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What I hope to achieve by all of this



Why have I started writing journal style on a public setting?

Is it to make my family's eyes roll right on out of their heads?
Is it because I am a special snowflake and think my words are important?
Is it because I am bored and angsty?
Do I need money and I have to work irregular hours because of my irregular household?
Is it because being a writer is my secret hope have been to scaredy cat to give it a shot?
Is it because if I don’t try my brain will just be turning it over and over anyway?

Yes.  Yes to all of these.  

Repressed Artist. 8 year old pic. I thought I was so cool looking ;) Bless my late 20s heart.

The topics I want to zero in on are

Special needs parenting

Tulsa history and culture

Interviewing women who inspire me 

AND THE BIGGIE

I am going research and write my Grandfather's story.  Jim Hara is a mystery, a Goliath and a skeleton in my closet. The Hara side of the family is 75% skeletons but he is the most documented and the most outwardly dramatic.  First up he changed his last name from Haire to Hara.  No one knows why.  Who does that?  


His military career as a Naval aviator in World War II is jaw dropping.

1944-1945 
I have half a dozen commendations of this caliber.  

His love letters that he wrote to my Grandmother at the same time as he was completing these missions.
"Take care of yourself, darling, and be good like me. Don't Study too hard and keep 'em happy. Regards to all, Love Jim xxx"


His rise out of first generation Irish poverty to be President and CEO of Skelly Oil Company. His attempt to keep it from being absorbed by Getty and to keep it in Tulsa.

I will need to cross reference history books, the letters his medals, interview anyone who knew him and is still alive and ultimately visit the USS Yorktown down in Corpus Cristi.
  

I am going to have to drum up some of the Tulsa Oil industry elites so if anyone wants to help me approach millionaires and billionaires about my Grandfather I would like some help.





I would also like some encouragement.  Because I am a special snowflake who needs head pats.

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