Last of Julia and James

I guess I am a non-person to James, the younger, and Julia. Funny thing about just ignoring people, there are so many questions unanswered. When I left, the status of things were that Julia was scared that James, the older, would take James the younger away from her and commit her to an institution.

For all I know that happened. Maybe my friend is out there in an institution somewhere. But, such is life.

So here are the last of the pictures I have of Julia and James. Update: I found a few more items from James' birth. The are added at bottom




The picture above is me. It was taken by Julia at the duplex on Harral Street just up from Pease Park. It was a great little duplex. I really do not do drag and when I have done it, it was comic drag. Julia left me alone while she attended to James and this is what happened.



In June of 1982, Julia and the Jameses came down to Houston for a Wedding. My friend Debbie, who was visiting from San Antonio, and I picked up James, the younger, and took him to the Houston Zoo during the wedding.



This is Debbie at her home in San Antonio. Debbie and Julia's mothers knew each other. Both were of Polish decent. Small world.



The day was typical Texas Summer heat. James was miserable. We did our best to keep him cool.



I am not sure if this was at the Zoo or at the Church where the wedding was, but it was Zoo Day!



Goats at the petting zoo. James was not quite sure about the goats but they liked him.



So this is all I have of my friendship with Julia that lasted from about 1976 to 1987. I was able to understand Julia's actions in 1987, but not so much now. It is sad how people's minds narrow with age.

James birth announcement and Thank You note:













A pebble gently tossed in a pond creates small waves that changes things all around the pond as they radiate outward. The many tiny waves that we rise and fall on are not always perceived and we take it that our ups and downs are our own. That is a false notion. What is ours is what we do with those ups and downs. It is a wise person who accepts with grace and thanks for the lifting and accepts with resolve and forgiveness for the falling. No man, even in the midst of great separation, is every alone as he is in the constant company of his memories, be they good or bad, and the shadows of forces that act unseen and unknown.