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My Autobiography
Terry Noako Seaman
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I am part American Indian
My Cherokee ancestor (an old tintype photo)
(1941) I was born on January 30, 1941 in a remote log cabin, adjacent to the Ute Indian Reservation at Upalco, Utah. Now only a sign designates where Upalco once existed.
I'm part American Indian so it's fitting that I was born next to the Ute Indian reservation.
The Vern & Hazel Seaman Family
I had an older brother named Vernon LaVere Seaman and an older sister named Millie Ann Seaman. They were both born in Upalco, Utah where I was born. Vernon Frank Seaman was my dad and Hazel Lily (Woodard) Seaman was my mom. Dad’s family had moved from Iowa and Mom was a Utah Mormon. My younger sister, Virginia Kae Seaman, came along later. She was born in an Oak Creek, Colorado hospital three years after I was born. Virginia was born on January 18, 1944. Dad was baptized a Mormon several years later. All four of the Seaman kids were trotted off to get baptized as Mormons as soon as each one would get to be of age, when they would be 8 years old.
Dad's second wife, Iva Grobelbe, was a Baptist. She hated Mormons. Yet she married my Dad who was a Mormon. (Strange Occurrence) Iva had two boys by her first husband. The older boy was Ronnie. He robbed a bank twice, joined the Army and went AWOL, got married and then went to a halfway house. The younger boy was Danny. He liked to dress up in women's clothes, just like J. Edgar Hoover.
The Seaman Family as they were at McCoy. Colorado
We Were Railroaders (in a land of Farmers)
Dad was a Track Forman for the D&RGW (Rio Grande) railroad. We moved to various RR sections including Steamboat Springs, Toponas, Egeria, Radium and finally to McCoy where we lived for 9 years in a shack by the railroad tracks. Our house had no water or electricity. The old Steam Engines would blow cinders into the air which landed in our hair. A dirt road ran by our place, where it was about 5 miles to a one room school with 8 grades, at Conger Mesa. All four of us Seaman kids went to school there. Dad went to the same school when he was a kid.
(1948-1957) McCoy, Colorado The McCoy Post Office has been in operation since 1891. The community was named after Charles H. McCoy, a cattleman.
Dad was a Track Forman for the Denver & Rio Grand Western (D&RGW) Railroad. We moved to various railroad sections and finally to McCoy where we lived for 9 years in a shack (log cabin) by the railroad tracks. Our home had no water or electric and we used an outhouse for a toilet near our house. We used kerosene lanterns for light and hauled barrels of water from a spring about 15 miles away. We moved from McCoy to Yampa, Colorado in 1956.
Dad was a union man who was drafted into WWII. He disliked those who dodged the draft for the Army.
Arthur Sheets was my boyhood friend. We were dubbed, "The Gold Dust Twins".
Dad rented a gas station in McCoy and he put me in charge when I was about 11 years old. I remember trying to clean a windshield, but I smeared it so badly the guy had to get out to clean it himself. That embarrassed me.
Millie Ann was riding on the upper side of the back of our 1949 Chevy pickup when we hit a bump in the road. We were going about 25 miles per hour which bounced Millie out. She rolled over and over in the dirt road. We all thought it killed Millie, but she got up, came running and got right back into the pickup.
The dirt roads were so rough that they tore the fenders to be ragged on our pickup. Mom drove the pickup to Uncle Clarence's place in Utah to get the fenders welded back together. When she got back we only had red paint to coat the welds. So we painted the fenders bright red on a blue pickup. That caused the trainmen to blow their horn every time they saw our pickup going down the road.
We always had Saturday night dances with drunks, underage drinking, fights, & sandwiches, along with other entertainment.
I had some dreadful experiences
(1952) I was in a Fire at McCoy
In McCoy, Colorado when I was about 11 years old I was sleeping in a bunk house with my cousin, Danny Wilkins. Danny was born on August 3, 1948. He died on September 13, 1952. It was a cold night so we built a fire in a stove to warm the place. I bumped my head very hard on the stovepipe which must have dislodged it. Anyway, the fire started.. The bunk house caught fire and Danny was burned to death. I escaped with the hair singed off of my head and my back burned. I had the smell of burning flesh for many years after that.
The next morning they found Danny's bones along with our dog's skeleton. Apparently, Danny grabbed the dog and crawled under the bed trying to escape the fire. Dad had gone into the burning building and tried to rescue Danny, but couldn't find him because Danny had already crawled under his bed. Dad barely escaped.
They had a funeral for Danny in the McCoy Church. Jess Zonker sang "Danny Boy." Grand Dad Woodard took Danny's remains to Provo to bury.
I was one of the pall bearers. I cried and sobbed all the way.
The bunkhouse Fire at McCoy
(1957) I was Trapped in a Cinder Cone
I worked summers to earn enough to pay for my college. I was operating a bulldozer one summer pushing cinders into a cone to ship the cinders to make bricks. One time there was a big rock in the cone stopping the cinders from going down. So I jumped into the cone to break the boulder apart. Then cinders started sloughing down on me up to my neck. I was just waiting for the cinders to cover my head and suffocate me. It was just like being in concrete. But the boss, Jack Bobo, came over the top and he knew just what to do. He released the device to let the cinders flow out, which freed me.
ThenD-8 Cat Tractor I operated to push cincers into a cinder cone where I was trapped
(1992-1993) The Awful Dr. Jeff Wong removed my kidney by mistake
During the time I was a real estate broker in Alexandria, Virginia a doctor misdiagnosed me as having kidney cancer. I did not have cancer. That doctor, Jeff Wong, removed my kidney anyway and he made additional mistakes by cutting my duodenum during the operation. That caused me to be in a hospital for 14 months with a catheter up my penis so I could pee. The holes that he punched in my duodenum would not heal. I could not eat or drink so I was tube fed. I was flat on my back in a bed during all that time. I lost all of my muscle tissue. I was once sent to the Intensive Care Unit. A doctor came to see me the next day and he said, “I thought we lost you last night.” That was another close call with death. After I got out of the hospital I published a web site so everyone could see what a rotten doctor Jeff Wong was. That irritated Jeff Wong and the other doctors. Doctors never say anything bad about another doctor. It's their code of silence, just like the mafia.
To correct Dr. Wong's mistakes they shipped me to the famous Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland to get a Whipple Operation. The doctor there was terrific. He removed my duodenum and reattached my liver, pancreas, stomach and other necessary things. He did me a favor by removing my gallbladder and appendix.
Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, MD where I had to go to get fixed from the awful Dr. Jeff Wong, who actually thought he was a real Medical Doctor.
The Whipple Procedure
Some of my lifetime friends
(1963) JoAnn Jackson was my first cousin. I lived with her family my final semester at BYU, before I went into the Coast Guard. I never kissed or touched JoAnn. Yet she was my true love and I fell head over heels in love with her. That's what I call 'Love From Afar'.
I left for the Coast Guard and she moved on to go on a Mormon mission, where she found her husband, Grant Jones. I met several of her very nice kids. JoAnn and I are still friends.
I moved on, I got married to a beautiful genius, and I had two very smart girls, Vanya and Ember.
(1969) When I got transferred to New Orleans I met my beautiful 19 year old genius, Peggy Jean Smith, who I quickly married. She became a member of Mensa, the society for those with genius IQ's.
She was always in Love with Jack Spencer and she called me Jack.
We had two girls when we were on Governors Island, New York.
(1963) I was once stationed on Staten Island and met my girlfriend, Gloria Debello. She later got knocked up by a Mormon returned missionary. Gloria had their baby, that soon died of SIDS in New Orleans. Later they got married and Gloria was baptized a Mormon. Gloria had three more kids while living in Provo, Utah where her husband worked with BYU. The last I know of, they continued living in Provo, Utah where he died of diabetes and where Gloria continued to live.
After I lived on Staten Island, I moved to the Bachelor Officer Quarters in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Gloria followed me to Yorktown, Provo, San Francisco, and New Orleans.
Then Gloria and I parted, never to see each other again. My wife, Peggy, destroyed all the pictures that I had taken of Gloria.
(1987) After I retired from the Coast Guard in 1985 I found my Soul Mate, Shirley Folsom. She was my neighbor in Alexandria, Virginia. Her husband had been a full colonel in the Air Force who piloted an airplane which bombed the heck out of North Vietnam. While her husband was bombing the Vietnamese, Shirly was actively protesting the war. Shirly's husband fell ill and soon died after he retired.
Shirly had two sons. One was colonel and a Judge in the Marine Corps. He presided over many famous cases.
Shirly and I are still friends. We text each other from time to time.
Shirley was very helpful to me when I was in the hospital for 14 months after Dr. Wong made his awful mistakes on me.
Jeannine & Anna
(2014) Jeannine & Anna were my neighbors in Cary, NC. Jeannine and I had many lunches together. She had a great family and I love them all. She even let me sleep on her couch when I had no other place to stay.
For several years I had been living with my daughter, Ember, who finally kicked me out. (Bless her heart.)
(1986) Patsy Clark The name she gave herself
My Realtor in North Carolina is the broker of her own Company, Patsy Clark Real Estate, (formerly Snap Realty).
We knew each other in Northern Virginia when I owned my own brokerage named Terry Seaman Realty
We still remain friends and we text sometimes. Patsy even let me stay at her house after I got kicked out of my other place where I was living with my daughter, Ember, in Cary, N.C.
Randy, Terry & Virginia
(2019) Our gang of three in Deming, New Mexico. We are in the Great American Desert and 30 miles North of the Mexican border. I had a great trip driving 200 miles (kilometers) into Mexico. I had a Mormon Guide who had been raised in Mexico and he was fluent in Spanish. We changed our dollars into Pesos for the trip.
Shown from left to right, Randy Burger, Me, and my sister Virginia Garbry. I have fun buying worms from Wal Mart to put in our garden where I grow flowers and weeds.
Places Where I Lived
Unincorporated - Where I was born
1941 Upalco, Utah
1941 Upalco, Utah
Description
Description
The community is located in the Uinta Basin on the Uintah and Ouray Indian Reservation, approximately 7.5 miles (12.1 km) southeast of the town of Altamont[2] and has an elevation of 5,755 feet (1,754 m).[1] Upalco uses the same ZIP code (84007) that is assigned to Bluebell, a census-designated place located about 5.5 miles (8.9 km) to the north.[3]
Upalco was originally named Lake Fork, after the nearby Lake Fork River, which flows southerly to the west of the community. The name Upalco came from the initial letters of Utah Power and Light Company, which provided funding for an associated, but unidentified project.[2] The Big Sand Wash Reservoir is located about one mile (1.6 km) north of Upalco. (Big Sand State Park, a former Utah state park, was located at the reservoir.)
(1942) Radium, Colorado
We moved to another railroad section at Radium where there were hot springs. I remember playing with the mice under the bed. Once Mom's Dad came to visit and when he left Mom cried and cried. Kremmling, Colorado was about five miles East of Radium. Kremmling was famous for having natural hot springs baths.
The settlement of Radium, on the north bank of the Colorado River in Gore Canyon, was established in 1906, when railroad construction of the Denver and Salt Lake Railroad brought in foreign workers, typically Swedes, Greeks, and Italians. After the rail lines were built, livestock was shipped out and vegetables such as potatoes, peas, and lettuce were grown and picked at the last minute so they could be shipped while still fresh.
Originally the land was homesteaded by the Murgrage and Hoyt ranch families. Railroad passenger service during the winter months was scheduled only three times a week each way, but even then, the train couldn’t always get through because of the heavy snow drifts. Nonetheless, the “Try Weakly Railroad” service was better transportation than anything residents had ever had before.
The name of Radium was suggested by Harry S. Porter because of the radioactivity found in his mine. The nearby Radium Copper Mine was a large copper producer at one time.
Maintenance workers for Union Pacific, current owners of the railroad, once were based at Radium.
(1944) Yampa (first time)
We moved to Yampa, Colorado in 1944. My younger sister, Virginia, was born in the Oak Creek Hospital which was about 10 miles away. Oak Creek was a thriving coal mining town until mechanization changed it to virtually a ghost town. It had a movie theater where we occasionally went to movies.
(1957-1958) Yampa, Colorado (second time)
We moved back to Yampa, Colorado when I was a junior in high school. I was in a class of nine and I graduated Valedictorian even though I had a deplorable Grade Point Average. Virtually all the guys around there who started college had flunked out and they were given a letter for them to NOT return the following year. So I thought I would never even be accepted to a College or University. I don’t know why I applied to Brigham Young University, but I did because I was a Mormon. To my amazement they accepted me and I enrolled. I had worked on the railroad, sawmill, and in the spinach and lettuce farms to save enough money for college. I was sure I would flunk out, as the others in out town had done before me. But I passed, and I called my Dad telling him I had passed with 2 B's and 4 C's.
In high school I was captain of the basketball team, was elected student body president and graduated Valedictorian. I was a wingback of the football team, which was a fake position. I hated playing football. Other guys on the basketball team were having sex with the coach’s wife, Patsy Morrison. I was too dumb to catch on and do the same thing. Good old Patsy Morrison! Everyone but me had sex with her.
One time in high school another guy, Billy Bonifield, said we could make some money by hauling trash. The dump was snowed in so we dumped the trash along the road. A cop showed up at our house, ordering me to go to court. The judge put me on probation. I took the rap for the whole thing and never told about the other guy who had instigated dumping the trash.
My high school teacher, Merritt Esmiol, was the first Gay person that I ever knew. He had a new T-Bird convertible, which was par for the time.
Dad had bought a new 1955 Ford pickup which I drove to Saturday night dances where everyone got drunk. Well, I let Kenny Baker drive the pickup one snowy night and he hit the posts of the guardrail along side the road. It twisted the front bumper into a pretzel shape, but the rest of the vehicle ran okay. That really worried me for what Dad would do to me when I brought the pickup back home. But Dad never said a thing.
Several of us kids drove the 1955 Ford pickup to a nearby town. The kids wanted to steal a battery from one of their neighbors. It was dark and the neighbors heard us in their yard. They chased us back into the pickup, and they started throwing bottles at the cab which shattered the back window of the pickup. Dad was very unhappy about that and gave me the devil when I got home.
Yampa remained isolated until the railroad arrived in 1908 and opened agricultural, ranching, and timber markets. Gateway to the famed Flat Tops Mountains and the Flat Tops Trail Scenic Byway, Yampa began as a hunting camp in the 1880s. Freight wagons and stagecoaches were prominent in town.
Yampa Union High School where I was the team captain, high point man in basketball, student body president and graduated Valdectorian in a class of nine.
(1945) Steamboat Springs
We moved from Utah to Colorado and then to Steamboat Springs where I started the first grade at age 5. Before starting school, my older sister, Millie Ann, took me to her school before I had started first grade. Her teacher was so outraged that she sat Millie in the corner with a dunce cap on Millie’s head. That’s what teachers did in those days.
When starting the first grade no one told me to raise my hand to ask permission to go to the boy’s toilet. So, I just sat in my seat wetting my pants in my nifty new sailor suit.
I walked about a half mile to school, going by a large stone house and over a bridge with a bubbling brook. I was always early before the school doors opened. One time the teacher let me in early to take my hand print in a plaster mold.
One time a guy picked me up to take me to Fish Creek Falls. He had me take off my shirt and flex my muscles. He then figured I wasn't Gay, so just he took me back to town.
Steamboat Springs, Colo.
Where I started the first grade at age 5
The name of Steamboat Springs is thought to have originated around the early 1800s when French trappers thought they heard the chugging sound of a steamboat's steam engine. The sound turned out to be a natural mineral spring, to be named the Steamboat Spring.
(1946) Toponas, Colorado
When we were in Toponas we were going to the one room school. The teacher was Mrs. Lee. Mrs. Lee told Mom that my older sister, Millie, couldn't see the blackboard. Mom was furious, but she immediately took Millie to the eye doctor who said that Millie was nearly blind. The eye doctor gave spectacles to Millie so that she could see, at last. Millie remarked about things that she heard about, but had never seen, like ruts in the road, things across the river, and many other things.
Yampa was first home to the Ute Indians who long used Toponas as the ideal spot of the valley as a camp.
Country Store at Toponas
Toponas, Colorado
(1947) Egeria, Colorado
We moved to Egeria where there was a water tower for steam engines to take on water. It was a cold freezing winter when snow and ice was everywhere. Egeria was about five miles from Toponas. Dad and I were walking in deep snow up the railroad tracks to Toponas when the road master came along to give us a ride the rest of the way to Toponas. I remarked that he was a nice guy to give us a ride in such cold weather.
Water Tank at Eugeria for filling the old steam engines on the D&RGW RR
Our One Room School
Conger Mesa
Our One Room School - Conger Mesa School established circa 1800's (now defunct)
A dirt road went by our home in McCoy. We were about 5 miles from a one room school with 8 grades, at Conger Mesa. When he was a kid Dad rode a horse for about 15 miles through a deep Rock Creek canyon, in a biting cold Colorado winter, to get to the same one room school on Conger Mesa. Our teacher was Mrs. Ray. I learned more from her than I ever learned elsewhere for the rest of my life. Mom worked as the Depot agent for the railroad while were living at McCoy. We later moved to Yampa when I was a junior in high school.
Dad had gone to that same one room school that the four of us Seaman kids went to. He was a kid living at Volcano which was about 15 miles away from the school. He lived with my great granddad, Lawrence Davis, and great grandma, Maggie, who was part Cherokee. Dad had a single mother who had to cook at a distant sawmill to support herself. The owner of the sawmill was Dick Webb. Dad’s Mom was Nellie Ellen (Davis) Seaman. Dad was raised during the Great Depression and he completed the 8th grade, after which he had to go to work at farms, the Civilian Conservation Corps, and other jobs which he could find. Dad went to Utah to find work. He met my Mom there. Mom was a Mormon and my Dad later joined the Mormon Church.
(1957-1958) Our Home at McCoy (Similar)
The railroad tracks were right next to our house. The old Steam Engines would blow cinders into the air which landed in our hair. There was also a train depot, a tool shed, an outdoor toilet, a chicken house, a bunkhouse, a stockyard for loading cattle, an open air shed, a cellar and a side railroad car where the Mexican hired hand who we called Shorty lived. Shorty’s name was Conrado Solario. He had a gorgeous granddaughter named Tonia. I dated her once in Cleveland where her family lived and I was stationed. She was a snob as many good looking girls were. So, one date was enough for me.
My sister Millie was planning to run away. She took most of our dishes and silverware which she stashed in a culvert. Dad discovered her plan, got our eating utensils back to our house, and Millie continued to live with our family.
LaVere stole about $20 from Dad's Desk one time. As Dad was trying to find who the thief was, LaVere and I were terrified that either one, or both of us, were going to be sent to a reform school. But we weren't.
To give his crew a thrill now and then, Dad liked to race his motorcar along the railroad tracks. One time Dad raced the motorcar when he saw a large boulder in the middle of the tracks. The boulder would have blocked trains and other railroad traffic. Well, Dad sped up and then put the brakes on thinking that he could stop before hitting the rock. He couldn't stop. The motor car slammed hard into the boulder. One of the crew members was so badly hurt that his blood was dripping from his chin when he walked back to our house.
When I working on the railroad, the boss told me I'd never be a man. That really hurt my feelings.
A RR motor car similar to this one is what Dad used as a Track Forman
A RR Train Depot was about 25 yards from our house (similar)
Our Chicken yard was in our back yard (ours was open air, not in a cage)
The Stock Yards were across the tracks from the depot
Dad Learned to Drive
(1957) Dad had never learned to drive until Mom started to work at the Bond beanery which was about five miles from our house at McCoy. Dad thought that Mom was making extra money by doing some funny stuff. So, Dad learned to drive so he could go check up on Mom.
We all knew what the "funny stuff" was.
Dad learned to drive in an old pickup like this one
Bond, Colorado
Bond was once a thriving town with post office, a railroad roundhouse, where train crews transferred, a store, a gas station, many families, and the railroad Beanery where train crews ate and slept. The owner of the bar and restaurant was Mack Spitelli. One of his customers got so drunk he shot and killed Mack. The judge gave the killer one year in jail. (Where there's Law, there's Injustice - Leo Tolstoy) Mike Bonamo owned the gas station and drove our school bus.
The railroad stationmaster, Mr. Simpson, would play free movies for us. Each week the railroad would provide a free movie to be played in the one room school at Bond. The Simpsons had a boy named Kip who had been brain damaged at birth. Kip had a girl friend named JoAnn Barnes. JoAnn was very normal and was good looking.
The Spitelli kids were Janice, Mack, Judy and Joy.
The trains went through Bond, Colo. including the California Zephyr
(1944) The Antlers Cafe & Bar in Yampa
We moved to Yampa, Colorado in 1944. My younger sister, Virginia, was born in the Oak Creek Hospital which was about 10 miles away. Oak Creek was a thriving coal mining town until mechanization changed it to virtually a ghost town. Oak Creek had a movie theater where we occasionally went to movies.
The circa 1903/1904 Antlers Café and Bar in Yampa was initially listed in the Colorado State Register of Historic Properties on March 11, 1998.
This is the Cafe and Bar in Yampa where I got drunk and bought a .22 rifle for my Dad. He was NOT pleased
(1945) Steamboat Springs
We moved from Utah to Colorado and then to Steamboat Springs where I started the first grade at age 5. Before starting school, my older sister, Millie Ann, took me to her school before I had started first grade. Her teacher was so outraged that she sat Millie in the corner with a dunce cap on Millie’s head. That’s what teachers did in those days.
When starting the first grade no one told me to raise my hand to ask permission to go to the boy’s toilet. So, I just sat in my seat wetting my pants in my nifty new sailor suit.
I walked about a half mile to school, going by a large stone house and over a bridge with a bubbling brook. I was always early before the school doors opened. One time the teacher let me in early to take my hand print in a plaster mold.
One time a guy picked me up to take me to Fish Creek Falls. He had me take off my shirt and flex my muscles. He figured I wasn't Gay, so he just took me back to town.
The name of Steamboat Springs is thought to have originated around the early 1800s when French trappers thought they heard the chugging sound of a steamboat's steam engine. The sound turned out to be a natural mineral spring, later named the Steamboat Spring.
(1946) Toponas, Colorado
When we were in Toponas we were going to a one room school. The teacher was Mrs. Lee. Mrs. Lee told Mom that my older sister, Millie, couldn't see the blackboard. Mom was furious, but she immediately took Millie to the eye doctor who said that Millie was nearly blind. The eye doctor gave spectacles to Millie so that she could see, at last. Millie remarked about things that she heard about, but had never seen, like ruts in the road, things across the river, and many other things.
Where the early Indians camped.
Country Store in Toponas
Toponas
(1957-1958) Yampa, Colorado
We moved to Yampa, Colorado when I was a junior in high school. I was in a class of nine and I graduated Valedictorian even though I had deplorable GPA record. Virtually all the guys around there who started college had flunked out and they were given a letter for them not to return the next year. So I thought I would never even be accepted to a University. I don’t know why I applied to Brigham Young University, but I did because I was a Mormon. To my amazement they accepted me and I enrolled. I had worked on the railroad, sawmill, and in the spinach and lettuce farms to save enough money for one year of college. I was sure I would flunk out, as the others in out town had done before me.
In high school I was captain of the basketball team, was elected student body president and graduated Valedictorian. I was a wingback of the football team, which was a fake position. I hated playing football. Other guys on the basketball team were having sex with the coach’s wife. I was too dumb to catch on and do the same thing. Good old Patsy Morrison!
One time in high school another guy, Billy Bonnefield, said we could make some money by hauling trash. The dump was snowed in so we dumped the trash along the road. A cop showed up at our house, ordering me to go to court. The judge put me on probation. I took the rap for the whole thing.
My high school teacher, Merritt Esmiol, was the first Gay person that I ever knew. He had a new T-Bird convertible, which was par for the time.
Dad had bought a new 1955 Ford pickup which I drove to Saturday night dances where everyone got drunk. Well, I let Kenny Baker drive the pickup one snowy night and he hit the posts of the guardrail along side the road. It twisted the front bumper into a pretzel shape, but the rest of the vehicle ran okay. That really worried me for what Dad would do to me when I brought the pickup back home. But Dad never said a thing.
Several of us kids drove the 1955 Ford pickup to a nearby town. The kids wanted to steal a battery from one of their neighbors. It was dark and the neighbors heard us in their yard. They chased us back into the pickup, and they started throwing bottles at the cab which shattered the back window of the pickup. Dad was very unhappy about that and gave me the devil when I got home.
(1958) My girlfriend in Yampa High School
I would kiss her lightly with a closed mouth after our dates. She liked another fellow better, so we parted permanently when I left for College.
I worked one summer for her dad in the timber business. Ocasionally we would go to a movie in Oak Creek, Colo.
(1958) I clipped a lock of hair from a girl
She was so mad that she chased me around the room for a long time. I was really scared. She stayed mad at me until she wanted to use our pickup. Then she was as nice as could be. That was a lesson to me that people act the phony way they want to get what they want. As Shakespeare wrote, "The world's a stage and we all act our parts."
Later, the town cop left his wife to run away with the girl's mother.
BYU
When I went to BYU they actually cut out the pages of a Health/Science text book which showed the human anatomy, including the penis & other nasty stuff which was too much for the students to see.
(1958-1963) Brigham Young University
The history of Brigham Young University (BYU) begins in 1875, when the school was called Brigham Young Academy (BYA). The school did not reach university status until 1903,
(1958-1963) BYU
My Gentleman's C+
At BYU I got two B’s and four C’s the first quarter. I was so startled that I called home to scream that I had passed. My Dad was surprised, but he was proud that I passed, when all the other guys in town had flunked out.
Gays at BYU
BYU was full of Gay fellows. At that time Gays flocked to religious schools throughout the nation. The Gay guys were called Queers in those days. They were often beaten and ostracized. But I didn’t care so I freely associated with them. BYU hated Gays, as is common with Mormons. BYU put Gays on their school's secret list. BYU put me on that list, and they turned my name over to the FBI. BYU never told me that they put my name on their secret Gay list.
BYU would try to straighten out the Gay guys by giving them electric shots to their head, lots of therapy and an enormous amount of prayer.
In 2019 BYU had a Gay guy, Matt Easton, come out when he graduated as the Valedictorian. That gave the Mormons heartburn. Matt Easton had a Gay friend when they were both freshmen at BYU. His friend came out when he was a freshmen. The BYU social pressure was so intense that he killed himself. Is that how God looks over BYU ?
My BYU Roommate, Lynn Poulter, told me that the FBI told him I was a Queer.
Lynn took me on an exposition tubing down the freezing Provo river. I never did that again.
Warren Allred was one of the Gay guys who played the Organ at BYU. He told me that all the guys who played the organ at BYU were Gay. I was good friends with Warren. BYU threw one of their gay teachers, Donald E. Clarke, off campus for having sex with students.
BYU put me on their secret list of homosexuals without ever telling me. BYU passed that information to the FBI who then told my friends that I was a Queer. Even though The FBI later determined that I was straight and I was commissioned as an officer in the Coast Guard. However, the doubt will always stay with my friends. I have lived with their doubt for my entire life.
But it all worked out well for me. BYU told the FBI I was a queer, then FBI then told my friends, and I went on to have my Coast Guard commission held up for months, which meant my orders were changed to get me into a nest of RPA's and I retired as a Commander after 22 years in the Coast Guard. Not bad for BYU telling the FBI I was a queer, right?
Matt Easton was the Gay Vldectorian at BYU
BYU Honor Code
The BYU Honor Code system was similar to the Gestapo. (Sorta like the Scientologists) The BYU secret police were everywhere to report students playing cards, drinking coffee or coke-a-cola, swearing, cheating, smoking weed or cigarettes, having sex, holding hands, dealing with spirits, working the Ouija bard and many other "sins". The school might call you in for counseling, put your name on their secret lists (which they turn over to the FBI), expel you, or do anything else. Non-Mormons have to pay more tuition than regular Mormons. I always did abide by the BYU honor code.
BYU would have certain students sit in on classes to report on what the teachers were saying, and if they said anything contrary to the Mormon beliefs, they were in trouble. Like mentioning Darwin instead of Adam and Eve.
My girlfriend, Gloria, dropped in to my off campus apartment and even that was reported to the BYU administration.
Mormons have a lot of secrets. You can get some of their secrets from Google and YouTube. Mormons have secret handshakes, secret signs and secret names. They got many of their secrets from the Freemasons. Joseph Smith was a Freemason. He shouted out the secret Masonic distress call during his jailbreak at Carthage, Illinois where he shot two of the guards and where he got killed.
According to Google, Mormonism is a Cult just like Scientology. A cult exacts money from it's followers. Mormons are required to pay 10% of all of their incomes to their church in order to go to their temple. They are required to go to their temple to get into heaven. Mormons are then buying their way into heaven.
Gestapo resembling the Honor Code at BYU. All the students and faculty were under constant surveillance
(1963)
I Avoided the Vietnam War
To avoid the draft for the Viet Nam War, which was starting at that time, I applied for and joined the United States Coast Guard (which was a haven for draft dodgers.) I went to Officers Candidate School expecting to fail because I thought I couldn’t compete against those from Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Brown and the other best Universities in the nation. However, many of those guys were being thrown out of the program, but they kept me in even though I was flunking and twice went before the review boards.
So I started studying and I was designated as the “most improved” cadet. The day before graduation, they called me in to say I couldn’t graduate because BYU told the FBI that I was Gay. So they held me back for a few months until the FBI determined that I was straight and I was commissioned.
I avoided being drafted into the Viet Nam War by joining the Coast Guard
(1963) Yorktown, Virginia
I first entered the Coast Guard by going to Officer Candidate School at Yorktown, Virginia. That's where Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington. I was flunking because I thought I couldn't compete with the guys from Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Brown and the better universities in out nation. But some of them were being kicked out while they kept me. So I started studying and was designated as the most improved cadet by the time we finished.
Cornwallis surrending at Yorktown
(1963) New York City
After being commissioned, I was given orders to work in Manhattan which is one of the five boroughs in the NYC. I was there for two years before going back to Yorktown to be an instructor.
Statue of Liberrty in New York harbor
(1963) Lucky For Me
Holding me back from being commissioned as an Ensign in the Coast Guard was a lucky break for me because my orders were changed to go to New York City to work for the meanest SOB in the world. He told the crew that I was sitting on a powder keg and he was just waiting to light the fuse. That terrified me and I went nuts! He had given his executive officer a five page adverse fitness report, which was the worst the Yeoman had ever seen. My background investigation still had the information from BYU that I was Gay. Being Gay in those days was the KISS OF DEATH. The lucky thing was that I was in with a bunch of Reserve Program Administrators (RPA's) who didn't need to kiss ass to get promoted, as the regulars had to do.
My orders were changed to go to my first assignment in New York City.
A lucky break for me because I landed in a nest of RPA's
(1963) The Coast Guard Tried To Entrap Me in NYC
The Coast Guard tied to entrap me by having fake Gay men put the make on me. I never responded. Many enlisted men did respond and they were given an immediate undesirable discharge without a hearing. I was terrified and actually went a bit crazy. But I was able to continue working with the Coast Guard in the old Custom House which was at the South tip of Manhattan, New York City.
(1964) I First Lived on Staten Island
During my first tour of duty after being commissioned, I lived on Staten Island and found a girlfriend. She was Gloria Debello, who later got knocked up by a Mormon returned missionary. After Gloria had that baby, they got married and Gloria was baptized a Mormon. They had three more kids while living in Provo, Utah where he worked with BYU. The last I know of, they continued living in Provo where he died and Gloria continued to live. After living on Staten Island, I moved to the Officer Quarters in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
I wrote a letter to BYU stating that the returned missionary had knocked up Gloria and had refused to marry her even after Gloria had their baby. (I was just following the BYU Gestapo way) BYU called him in, but he lied so much that BYU let him go because he was a returned missionary. He continued to work at BYU. Returned Mormon missionaries got away with everything.
Years later Gloria’s mother tracked me down and she called me when I was in Cleveland. She wanted to know what happened to the diamond ring that Gloria had been carrying. I told her that Gloria had showed the ring to me, but Gloria kept it.
Staten Island, (shown on the lower left) is one of the five boroughs of New York City. It is where I lived when I first went to New York City. A gorgeous girl took me to see a show at Radio City Music Hall in Manhattan.
(1966) Back to Yorktown
After my awful tour in Manhattan I was transferred back to Yorktown where I was assigned to teach the cadets. I taught instructor training, Port Security and other subjects to the big boys. I was there for two years. It was my best tour of duty.
I once sat on the grass watching the ships sail past on a sunny day. It was the first time I encountered Chiggers. They ate me sore. It was the last time I ever sat on the grass at Yorktown.
Our Coast Guard Base at Yorktown, was where Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington
Chigger Bites
(1968) Then back to BYU
After my two year tour at Yorktown, I was released from active duty and I returned to BYU for a year. That's when I saw my former room mate who told me that the FBI told him I was a Queer.
Getting Promoted My Way (Sound like a Frank Sinatra song?)
Anyway, when I was in New York City, I was in with a bunch of Reserve Program Administrators (RPA’s) who were on a separate promotion list from the Regular Officers. The Regulars detested Reservists. Regulars were promoted on a BEST qualified system by kissing ass, and the RPA’s were promoted on the old system of just being qualified and they didn't have to kiss ass. That meant that the excellent Regulars were being passed over for promotion when the incompetent RPA’s were being promoted. So I joined the RPA’s, which was a very lucky break for me as I retired a Commander. Many of the RPA’s had been passed over on the regular’s list. However, they were promoted with no loss of numbers after they joined the RPA's. That irritated me so much I sued the Commandant of the Coast Guard because the Coast Guard was breaking the law. I was the only one to ever sue the Commandant. I dropped that case because I had better things to do.
(1969-1970) Cleveland
After my year at BYU I went back on active duty and got orders to go to Cleveland where I was an Admiral's Aide. That was the worst tour of duty that I ever had.
My Catholic Cardinal Sin in Cleveland
In Cleveland I had a girlfriend named Judy who was a Catholic. I went to church with her one time. I took the wafer even though I was not a Catholic. Judy said that was a cardinal sin and I was condemned to Hell. Judy wanted to marry me, but she was having sex with everybody else, so I wasn't interested.
Catholic Wafer
(1970-1974) The Training Center on Governors Island
In New York I was under an Executive Officer (Lee Krumb) who was having sex in his room with a gorgeous enlisted woman. (It was a very serious court martial crime.) When I reported it to the Commanding Officer he merely said that everyone needed their sex. So, the Commanding Officer told his Executive Officer that I was the rat. So, I got a bad fitness report and Lee got a good report. That’s the way it was in the Coast Guard.
I was the Commanding Officer of the enlisted men. I could bust them down to a recruit, fine them, let them go, or just scold them.
I was president of a Courts Martial for an enlisted guy who was trying to blow up the ship he was on. We reduced him to a seaman recruit, forfeiture of all pay and gave him the maximum at hard labor. Then the commanding officer of the ship said we let him off easy. My boss said we were too harsh.
(1970-1972) New Orleans
I was assigned to go to New Orleans to work in a Reserve Division for the SOB, Sandy Bee. That's where I met my beautiful, talented, 19 year old genius named Peggy Jean Smith. I almost immediately asked her to be my wife. We were married in the little Chapel in Vail, Colorado. It was a small simple ceremony.
When we were engaged Peggy got mad and threw her ring into the deep end of a a swimming pool. Since I didn't know how to swim, I nearly drowned retrieving the ring.
Peggy was always in love with Jack Spencer who she knew just before we got engaged. She would call me "Jack". Sorta like Princess Diane and Prince Charles when Charles was always in love with Camilla.
We were going to get orders to go somewhere, but e didn't know where we were going. So we got a Ouiji Board to ask it. Ouija said we were going to New Jersey. We thought that was the most ridiculous thing we had ever known. So, I got orders to go to Gloucester City, New Jersey. That scared us so much that we never played with Ouija again.
Jackson Square in New Orleans
(1972-1974) The Coast Guard Penal Colony - Base Gloucester City, New Jersey
My boss, Sandiford Oscar Bee, in New Orleans didn't like me. He was itching to give me an adverse fitness report because I had found a place for our Reservists to do their weekend drills. Neither he nor anyone else could find a suitable place.
He had his revenge by sending me to be the Operations Officer at the Coast Guard's hell hole in New Jersey. I had some fun at Base Gloucester City, like when the old man sent me to New York to ride an oil tanker down the East coast, around the tip of Florida into the Gulf of Mexico to our destination at the Houston ship channel. I was very sorry to have to return to the Coast Guard's hell hole at Gloucester City.
I also had fun when I boarded a Russian ship. The bulkhead of the Russian ship had a picture of Lenin as big as a house. While we were aboard their ship, they kept pouring whiskey for us until we were so intoxicated that we could hardly stand up. So we went back to the base, drunk, which didn't matter anyway because the executive was an alcoholic.
I was a Bad Boy
I could have been courts marshaled several times when I was in the Coast Guard. Like the time I threw several Camera lenses in the trash instead of surveying them according to regulations. Then when I said it was okay to dump oil soaked sand on private land which was against the law. Or when a lady called to ask abut her husband after a storm. I told her that the guy had been rescued, but he was dead. Actually I didn't get away with anything more than the regular officers.
(1974-1978) Governors Island, NYC
While at Governors Island, NYC we had two girls. The first was Vanya who later passed the NY law Bar exam after graduating from Columbia Law school. The second girl was Ember who was born on our living room rug. The doctor was a drunk so I was the first to catch Ember as she was being born. The enlisted men who were assigned to help just stood there looking on.
Once I was taking my three year old, Vanya, to the day care center. She started screaming that she didn't want to go. So I turned around to return home. Then she said , "You're doing the wrong thing, you know." So, I turned back around and I took her to the day care center. (a smart kid at such a young age)
(1978-1985) Washington, D.C.
My final place of duty was in Washington, D.C. I was president of the Coast Guard Medical Review Board. I could put men back on active duty, I could put them on temporary disability or I could give them a medical discharge. I spent 4 years in the Pentagon.
(1964) Dad Visited NYC
When I was first stationed in New York City my Dad and his wife Iva came for a visit. They brought along with them one of our former neighbors, Koy Sheets who was a couple of years older than I was. Apparently Koy was looking for a husband, but I wasn’t looking to get married. Anyway, we toured the city seeing the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and a lot more. At the Statue Dad had me take pictures of him holding the Eagle Valley Enterprise newspaper in which Dad had his column of the local news from McCoy published. Dad’s column was titled, “Eyeball News, And it might Not Be So”. We all had a good time. Iva tipped the hotel busboy who looked miffed when she gave him a few coins, but he knew we were country hicks.
A few years later when I was going back to duty in Cleveland I stopped by Storm Lake, Iowa to see Koy. She was still looking to get hitched and we had a good time (wink, wink). That was the last time I saw Koy, but Iva told me that Koy had hitched up with an awful guy.
Dad was very prejudiced and a racist. Virginia sent a letter to Dad wherein she said she was dating a non-white guy. As soon as Dad got the letter he stepped right outside the Bond post office and burned the letter on the spot. Dad was a Republican until Mr. Randall told him to open his eyes, like a newborn puppy does after a few days. Then Dad was a lifelong Democrat since his eyes were open. Dad always said that he was married for 40 years, two women but 40 years.
(1972) I Met My Wife, Peggy Jean Smith
When on active duty I was transferred to New Orleans where I met a 19 year old named Peggy Jean Smith who was a genius, but she had been raised poorer than a church mouse. I married her and we continued to drink a lot of alcohol for the next few years. Since Peggy was a genius she breezed though College and Law School even though she was always very drunk. She passed the New York Bar exam with no trouble and later became a Federal Judge. They sent Peggy to many Rehabs to try to dry her out, but she remained an alcoholic which she enjoyed immensely. She would say that I looked like Johnny Carson, then follow up by saying she hated Johnny Carson. Peggy's true love was Jack Spencer (sorta like Prince Charles and Camilla).
(As a teenager Peggy got pregnant by a boy from the Mcilhenny family which was among the richest families in America. That family owned Avery Island who made Tobasco Sauce for the entire world. The guy refused to marry Peggy. So Peggy sued him and that family settled with Peggy for $10,000. Later twins were born deformed and dead.)
Later, Peggy divorced me and was going to run away with her boss who suddenly died in San Francisco. That caused Peggy to kill herself in 2000. (Sorta like Cleopatra. or Romeo & Juliet).
After Peggy died I met a girl from Indonesia who had Green Card, which meant that she had to leave the United States soon. So she wanted me to marry her so she could stay in the US. She took me to their Embassy which was a huge mansion which had been built by a Robber Barron during the Gilded Age, in Wash., D.C.. It had lots of prayer mats and foot baths, which is common for the Moslem people. Unfortunately, I didn't marry her and she went back to her home country.
Peggy's Dad
When Peggy was 9 years old her dad walked toward the door, he looked back at Peggy and he said, "Peggy, I'll never see you again". He went through the doorway and left. Peggy never did see her Dad again until we were married. Then we drove to see him in Birmingham, Alabama. Her Dad had named one of his kids, by his second wife, with the same name that Peggy had. That made Peggy very irate.
Peggy's Dad never paid any money or gave any support whatsoever to the family he left behind. Peggy had to go barefoot during summers. Their house was so insect and rodent infested that they had to nail their kitchen door shut. Their house floors were so rotten that the family would fear falling through. Peggy was tasked with raising her two younger sisters, Marcia and Linda. Linda was an infant when their dad left. It's no small wonder that Peggy was an alcoholic for her entire adult life. Peggy had the delirium tremors (DTs) so bad that she would listen to music when there was only silence. The award winning movie, "The Lost Weekend", tells what it's like to be an alcoholic with the DT's.
Peggy's Dad thought of himself as a devout religious Baptist who could do no wrong. He was actually a scumbag.
(1978-1982) The Pentagon
I was once transferred to the Pentagon for 4 years where I had a lot of fun roaming around the corridors seeing the higher ups like the Secretary of Defense, along with the many Admirals and Generals. I saw Lou Puller pulling himself along in his wheelchair. Lou had his legs shot off in the Viet Nam War. He wrote a Pulitzer Prize winning book named, "Favorite Son". The book was about his experiences in the Marine Corps and the Vietnam War. Sadly, Lou later killed himself.
The Pentagon had a food court in the center of the building. It had a Mezzanine with barber shops, shopping for clothes, a book store, a credit union which would give $5,000 loans just for joining, an escalator going down to catch the train, and loads of other stuff. There were several basements which had underground tunnels going to the White House, the Capitol building and other important places. They were many Top Secret programs in the basement, like Mind Control.
A lobbyist invited me to lunch at their exclusive place. They ordered for me and the meal was delicious. The guy who invited me paid for everything.
While at the Pentagon, I took classes to get my real estate license. I was preparing for my second passover for promotion, to become a real estate broker. My second passover was another of the luckiest breaks of my life.
(1985) Going to Work At Last
After being drunk for for 22 years in the Coast Guard, I had to finally go to work. I stopped drinking and I became a teetotaler. I became a Real Estate Broker owning my own company named Terry Seaman Realty in Alexandria, Virginia. I was the highest paid Realtor in Northern Virginia making more money than I had ever imagined. My health broke when my agent found me in a coma at my office and he had an ambulance take me to the hospital where they revived me. Otherwise I would have died right there.
A drug addict was stealing from me. So I fixed her by dumping a lot of syrup into her gas tank. That stopped her from stealing from me any longer.
Awful agents that I hired included:
Mary Biddle who dumped my customers at McDonalds for the day and pick them up after hours
Steve Markham who wanted to run everything only his way, which never worked.
Micki who did everything imaginable the wrong way
Others who lost my customers time after time
My dealings with a Mormon family
I was always honest and fair with everyone when I was a Real Estate Broker. I expected the same from others. Often I didn't get the same from them. In one case there was a Mormon family that had fallen on hard times. The man had gotten Cancer and he could not work. They owned a townhouse which they couldn't make payments on. So I bought their home for a high price and I rented it back to them at a very low price. When they owned the townhouse they took immaculate care of it. But when they were tenants, they wrecked the place. Then they moved out and I had to pay a lot to fix and repair the place.
Their final insult to me was when they used another Realtor to buy another house. That still burns me up when I think of how well I treated them and how they insulted me.
(1986) Clayton, Missouri (St. Louis)
We moved to Clayton into a house that was built in the 1920's. It had plaster walls and ceilings. The bedroom ceiling sagged so much we thought it would fall down on us. The windows had old fashioned rope pulleys and they were quite drafty. When the wind blew outside, we could feel the air wafting past us inside. When it rained outside, the basement would flood. The fireplace wooden mantle was painted to look like marble.
But, Clayton had the best schools.
(1988) Then we moved back to Alexandria. Peggy split and she moved into her own apartment. Then she moved to Denver where she filed for divorce. She asked for $30,000 and I gave her $50,000, which she wasted drinking. Then she moved to San Francisco where she committed suicide. (Cleopatra and Romeo & Juliet)
(2010) I then Moved to Cary, NC
It was time for me to sell out and move in with my daughter, Ember, in North Carolina where I lived for 9 years. I fell into a coma several times at her house where Ember cared for my Health. I was sent me to Duke Hospital and I was in the same ward as Senator Ted Kennedy when he had his brain operation. I was very close friends with Carson.
Ember's house in Cary, NC
(2019 to present) Deming, New Mexico
Then I went to Deming, New Mexico to live with my sister Virginia and her friend Randy.
My brother LaVere
(1955) The Navy
While we were living in McCoy, LaVere joined the Navy when he was 17 years old. His enlistment was for three years. If he had waited until he was 18 years old he would have had an enlistment of four years. It seems that his term in the Navy did him no good, and did him a lot of harm. The Navy taught LaVere to smoke, drink and whore around. One time LaVere was shacked up in a motel in Steamboat Springs. It was an embarrassment to Dad. So Dad sent me down to the motel to tell LaVere to get home FAST, which I did.
The New 1949 Chevrolet Pickup
LaVere rolled this vehicle over which totaled it. I tried to fix it, but I just made things worse.
The New Ford Pickup
Dad bought a new 1955 Ford pickup. LaVere got it up to 80 MPH and jammed the gears down to first gear. That threw a rod through the engine of the pickup. The pickup was still under warranty, so the dealer had to replace the engine. The dealer said that had never happened to any of the other new cars or trucks that the dealer had sold. The dealer knew darn well that LaVere has jammed the gears into low gear when going at a high rate of speed. But the dealer couldn't prove it, so the dealer replaced the engine anyway.
(1996) Nearly Going Crazy
LaVere got married a second time to Rose who thought he was loaded. So she set him up. Rose told the sheriff that LaVere would often chain her to the bed. Then Rose told LaVere that she was having a drug reaction and that LaVere needed to tie her to the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself. So LaVere did it. Rose had called the sheriff to get him on the way to see that she was chained to the bed. When the sheriff got there he saw that Rose was chained to the bed. So, the sheriff thought that LaVere was crazy. The sheriff arrested LaVere to ship him off to the crazy house at Pendleton, Oregon. LaVere's Mom had to convince the sheriff that LaVere wasn't crazy. That was a very close call for LaVere. So LaVere chased Rose away and he later wanted to marry her again. He didn't.
Made All State Basketball Player
LaVere was a good basketball player. He made All-State in Class C in Colorado.
Working with Keith
At Ilwaco, Washington State, LaVere, Vanya and her husband Keith Wright, were visiting my mom at Mom's trailer house. Mom needed to have a new roof put on top of her trailer house. So LaVere got Keith to help. They both went up to work on the project. Then LaVere told Keith that he had to go down for a drink of water while Keith kept working. After some time Keith got concerned that LaVere had not come back up to work with him. So Keith went down to see what happened and there was LaVere watching television. Keith was pissed.
Photo from left to right: LaVere, Vanya & Keith
(1996) LaVere moved to Burns, Oregon
When LaVere moved to Burns, Oregon he rented his property to Steve Sparks who would not pay his rent. My brother Vern went after Steve Sparks to pay the rent. Then Steve killed Vern. You can see what happened by going to your computer and searching “Steve Sparks Burns Oregon” and clicking on the YouTube link. This link has been active since 1996. This is what you’ll see:
“Steve Sparks lied. Steve killed Vern at 8:30pm on June 7th, 1996 between the house and the main gate. Linda was on the phone with Vern at 8:22pm when Vern told Linda that he had to hang up because he had something else to do. That’s when Steve came onto Vern’s land and killed Vern. Then Steve disposed of Vern’s body which has never been found. When Steve left the property he closed the main gate which Vern always left open when he was on the property. Why else would Steve refuse to take a lie detector test and get cash to do it? That’s why I’m offering more dough to anyone who can get Steve to take and pass a lie detector test.”
I hired a lawyer to publish an advertisement in the Burns Newspaper telling Steve that I would pay him $10,000 if he would take a lie detector test. That caused Steve Sparks to sue me for several million dollars. My insurance company settled with Steve for a very few dollars, probably less than $100. I asked Sheriff Dave Glerup to investigate and have Steve take a lie detector test, but instead the sheriff sued me for several million dollars. I settled that case by paying the sheriff $10,000 which was the best money that I ever spent because I was sure that I would have been killed if I went to Burns, Oregon to try the case.
David R. Glerup (now an ex-sheriff)
From the evidence that I collected I know that Steve Sparks killed Vern at Vern's property in Harney County the evening of June 7th, 1996 at about 8:30 pm. Steve didn't know what to do with the body until Sheriff Glerup showed up the next morning. Then the sheriff showed Sparks how to dispose of Vern's body so it would never be found. I expect that Vern's body was dumped down a well that's common in those parts. Glerup wouldn't get a search dog team so I hired one. Meanwhile, before my search dog team got there, Glerup's deputies drove four wheelers crisscrossing Vern's property to wipe out any scents that the dogs might find.
I kept agitating in Harney County for Sheriff Glerup to give Steve Sparks a lie detector test and to properly investigate the case. Then Glerup sued me for several million dollars and he dropped any case against Sparks. Glerup settled with me for $10,000 when he could have gotten more than a million dollars. I was making so much money that it would have cost me so much in lost income, that I settled the case with Glerup. Meanwhile I set Glerup up to be elected Sheriff several more times. He should thank me for that!
I know that Glerup knew Vern was disliked around there. It appears that Glerup hated Vern from the comments in his "investigation." Glerup even mentioned that Vern's cow died from the bloat even though Vern skinned the hide back to show Glerup that it was a bullet that killed the cow. I would still like Glerup to take a lie detector test to confirm that Glerup was telling the truth in the report he made of the case. I know he won't do it because he's lying.
I just can't figure out why Glerup was so attached to Steve Sparks, who was basically a vagrant deadhead bum who couldn't keep a job. Glerup was previously an upstanding member of his community. Now Glerup has set himself up to be blackmailed by Steve Sparks, his wife Suzie, or anyone else who knows that Glerup helped Sparks hide Vern's body and covered up the crime.
I was an active Cop for 22 years so I thought virtually all cops in the West were honest. I knew the FBI director, J. Edgar Hoover, was blackmailing the presidents of the United States. In the Eastern United States all of the New York City Cops were on the take which is well documented in the movie "Serpico". So Cops can be dirty from time to time.
I had two cases against me at the same time for millions of dollars each
Steve Sparks sued me for several million dollars. Then Sheriff Dave Glerup sued me for several million dollars. So I had two cases against me for several million dollars each. I would have paid Sheriff Dave Glerup more than a million dollars, just to save my life. But he settled for only $10,000. That's the best buy I ever made in my life.
(1996) The FBI lied
I asked the FBI to investigate the case. The FBI sent a letter to me which stated that they will not take a case unless there’s a body. That was an awful lie because the FBI did take the case of a lawyer in Delaware who killed his girlfriend and disposed of her body at sea. Her body was never found. Search for Thomas J. Capano in your computer to see the story.
The FBI spent millions of dollars searching for the body of Jimmy Hoffa. Search for Jimmy Hoffa in your computer to see how the FBI wastes your taxpayer dollars.
I have dealt with a few FBI agents who were very fair to me. That was even though I knew that J. Edgar Hoover was blackmailing Presidents of the United States. Bobby Kennedy put a stop to J. Edgar going direct to, and blackmailing, the President who was John Fitsgerald Kennedy. Jimmy Hoffa's body has never been found.
Did you know that it’s legal for Cops and the FBI to lie to us? I didn’t until then.
My Uncle Lawrence
My Dad had an adopted brother named Lawrence Seaman. Years later when we all were well into our adulthoods, Lawrence had run out of money. He was once very wealthy and he bought an apple orchard in Washington State where he planned to retire and live for the rest of his life. However, the apple orchard froze out for three years. That caused Lawrence to go broke and he couldn’t get loans from anywhere. So Lawrence approached Dad to ask for money. Lawrence told Dad that had apple orchards had not frozen out for more than three years in a row.
Dad didn’t want to loan Lawrence any money, but Lawrence begged and begged until Dad gave in and loaned Lawrence all the money that Dad had. The next year the apple orchard froze out and Lawrence declared bankruptcy so he never repaid Dad anything.
A few years later Dad was broke so he came to me asking for a loan of $4,000. I gave Dad the money and told Dad that it was a gift never to be repaid to me. I should have given Dad much more for all the help Dad had given me.
Why I love America and the United States
George Washington fought for England and then he was a turncoat (traitor) who fought for the Colonies (thank goodness for that).
Benedict Arnold was a great soldier fighting for the Colonies. He was a traitor who changed to the British. (So sad.)
The CIA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran in 1953 and installed the Shah who was the worst dictator ever.
IKE lied to the American People about the U-2 incident.
Our government lied, cheated and destroyed evidence about the JFK assignation.
The CIA lied to JFK about the Cuba Bay of Pigs invasion.
Bill Clinton lied about his involvement with Monica Lewinsky.
The Pentagon Papers showed how the USA kept lying to us for years about Viet Nam, killing more than 50,000 American boys.
Nixon lied about the plumbers in the Watergate scandal.
The airplanes didn't collapse the twin towers. It was a job that fixed explosives in the towers to bring them down.
When I went to Mexico I was so happy to get back to the United States. (Don't drink the water in Mexico - HA)
And the list goes on and on.........
I love the United States of America (no kidding).
The Mormons (I'm a Jack Mormon)
I didn't know much about the Mormons when I was baptized as a kid, but I have learned a lot since then. The Mormon Missionaries taught us that God is the same "Yesterday, Today and Forever." Well, if that's true and the Mormon Prophet talks with God every day:
Why did the Mormon Church change it's policy about Blacks? In 1852 Brigham Young said that when you mix your white blood with blacks, you'll go to hell. The Church changed it's policy in 1978.
Why did Joseph Smith destroy the printing press on June 10th,1844 which printed true stuff about him that he didn't like? That violated our constitution which guarantees a free press and free speech.
Why did Joseph Smith shoot two guards when he was attempting a jail break for the second time on June 27th, 1844?
Joseph Smith said he translated golden plates by putting his face into a top hat along with two magic stones. Then the golden plates were taken by the Angel Moroni to Heaven before the public could see them. That's a bit too much for me to swallow.
So why did God allow the Mormons to murder the folks at the Mountain Meadows Massacre during September 11th to 17th, 1857?
Why did the Church founder, Joseph Smith, marry a 14 year old? Why did Joseph marry other men's wives? Why polygamy then, but not now?
Why are Mormons trying to hide that they're Mormons by changing their known name to LDS? Are they ashamed of being called a Mormon? Everyone knows a Mormon is called a Mormon, not an LDS.
Why did the Mormon church spend so much money to defeat Proposition 8 which was to allow same sex marriage? The Mormons rationalize that it was a moral issue, not political. I say it was the Mormons mixing in a political issue.
Of course the LDS (Mormon) church rationalizes about everything they change or do. We all do the same. I do like the Mormons for all the good they do. I also like Catholics and other religions for the good they do. I especially like Buddhism.
Dad struggled with emphysema
most of his life.
His death certificate said he died of a heart attack.
My Great Great Grandma and Grandpa Davis in front of the log house he built and where Dad was raised at Volcano, Colorado during the Great Depression, with no running water or electricity. Dad rode a horse many miles during bitter winters to get to a one room school on Conger Mesa.
The day before Grand Dad Davis died, he asked my Mom to have her send one of us boys down to help him. Time passed and neither my brother nor I remembered to go and help Grand Dad. The next day Grand Dad died in his little one room log cabin, about 50 feet from where we lived. I did not nor could I look at his body during his funeral.
My Great Grandpa Davis headstone
My Great Grandma Davis
Vern's body was never found after Steve Sparks of Burns, Oregon killed him and the Harney County sheriff helped to hide Vern's body.
Rose, Lavere, Vanya & Keith
My older sister Millie died
after a five year struggle with Cancer.
My little sister Virginia Kae (Seaman) Garbry was in the Army.
She made E-6 in three years, which was unprecedented
Now she is a very strict Mormon
She has a Gay son & 3 other kids who don't go to the Mormon Church
She sometimes goes off the rails
Virginia Kae (Seaman) Garbry
My Mother was married several times and finally got a husband that she was very compatible with. That husband died and Mom got married again to a guy who was in the Cambridge Diet. The Cambridge Diet made them multi-millionaires.
That husband recklessly spent all the money and Mom later died pauper.
Grandma Nellie Seaman holding her son (My Dad) Vernon
Grandma Nellie was married & divorced only once.
To support herself during the Great Depression, she worked as a cook for Dick Webb who owned a sawmill.
Grandma Nellie Seaman holding her son (My Dad) Vernon
This is Dick Webb who owned the sawmills where Nellie worked to support herself during the Great Depression. Dick died a very wealthy man. He didn't leave Nellie anything.
This is me, a Coast Guard Commander, married only once.
I don't smoke or drink and I am happy to be a Jack Mormon just like my Dad.
Like Father, Like Son.
I have a habit that I learned when I was a kid, to say my prayers every night,
just like brushing my teeth, combing my hair and other habits.
When I was a teenager
My beautiful wife, Peggy, at the Treasure Island Officer's Club, San Francisco, California.
I sent her through college, law school, then I got her a job as a federal judge Then when she had her own money she divorced me. She was an alcoholic all of her adult life, was a Federal Judge, and was going to run off with her boss who suddenly died. Then she killed herself in San Francisco.
She was a good Catholic anyway.
Peggy at the Treasure Island Officer's Club, San Francisco, CA
This is me at the infamous Billy The Kid's log cabin in Silver City, NM.
I retired as a Commander after 22 years in the Coast Guard.
This is the Cutter Eagle which was captured from the Germans in WWII.
Peggy and I were married in this chapel
in Vail, Colorado
in a simple ceremony
Governors Island, New York City where Ember was born on our living room rug.
I was the first to catch her because the doctor was a drunk and didn't arrive
Vanya was born in New York City
Governors Island Manhattan in background
I was born in A log cabin like the one shown here
A Steam Engine like this ran right next to our home in McCoy. It would blow cinders up in the air which would fall down into our hair.
A train Steam Engine like this ran right by our house at McCoy
Sophie
Carson on Bike
Ember at the shore
Ember at the Grand Canyon
Ember
Ember's daughter, Catherine, Drew & Wednesday
My daughters, Ember left & Vanya right. Vanya disowned me many years ago and I haven't seen her or her family since. Vanya graduated from Columbia Law School. Ember owns her own very successful tattoo shop.
Both have Genius IQ's
I escaped the draft for the Viet Nam War by joining the United States Coast Guard
Some of the Houses I bought
The first house I bought at 6007 Dewey Drive, Alexandria, VA
The next house was at Clayton, MO. Built around 1920 with no insulation, wooden fireplace with no flue, hot water radiators, but it was in the area of the best schools
8302 Crown Ct., Alexandria, VA. I annoyed the neighbor so much he sold his house and moved on.
I'm outta here
My headstone in Steamboat Springs, Colo (But I'm not dead yet)
Front & Back of my headstone
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