Before 1961 the family had come from Long Island and then Bathgate Avenue in the Bronx, but on the maternal side also they were from Ireland. In searching my mind for why on earth these “Shahan-666 Pill-grim boy’s” latched onto me for being this massive victim for themselves it occurs that maybe one of my relatives in Ireland, where I’d met them all in 1968 and 1969, had been a Shahan, so I’m trying to look into that.
Bathgate Avenue Market, Bronx:
The Foshays had lived on that Bathgate Avenue in the Bronx until they’d moved further north in the Bronx in 1939. The Market had come from people who’d moved up from the Lower East Side when the Third Avenue elevated train was built in the 1920s more or less. The protagonist of the “Limitless” novel lives in an area that had back then been called the lower east side but then became called the East Village and then now they say it’s dubbed “Alphabet City,” and there’s that one page, I think it’s 106 that refers to the Puerto Rican pronunciation of the area (slightly to the east maybe) as being Loisaida, slurred for lower east side. There’s some connection of the Bathgate Avenue Market in the Bronx’s coming from the Lower East Side of Manhattan, coming up with a group that had moved from there, and since the Foshays had lived there also I’m thinking that this “dynasty” and thence this curse onto me had come up from the lower east side’s group that had formed the Market, but haven’t been able to get any further with trying to trace the group yet, just this photo by this Rothstein (1915-85, according to this I just found: https ://livingnewdeal . org/tag/arthur-rothstein/ – Getty Images has a couple of photos of Rothstein but I don’t know how to work with Getty yet. Rothstein was from the Bronx somewhere. The pictures are just here because I’m trying to put the pieces together, how this TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION system had latched onto me like this.
I’m figuring that “Watergate” circa 1971 was a code for “Bathgate” and what has become what I call “all this” that has us headed to the TPE.
Matilda (real child):
Around 1996 I’d run into this page in an old (Compton’s) encyclopedia and the captions reads, “Learning to share isn’t easy. The expression of the child in the top photo shows how much she would like to keep all the blocks for herself. The children in the bottom picture have learned to share.” It bothered me that they would say such a thing and I looked more closely and recognized that that was me, in 1959, and I’d been all set up for a photo of me looking conceited, which was the opposite of this bizarre little situation, where I didn’t even know where I was and thought the photographer was taking a picture of the whole room, that I’d agreed he could take.
A few days before this set up there’d been a photographer in the Longfellow Avenue apartment and recently I requested a copy of that set of photos and should be receiving them soon, me hoping they’ll show what I looked like facing the camera, and then I can have the two photos together to further describe this set up. That photo credit is from the Young Men’s Hebrew Association and later I’d found out the Foshays were applying for a housing project apartment. They’d only gotten put onto a waiting list and we’d then moved to an apartment one block down on Longfellow, where I’d met Gladys.
After the incident with Gladys, the following year was the “French Connection” scam’s indirectly involving me with playing with those suitcases before they were used for the photograph and are maybe still in the actual police storage, where in 2014 I’d read the book and recognized the suitcases and then that that’s my fraudulent-parent as the figure #6, me putting together that this was a scam to camouflage brain-serum trafficking and that the guy had always had a secret life with that, just passing recently, which is why I’d been able to write to request now the first set of the 1959 photos, etc:
On Nov. 1, 1963 we suddenly moved to the north Bronx and while in the hospital after the 2015 car-hit I’d tried to make this little map-illustration of what that neighborhood was like.
I have to write to get a permission on this unrelated-photo that just happens to look like some people that lived in the area, as about anything that ever happened to me was part of some one of these curses for abusing me for this cannibalism and brain-serum system, oil petroleum financed global-system we’re in. The photo is from a biography on the Afghan rebel Massoud who’d passed, by assassination, in 1999, taken by the friend sitting with him there, Khalid Massood; I’ll double-check the spelling. They look like my “first boyfriend,” named Cesar Romero, and his (older) nephew Miguel, and I think I’d been trying to describe that kidnapping attempt that’s mentioned in the footer, as I’d been walking around that big new-then Cardinal Spellman High School in the upper center there. I had to take 2 buses to get to my high school, Evander Childs, and after graduating I joined the Army, Oct. 1973.
After basic training in Anniston, Alabama I’d spent a year in 2 different places in Texas, first training school in San Antonio and then I’d gotten stationed in Ft. Hood in Killeen here, and then I applied for and got a transfer to Germany, spending 2 years in the Army there and an extra one as a civilian because I had nothing to go back to in the States, just that “fraud-family” that’d always seemed so peculiar, but the brain-serum trafficking and cannibalism explain alot of that, then the disembodied-ovaries business, that they weren’t actual kin, etc. I have to sign off now.