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June was a nice name for this highly individualized personna.She didn't fit into any sterotypes and counselors couldn't tie her to habitual behaviour.She eventually tended at at a big daddys where Big Mama Blu started singing.She had a bit of a crimson rosatia on one cheek and a highly addictive fun attitude.On the strip in '73 she would haunt the strip with cries of "ah ah eee eee tookie tookie"!!Off the strip slighty and near the hall of fame pool,Big Mama Blu was starting to come to her singing senses.

I had a pretty bad headache one day and a staff member gave me what I thought were two aspirins.Found out by the extreme itching and flushing I had taken two hundred mg. niacin tablets.:eek:rder of art himself.I think Bunny was there,a girl named Marcia,Libby,and Mavis also.That may have been akin to an unlawful act,do you think?

I am not a doctor. (but I played one once with someone who wasn't a nurse)When the brain is becoming non-functional due to drug orientated strokes,clots,decreased synaptical response,hemmoraging,or what ever it loses its' ability to oversee the automatic care it has provided all those years.The girls' left or right side also was becoming numb and paralyzed.It was a nightmare to hear about and a nightmare to remember.Besides being deathly traumatic for the girl,doctors could do nothing but watch her deteriorate.That made them feel terribly helpless in the aftermath of such a wasteful happening.Their lives were saturated with helping people and this time one could only watch as another wasted away quickly and horribly.I drive trucks for a living.I have some control in my job.I get to steer and accelerate and roll down the windows or turn on the radio.They had no choice.She had no more choices left.Her familys' only valid option was to start grieving.That and try to sue the doctor who had her admitted to the hospital as though it might bring her back.The validity of this story can only be relied on by my having told it truthfully.The man who admitted her to the hospital was my father.He cried and was in moral anguish at not being able to do something.I'd never seen him like that.That was when it was revealed to me the nature of the event and the coorboration of the story I heard at the seed.Shelly,Charley,Darlene,Libby-they were all there.I'm sure it's got a mark on their hearts also.AS far as the punch bowl being just thc,could have been a mess of acid tabs dissolved in there also.Stryctnine was used for effect and enhancement.I remember the acid in the late 60's and the numbness it produced.Times that by a hundred or so....I'm outa here

Are you asking is my info true as remembered?Look into Beach Hospital admission records for end '70 or '71.I think that's the hospital.If not,do a little more research.It's too horrible an occurrance to be fiction.It's quite real when you consider how much strychnine was used in the 60s and early 70s.That IS what you're asking about, is it not?

I did not know anyone named Huck,but our cat was called Huck.He just ran off a couple months ago.I did know a Becky.She and her sister were red heads at the seed.Becky was 18 in '71 and her sister was 16 or 17.I thought they were pretty cool.There was also a tall Becky that I can barely remember,but no- wait,that was in 6'th grade-never mind.

I don't recall a Dupont or any reps from anywhere.It seems in the time between my two seed sojourns they had absorbed a lot of new members,old staffers returned,and new ones knighted.Now I recall that Mavis Was there,so that means Happy was too.There were a few entrusted from the group to lead meetings and were possibly acting staff members.Renee was a tough n.y.B,but had an enduring sense of humor.Rick and Linda were a married staff couple of mediocre temperment.Rick was pretty funny.Linda was nice.Charley Oats appeared to be deeply sincere about learning human nature and discussing his lifes' mistakes in those terms.He was a great group leader and a tough staff member.He had a wiley way about him as though the nature of true deviousness was awash in his system and an incredibly believable infectious smile.His eyes twinkled when he did grin,but I could not pinpoint the something in myself that distrusted him.There was an indescribeable edge he had or exuded that perhaps not everyone picked up on.That feeling always made me darkly aware of his presence.He had his heart grabbed by Darlene who was just as deeply sly and a discussion leader and staffer of rank.She was tough and perhaps fair and reminded me of howdy doody-red hair-freckles-howdys'face-what can I say.I heard her and Charley got married.I even heard that they went and shot up together.I can't even imagine what that would have done to their relationship.There was a Maureen also.There was this young lady named Donna who by her good nature alone I think slid quietly into the upper echelon.We were all singing "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling"led by Art of course,and he was looking through the crowd inquisitively like someone trying to pinpoint a bacon-cheeseburger with their nose-and I realized what he was searching for.Quite a few of us caught on.It was the unmistakeable voice of an Irish Angel.My god what a voice.Art asked her if she wouldn't mind singing it for us all alone and she obliged.I gotta tell you I had goosebumps and tears!She was tall with dark hair and a very kind face and a nice disposition.I would love to hear her sing again.I believe she became a staff member,but I bet it was too strenuous or should I say her strength probably overcame the piousness necessary to continue in that mode.I draw a blank on other staffers but I know they were there.

I was somehow absorbed into being a participant.I remember being with them 6 months and then some more in '71.A bunch of us kids carried really heavy flagstones from down the street behind the seed at s. Andrews.These we placed down outside the house.As the rustic style floor became larger in area as we accumulated more of these flat stones,someone also built an overhead and presto-we had a meeting area much larger than the little cozy house we sadly left behind.At that point it appeared that the friendliness was washed away,but it existed more as an underground movement.I had appeared at the seed because I was running from my brother in law.I had to live w/my sister and him off and on because homelife was not  possible peacefully.Well neither was the solution.Eventually I  was placed into several other members' homes mostly to keep me apart from the flash point that would ensue from home life.Really,all I had to do was stand at the front door and an arguement would greet me-so-that was actually the basis for my mistaken entry into the orginization.The sessions at S.Andrews became heated.More staff members appeared.Charley Oats,Darlene,Rick and Linda-there's more but their names and faces don't always surface in clarity.Memory is sometimes like those magic eight-balls.You get what appears on the little window with a good shake!I remember when they got a pink toilet seat for what they would refer to as the hot seat.I think it was on a toilet.People got come down on hard.A lot of it was unnecessary.Many of us were accused of having attitudes of heavy druggies and we were entirely too young or inexperienced to know what in the world they were talking about.(Check my other post about the seed song)I was put on the hot seat because I liked someone.The girl was put on the seat because she was accused of playing games.Relationships were not allowed.But as youth flowers,so does the heart.I expect that's why so many cars that went by were accompanied by screams of "the seed sucks!!!"and so on.Those were humerous interludes spaced entirely too far apart.