In late November, 2019, a few months before the Scamdemic nightmare began, and on my unaccompanied drive back from visiting other family members in Western Pennsylvania, I visited my then 93-year-old Aunt Jane. Jane lives in Shamokin, a geographically isolated, Central PA coal town 140 miles from where I grew up, and still live, in the New Jersey/New York metropolitan area.
Same here with my Aunt Gwen, the last of my mom's siblings alive.
At 91 in a rest home we all knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and, on her birthday, my cousin decided he would have a party at his home, out of the rest home.
One of my female cousins, somehow knew of my pristine blood, and expressed her disapproval.
It was a low-key disagreement, but all the same my wife and I decided not to go.
Aunt Gwen died a few weeks later.
The female cousin, however, received some pay back.
Quadruple boosted, she's had Covid three times...............so far.
A great story about our times, and for the more important way to live for all time with family. Your aunt was a great lady, like so many who come from the working class and deserved better. Like so many millions who were damaged and destroyed by these ogres who rule us, she and your other family members kept their dignity.
Thank you for sharing this intimate story about you and your loved ones.
Stories like these are why I despise CRT. It buries history to advance a theory with all its destructive implications. Large segments of the population don't know little white boys were sent into coal mines or young white girls into factories. They are fed Norman Rockwell mythology. Instead of working together to reign in unrestrained capitalism and treat each other with dignity, we are divided to advance NGO policies.
a friend had an aunt who turned 100 in the first year of the scamdemic. They had already planned to have a large meet on the grass in front of the retirement home. Finally the whole thing had to get blown off, even tho the aunt wanted it so much. She had to sit in the window and wave at everyone driving by. My friend did not go. The old lady passed a few months later. Now, why did they not let her see everyone in person, how long do they think she would have lived! This was all so silly!
When this whole covid thing started, my grandmother was completely against lockdowns, she told me she had had her time, that young people needed to live their lives.
a friend of a friend broke her wrist and ended up in the hospital where she got the virus. She was 96 and refused to be on a ventilator, she said, I rather die talking ! which she did ! I already love your grandmother!
I understand that, but once precedence was set, there would have been numerous reasons to allow in person visitations for others. And if THAT happened, the veil of fear would have dropped and people would see the Scamdemic for what it was.... a lie.
Don't get me wrong, locking up everyone and forbidding people to meet and congregate was heinous, evil, and unforgivable. I'm just stating why your friends aunt was "disallowed" her party.
yes! and you are perfectly right. Like with so many large gatherings, it would have come out that they were not big 'spreaders'. If only some people would have dared ! and if so many people had not been paralyzed with fear !
We get to see our "Aunt Jane," also in Pennsylvania, for the first time since February 2020 on December 26. It is a visit that my household eagerly anticipates, despite a drive hours out of our way for a very short visit. I hope you get to see your Aunt Jane again. What wonderful memories you have of a gracious lady. God be with you.
Sadly, isolating people and then bombarding them with fearful propaganda for several years is probably one of the quickest ways to destabilize a society and make it not worth living in. This is part of the demoralization process. And yes, it was absolutely intentional; game-planned years ahead of time.
I made friends with a 92 year old man and I've taken him out to lunch a few times, and to watch Top Gun Maverick, and he enjoyed it.
But he's afraid to go out now because of Covid. I'm sure he's had the shots, and probably has people around him also getting sick more often because of the shots. I'm sure it doesn't help that I send out links to articles from the underground that shows how dangerous the shots were. But it's sad that this veteran now lives his life in fear.
Yes, indeed, it's very sad. Fear is no kind of way to live. People have been bombarded with it the past few years. All intentionally part of the evildoers plans....
On March 16, 2020 my family gathered for my brother's birthday celebration. Our father, who lived in a retirement residence in an apartment, was there like he was for all of these gatherings. There was a family pool tournament and my 86 year old father won his game against a good player. He had the beginnings of dementia, in that he was losing the ability to organize his life, but he could talk to you clearly about anything that happened in his childhood, 40 years ago or the day before. He paid attention to and analyzed news events and continued to give well thought out opinions when asked. After the party he was driven back to his apartment and the next day was locked down and the residence was closed to visitors. All residents, who previously ate all meals at the same assigned tables together, were now eating alone in their apartments without the ongoing conversations with their friends. Not surprisingly, he declined quickly and within a couple of months fell and was hospitalized for several weeks. When he was released, he was required to go into long term care in the same facility. In late June the residence allowed outdoor visits with family. I was assigned a visit date of July 1 so I got the required PCR test for the only time in my life, and left my husband and dogs at home and travelled four hours to see my dad. He was brought outside in a wheelchair, clearly very angry but unable to put together a coherent sentence. It was heartbreaking to see such a vital person reduced to this state by very stupid rules. On August 3 we were advised to consider palliative care for him. That day thirteen family members visited him inside the facility, one at a time. I think he still had his wits about him, because I made a joke and he smiled, despite his inability to talk and nonstop twitching. So I suspect he knew what was up with this parade of visitors. He died at 7 a.m. the next day.
Going back to the July visit: I planned to return home on July 3. That morning, before I started back, I got a phone call that my adult daughter had just found her father (my husband) dead in bed. The coroner said it was his heart. Who was I to argue? Several days later I got phone calls from his GP and his cardiologist. The were both surprised to hear that he'd died. Although he had a heart condition in their opinions it was well managed. Like my father, my husband was prevented by the same stupid rules from doing the things that kept him going. In my opinion that's what killed him.
It's so sad that all these elderly people were basically terrorised and coerced over covid. Many of them seem to still believe that a Covid Death would be a worse death than any other and so must be avoided at all costs. It's like they believe they aren't going to die as long as they can avoid covid. At 97, your dear aunt is already well into borrowed time. My mother-in-law is in her late 90s and was recently locked into her room and only attended by fully-masked and gowned "carers" for over a week because she "tested positive" even though she wasn't ill. She told us that it was the law.
Life is not worth living if you don't actually live it. Existence is not life. These elderly people should be enjoying every minute of what is left to them. Nobody will ever be saved from death and, when you get near the finishing line you should be left to choose what to be scared of (and it shouldn't be fear of catching a cold).
Another wonderful piece of writing Mark. My Mother's family was from Bellefonte, PA, smack in the middle of the state. Almost all were coal miners. I have fond memories of visiting with my Aunts and Uncles, "tubing" down the creek and visiting the dairy farm that was across the street from where my Aunt Helen lived. At night the adults would play card games and all of us kids would catch fireflies outside. I often think to myself that if someone had asked all the people living in assisted care facilities if they would take the risk of seeing family members even if it meant the possibility of getting sick, the majority would have opted to see their families. I lost my 94 year old mother in law to Covid in April, 2020. She died alone in hospice. Such a tragedy.
This story brought me to tears. Beautifully written and everything came alive for me. It reminded me of my Grandma and Great Aunt’s home. The funny smells (mothballs) and sitting around the kitchen table with a plastic tablecloth and a cup of tea. Wonderful memories of people who never ever complained but had so little. The town where everyone knew each other and the houses were so close together. Families were very big then and Life was good! I was so surprised to hear the town of Shamokin mentioned as I don’t live too far from there myself. I wasn’t raised in PA but it’s home now. Thank you Mark for the trip down memory lane!
So I was born in Ontario, Canada. I have 8 siblings and our Dad moved us to N. VA in the late 60s. Retired now and live about an hour north of Shamokin….in the middle of nowhere. I had to get away from DC as you might imagine 😀.
Would love a meetup! Not sure whether you follow Situation Commander (a good follow), but he has meetups in AZ with his followers. I’m looking forward to joining one once I get to Tucson in January. We are there for winters 👍. Perhaps a Mark Oshinskie meetup with followers could be a thing too! Having said that, would love a meetup in Shamokin anytime. 👏
I was one of the screamers from Santa Fe, NM. Sim Com came and 2 other screamers. Two of my friends who are on the same page also came. It was an interesting couple days, 5 women and Sim Com. It was mostly just about being able to speak freely and not self-censor. I have continued communication with the other two screamers, which I treasure.
I wonder if, in 30 years, I’ll become isolated by the corporate state, as, essentially, your Aunt was. There’s little question but that the isolation of the elderly was not a bureaucratic ‘accident.’ It was a technocratic tactic to reduce corporate funded future state liabilities. The window of liability reduction has shifted sharply lower, surprising private life insurers and causing premium increases of nearly all forms of insurance as corporate giants are paying out huge sums to account for the early deaths of millions of customers. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe next time they’ll produce a higher percentage of saline “vaccines.”
I visited a grand uncle once on a genealogy trip. He was in a te
rest home. And on a lark, I asked him if he wanted to bust out. He said yes, so I took him out for a drive around town, and he showed me his gravestone (a little creepy), but I think he had a good time being outside the rest home, and I got to know a little more about the family. For an insurance man, he had a colorful life. I'm glad I followed a spontaneous thought.
Goddamnit, Mark!, often, when I read a dispatch of yours I get something in my eyes. Sand or such. This was one. Great story; I love the old timers ( I’m gettin’ to be one myself). Remember: “The old ways are not to be despised!”
Mark, I love what you write. But somehow so many of your pieces make me tear up...something I almost never do. That is powerful. It is the absurd evil of what happens to ordinary people when idiots are allowed to call the shots. Every time I dry my eyes, I promise once again to do whatever I can for the entire lot to be brought to some kind of justice. (Likely will not happen, but will not be because I did not try.) Thanks for this.
The Scam created so much unacknowledged but predictable sadness. I wrote this story--in which nothing happens except family, memory and human connection--because I knew others would have had similar experiences and losses. And thus, could feel less alone.
I grew up in eastern Pennsylvania and had family living in Pennsyltucky...as we called central PA. Describing the smell of your grandmothers home brought back such a strong memory of visiting my grandmother and the smell of Cashmere Bouquet soap that permeated her house. I’ve no one left to visit anymore, the old folks having all passed. I miss those days surrounded by hoards of cousins enjoying Aunt Shirley’s sponge cake with homemade strawberry jam.
Thank you for this. Brought back memories of my childhood family gatherings. Only my generation of family left so never had to go through the experience of navigating the Covid hysteria with elderly family members, thankfully. I feel for all the people who had to experience the isolation and fear. And damn all those to hell who brought this upon us.
Same here with my Aunt Gwen, the last of my mom's siblings alive.
At 91 in a rest home we all knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and, on her birthday, my cousin decided he would have a party at his home, out of the rest home.
One of my female cousins, somehow knew of my pristine blood, and expressed her disapproval.
It was a low-key disagreement, but all the same my wife and I decided not to go.
Aunt Gwen died a few weeks later.
The female cousin, however, received some pay back.
Quadruple boosted, she's had Covid three times...............so far.
A great story about our times, and for the more important way to live for all time with family. Your aunt was a great lady, like so many who come from the working class and deserved better. Like so many millions who were damaged and destroyed by these ogres who rule us, she and your other family members kept their dignity.
Thank you for sharing this intimate story about you and your loved ones.
Danny Huckabee
Stories like these are why I despise CRT. It buries history to advance a theory with all its destructive implications. Large segments of the population don't know little white boys were sent into coal mines or young white girls into factories. They are fed Norman Rockwell mythology. Instead of working together to reign in unrestrained capitalism and treat each other with dignity, we are divided to advance NGO policies.
As an unvaccinated individual, I was told by most of my family I would kill my 100 year-old grandmother. She told me to stop by her house to visit.
Most people are idiots.
a friend had an aunt who turned 100 in the first year of the scamdemic. They had already planned to have a large meet on the grass in front of the retirement home. Finally the whole thing had to get blown off, even tho the aunt wanted it so much. She had to sit in the window and wave at everyone driving by. My friend did not go. The old lady passed a few months later. Now, why did they not let her see everyone in person, how long do they think she would have lived! This was all so silly!
When this whole covid thing started, my grandmother was completely against lockdowns, she told me she had had her time, that young people needed to live their lives.
100%.
a friend of a friend broke her wrist and ended up in the hospital where she got the virus. She was 96 and refused to be on a ventilator, she said, I rather die talking ! which she did ! I already love your grandmother!
Tragic
If they would have allowed it for her, they would have to allow it for everyone.
not everyone turns a 100.
I understand that, but once precedence was set, there would have been numerous reasons to allow in person visitations for others. And if THAT happened, the veil of fear would have dropped and people would see the Scamdemic for what it was.... a lie.
Don't get me wrong, locking up everyone and forbidding people to meet and congregate was heinous, evil, and unforgivable. I'm just stating why your friends aunt was "disallowed" her party.
yes! and you are perfectly right. Like with so many large gatherings, it would have come out that they were not big 'spreaders'. If only some people would have dared ! and if so many people had not been paralyzed with fear !
We get to see our "Aunt Jane," also in Pennsylvania, for the first time since February 2020 on December 26. It is a visit that my household eagerly anticipates, despite a drive hours out of our way for a very short visit. I hope you get to see your Aunt Jane again. What wonderful memories you have of a gracious lady. God be with you.
Sadly, isolating people and then bombarding them with fearful propaganda for several years is probably one of the quickest ways to destabilize a society and make it not worth living in. This is part of the demoralization process. And yes, it was absolutely intentional; game-planned years ahead of time.
I made friends with a 92 year old man and I've taken him out to lunch a few times, and to watch Top Gun Maverick, and he enjoyed it.
But he's afraid to go out now because of Covid. I'm sure he's had the shots, and probably has people around him also getting sick more often because of the shots. I'm sure it doesn't help that I send out links to articles from the underground that shows how dangerous the shots were. But it's sad that this veteran now lives his life in fear.
Yes, indeed, it's very sad. Fear is no kind of way to live. People have been bombarded with it the past few years. All intentionally part of the evildoers plans....
On March 16, 2020 my family gathered for my brother's birthday celebration. Our father, who lived in a retirement residence in an apartment, was there like he was for all of these gatherings. There was a family pool tournament and my 86 year old father won his game against a good player. He had the beginnings of dementia, in that he was losing the ability to organize his life, but he could talk to you clearly about anything that happened in his childhood, 40 years ago or the day before. He paid attention to and analyzed news events and continued to give well thought out opinions when asked. After the party he was driven back to his apartment and the next day was locked down and the residence was closed to visitors. All residents, who previously ate all meals at the same assigned tables together, were now eating alone in their apartments without the ongoing conversations with their friends. Not surprisingly, he declined quickly and within a couple of months fell and was hospitalized for several weeks. When he was released, he was required to go into long term care in the same facility. In late June the residence allowed outdoor visits with family. I was assigned a visit date of July 1 so I got the required PCR test for the only time in my life, and left my husband and dogs at home and travelled four hours to see my dad. He was brought outside in a wheelchair, clearly very angry but unable to put together a coherent sentence. It was heartbreaking to see such a vital person reduced to this state by very stupid rules. On August 3 we were advised to consider palliative care for him. That day thirteen family members visited him inside the facility, one at a time. I think he still had his wits about him, because I made a joke and he smiled, despite his inability to talk and nonstop twitching. So I suspect he knew what was up with this parade of visitors. He died at 7 a.m. the next day.
Going back to the July visit: I planned to return home on July 3. That morning, before I started back, I got a phone call that my adult daughter had just found her father (my husband) dead in bed. The coroner said it was his heart. Who was I to argue? Several days later I got phone calls from his GP and his cardiologist. The were both surprised to hear that he'd died. Although he had a heart condition in their opinions it was well managed. Like my father, my husband was prevented by the same stupid rules from doing the things that kept him going. In my opinion that's what killed him.
Lovely memories!
It's so sad that all these elderly people were basically terrorised and coerced over covid. Many of them seem to still believe that a Covid Death would be a worse death than any other and so must be avoided at all costs. It's like they believe they aren't going to die as long as they can avoid covid. At 97, your dear aunt is already well into borrowed time. My mother-in-law is in her late 90s and was recently locked into her room and only attended by fully-masked and gowned "carers" for over a week because she "tested positive" even though she wasn't ill. She told us that it was the law.
Life is not worth living if you don't actually live it. Existence is not life. These elderly people should be enjoying every minute of what is left to them. Nobody will ever be saved from death and, when you get near the finishing line you should be left to choose what to be scared of (and it shouldn't be fear of catching a cold).
Thanks, Stuffy. We're on the same page.
Another wonderful piece of writing Mark. My Mother's family was from Bellefonte, PA, smack in the middle of the state. Almost all were coal miners. I have fond memories of visiting with my Aunts and Uncles, "tubing" down the creek and visiting the dairy farm that was across the street from where my Aunt Helen lived. At night the adults would play card games and all of us kids would catch fireflies outside. I often think to myself that if someone had asked all the people living in assisted care facilities if they would take the risk of seeing family members even if it meant the possibility of getting sick, the majority would have opted to see their families. I lost my 94 year old mother in law to Covid in April, 2020. She died alone in hospice. Such a tragedy.
Trish--I'm in that "college town" 15 miles south of Bellefonte.
I have great memories of visiting Penn State as well. We always loved going there to get ice cream from the on campus dairy. Those were the days....
This story brought me to tears. Beautifully written and everything came alive for me. It reminded me of my Grandma and Great Aunt’s home. The funny smells (mothballs) and sitting around the kitchen table with a plastic tablecloth and a cup of tea. Wonderful memories of people who never ever complained but had so little. The town where everyone knew each other and the houses were so close together. Families were very big then and Life was good! I was so surprised to hear the town of Shamokin mentioned as I don’t live too far from there myself. I wasn’t raised in PA but it’s home now. Thank you Mark for the trip down memory lane!
Thanks, Patti. It was a different world up there.
Where was you family from?
So I was born in Ontario, Canada. I have 8 siblings and our Dad moved us to N. VA in the late 60s. Retired now and live about an hour north of Shamokin….in the middle of nowhere. I had to get away from DC as you might imagine 😀.
If you want, I'll meet you in Shamokin sometime.
Pttrubel@gmail.com
Would love a meetup! Not sure whether you follow Situation Commander (a good follow), but he has meetups in AZ with his followers. I’m looking forward to joining one once I get to Tucson in January. We are there for winters 👍. Perhaps a Mark Oshinskie meetup with followers could be a thing too! Having said that, would love a meetup in Shamokin anytime. 👏
I mean Simulation Commander....brain thing. Sorry about that!
I just realized your miscall of his name would leave him with the nickname sit com instead of sim com. haha
I was one of the screamers from Santa Fe, NM. Sim Com came and 2 other screamers. Two of my friends who are on the same page also came. It was an interesting couple days, 5 women and Sim Com. It was mostly just about being able to speak freely and not self-censor. I have continued communication with the other two screamers, which I treasure.
😀. I can’ wait to meet up with like minded people in Tucson. I would even travel to Santa Fe to be with y’all!!
I have the same question Rob posted before me—are you able to visit with her on the phone? As you wrote, rapport is rapport. Family is family.
I love your writing Mark. Thank you.
The phone isn't the same.
I wonder if, in 30 years, I’ll become isolated by the corporate state, as, essentially, your Aunt was. There’s little question but that the isolation of the elderly was not a bureaucratic ‘accident.’ It was a technocratic tactic to reduce corporate funded future state liabilities. The window of liability reduction has shifted sharply lower, surprising private life insurers and causing premium increases of nearly all forms of insurance as corporate giants are paying out huge sums to account for the early deaths of millions of customers. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe next time they’ll produce a higher percentage of saline “vaccines.”
No cake. I get it. But if her hearing is good, she may still cherish the contact.
Call her, make sure the "because of COVID" is really her idea and not her kids idea
Still, the phone is better than nothing.
I visited a grand uncle once on a genealogy trip. He was in a te
rest home. And on a lark, I asked him if he wanted to bust out. He said yes, so I took him out for a drive around town, and he showed me his gravestone (a little creepy), but I think he had a good time being outside the rest home, and I got to know a little more about the family. For an insurance man, he had a colorful life. I'm glad I followed a spontaneous thought.
I love your Aunt Jane.
Goddamnit, Mark!, often, when I read a dispatch of yours I get something in my eyes. Sand or such. This was one. Great story; I love the old timers ( I’m gettin’ to be one myself). Remember: “The old ways are not to be despised!”
Mark, I love what you write. But somehow so many of your pieces make me tear up...something I almost never do. That is powerful. It is the absurd evil of what happens to ordinary people when idiots are allowed to call the shots. Every time I dry my eyes, I promise once again to do whatever I can for the entire lot to be brought to some kind of justice. (Likely will not happen, but will not be because I did not try.) Thanks for this.
Thanks, Ralph.
The Scam created so much unacknowledged but predictable sadness. I wrote this story--in which nothing happens except family, memory and human connection--because I knew others would have had similar experiences and losses. And thus, could feel less alone.
I grew up in eastern Pennsylvania and had family living in Pennsyltucky...as we called central PA. Describing the smell of your grandmothers home brought back such a strong memory of visiting my grandmother and the smell of Cashmere Bouquet soap that permeated her house. I’ve no one left to visit anymore, the old folks having all passed. I miss those days surrounded by hoards of cousins enjoying Aunt Shirley’s sponge cake with homemade strawberry jam.
Thank you for this. Brought back memories of my childhood family gatherings. Only my generation of family left so never had to go through the experience of navigating the Covid hysteria with elderly family members, thankfully. I feel for all the people who had to experience the isolation and fear. And damn all those to hell who brought this upon us.