Tuesday, November 11, 2014


I have learned a lot of things about my family and life.  It seems as though I'm learning something new every day about them.

When I was a little girl, my grandma always told me about how her father was killed in a Concentration Camp when she was a little girl.  I believe she said she was two years old.  Maybe she was older???

My grandma was born in 1936, and from there on, my great-grandmother--her mother--kept both my grandma and her sister from being taken away to one of those camps.

My aunt has light brown eyes and light brown hair.  No one ever suspected her as a Jew.  My grandmother, on the other hand, had dark brown hair and eyes, and apparently having a widow's peak was a sign of being a Jew though I'm not really sure how you can tell just by those theories.

How I was told my great grandfather was sought to be a Jew was because the Nazi's made him pull down his pants to see if he was circumcised or not.  Then I found out other things.  Like he was 33, and had red hair.

All I know is my grandma was hidden in one family, and her sister was hidden in another.  Apparently, my great-grandma was very knowledgeable in other languages, and her German accent was great...It was enough to fool the Germans.

When the war ended, thanks to the American soldiers, my family had a choice of either going to England or to America...They chose America.

Today, and every day, I am expressing my gratitude to those who allow me to have my freedom, and don't have to be ashamed and hide in the shadows from danger.

With that being said, thank a soldier! :)


Monday, November 10, 2014

Spirit Gone

Each day
A little bit of my soul
Slips away
Black as coal
If I wasn't afraid
I'd take away...
Surfing the grade
Teetering another day

My soul is done
It is forgotten
The world has won
Spirit's rotten

And as I hide my tears
Succumbing to nothing
Despite wishing for years
Just to be a something

But here lies a reject
Here lies a no one
Why can't He inject
The final beat of drum?

11/10/14 Written by ©Diana Jillian

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Seeing You Clearly

**Somebody must have lied to me
I've denied all of what was meant to be

Across the miles, I thought you'd keep me sane
Chasing me through that cold Kentucky Rain

The little reflective glass of a tiny shard
The effort of not even going out a yard

Withered weather as Florida heat's cooled fair
I know now I'm the only one who will ever care

Somebody must have lied to me
I've depraved the toxic life meant to be

Black skies soon turning into gray
I remove the bad that comes my way

From dulling gray, to a brightening blue
I'll soon succumb to what is really true

I watch as the days lives and dies
And I know my soul will still arise

And through the cold Florida rain
You'll never see my bitten pain 

©DJ (Diana Jillian)  11-9-14

**Somebody must have lied to me...A line from the Mamas and the Papas song:  "Once Was A Time I Thought"
Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll.
But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.
A blessing refreshing in you did unfold,
Dispelling depressing distressing salt from my soul.
Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But now with you by my side,
I find that I feel so satisfied,
Somebody must have lied to me.
(Words from azlyrics.com)


And Kentucky Rain from Elvis I found:



I found this post on someone's page, and decided to share with you all.  I don't know where the origin of the post came from...I only know what I deem funny and relatable.

And actually, I have done this...

I have a poem in the works.  My brain did not want to function in writing mode today.  I got to give authors their props.  They have bad days, or sick days, and they're writing away. 

Me, when I'm sick or worried, I am looking for comfort of my own TV.  I don't know why I feel this will help me.  I look for anything funny to watch so I don't have to think about anything.

Right now, I'm in anxiety mode.  I was meaning to write this earlier...Like Saturday earlier, but now it's Sunday, and with new  prompts, I will have another blog in the making.  Two blogs in one day...YAY!!!

"Oh you didn't count on me.  When you were counting on your Rosary."

~~Billy Joel


I deleted so much!  I don't want reminders.  I remember too much as is!

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