta a larger spoon. Erin picked the fry pan. That was the punishment for using Marion's brush and in addition to it so I wouldn't forget she had Marion pull my arm back.

"Did you hear a bone crack?"

They placed me out into the cold hallway and I caught a cold. Some of the tenants called the police and the owner. "They can't do that to you."
That was when I should have gone back to Ontario. I wasn't allowed to use a phone. Erin had Marion write a letter to an Enedy that I had been dating telling him never to write again. I was not allowed to write letters. They started to tie me up and to leave me for two to three hours while they went from door to door or to work. I was hog tied...I guess they thought I would strangle myself from weak muscles. I had an opportunity to speak to JW elders and was told, "to try harder to get along." I told them about these attacks.

I just didn't remember them in the 1980's. I started asking questions and going to libraries every moment that I could get away in all of Ontario and Quebec. I asked for Prairie librarians to send me "crime files from their old newspaper collection. I stopped when I reached down into the USA and The Green River murders. And burnt everything.

I was on Steven Truscott's side. He had old running shoes that one wears for baceball and for bikes and hikes. The soles of the shoes in the bush were new and never worn. He had a bike that he used to ride around. Nothing special. The tires in the bush were brand stinking new. 

I was going to stop the research today but after a rest I looked up for autopsy photos. Lynne's back had scrapes and small stones wedged in. Her back did not have dirt nor bush vegetation. She had been pulled not onto the sandy dirt road...that too was missing. The school? Perhaps? But why drive all the way here to drop a body off. The stones and lack of dirt and country grit would have placed the murder scene closer to home, closer to a driveway, closer to cement or brick. I couldn't find morgue photos but I saw them once I think in the Steven Truscott book. I was ready to give up when I thought I would watch the video of Lynne Harper's funeral. I wanted to see if any JW's had gone there from Tillsonburg or London as a gesture of kindness. I wondered if Mr. Jackson had belonged once to the same unit living perhaps even on the base. But most of the video showed only backs. The girl in the wheelchair was interesting. I don't know why.

Then, I saw something. A young man escorts the so called Harper family to the side of the funeral to go through a side door.

"Frankie?"

My first reaction was, "is that Frankie Sinatra?" He kept a constant look out like someone was going to jump from bushes. Very few people know that Frank Sinatra Senior had said that he adopted Shirley Jane Temple and called her Tina Sinatra. He had them make up the birthdate as 1923 or 1928. The public demanded Hoover's resignation as they witness brutal attacks on the little actors and it was thought that the tormentors should place an article saying that the child was not four...she was twelve. Well, that didn't go over to well. They aged the person to the age of someone like Rose Kennedy...the age where it is all right for cops, psychiatrists, jurors, janitors and whoever to examine the rectum and vagina of a four year old virgin.

Did someone take me to Lynne Harper's funeral? Was there more footage showing a young 12 year old trying to cheer up the girl in the wheelchair? Something. It made me sick. But I was already sick. Was there this connection between Connally's, the Kennedy's and the Sinatra's on the dna side. Something? Something? Something? Frank had a bedroom for me at his home. I rarely visited but he would say to me, "I expect you for breakfast with Frankie and" the daughter that could do no wrong." I would fly in and compose some songs for each of them like These Boots were made for Walking after a confrontation in a studio with Elvis. "Girl....I know this man and what he knows you haven't had time to learn."

Rattlesnack time! Elvis and I had really public fits of rage with each other with press all around us. "And one more thing Mr. Smarty pants I want to know where you are going at every hour of the day and night. You go out...you CALL THE STUDIO." I had shouted. I thought someone was out to kill Elvis, Bobby Darin and myself. So did his mother. "AND CALL YOUR MOTHER YOU JACKASS!"

Frank Sinatra telephoned me in Canada occassionally to say to me, "I built another Kingdom Hall doll." "When are you coming home."

I wouldn't commit. Finally, he called to ask if I would go with him to the White House for a presentation award. Natalie Wood called me either in Canada or when I reached LA. "Are you crazy? I wouldn't even go with him." No one would it seemed. Was he off of his meds? He noticed a smudge of yellow mustard on my black and white suit. He was furious. And the Whitehouse CIA and FBI watched as he chewed me out one side or the other. "Why couldn't you wear something showing a little breast with a little colour...long and nightlike?"

"Because you said it was an education award."

Later he looked at me and the others like years later and said, "you know what doll you did look right for the night. I can't stand the dress that the Nancy Regan was wearing." It made him feel "respectable". Thus, Natalie Wood was ordered to wear more suits with the buttons up to the chin.

Nancy Regan pulled me to the side and told me personally after listening to Frank Sinatra complain. "I always bring to pieces of clothing."

And Jacqueline Kennedy told me "I always change my undies twice a day, take a shower two to three times and always carry several undies with me when I travel about for a day."

Good advice.