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HARD TIMES IN DENVER
After WWII
Dad
Dad in the desert
Dad hunting
Dad
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Mom
Mom and the 1955 Dodge station wagon
Mom in the late 1960's
Mom with Fez the cat
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More Family
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Grandma Pete (Dena Evans, later Anderson)
My mom's mom
Great aunt Dorothy
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Brother Jim and uncle Jim
Dorothy "Doc"
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Uncle Jim
Always kidding around
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Uncle Don
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Grandpa Cardwell
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Great Grandma Dena
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When we were young
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My brother Jim
I've always liked old cars!
My first boots
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Jim Berry
Leaving the old Tarabino house in Trinidad
Me, Jim and Barb just before moving back to Denver
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My sister Chris
Little Cowgirl
Caddy Cris
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Little sister
Sister and me
Cris and Juan
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My Rosie
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Young Rosie
Rosie and an oil well
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Rosie with brothers, Jerry and Herald
Best Friends
My Rosie - Central city
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My kids
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Brenda
Brenda
Concentration
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Becky
ROTC Girl
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Some places where I've lived or stayed
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The old haunted Tarabino house in Trinidad
The little house on the hill
Hamilton Turner Mansion - Savannah Georgia 1969
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Tarabino house - Trinidad 1953 to 1957
Where I grew up after 1957
The old Sussex later the Jeanette - Denver 1971
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My older sister Evette's grave, she died as an infant.
We both had the same birthday but 3 years apart.
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Old Cars and military collectibles
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My second Panhead
Lausbub Barker
1941 Dodge WC-10 4X4 Carryall
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Old friends
Damn! These tires taste good!
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What to do with all that left over stuff from WWII?
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A pile of German helmets
To keep people from following too closely!
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Bombs converted into fun stuff for kids!
Bomb drinking fountain
Bomb horse
Bomb seesaw
Collect History!!!
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Berry Sisters
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WWII Nurse Becky
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I love old Denver
Speakeasy days
Jim Berry
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Good old days, good old cars!
The Berry gang in the early days
Little Becky
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Life is full of surprises!
When I was a child I was told that my dad (James Berry) was killed in a truck wreck when she was pregnant with me. She then married Floyd Cardwell (my step father). I accepted that and grew up believing my dad was dead until 1996. It started out to be a good year because that was the year my second daughter Brenda would be born. I was under stress but felt fine otherwise. Then in February of 96 I was diagnosed with lymphoma, the same thing that killed my mom in 1987. This bad news from my doctor alone made me sick. In an instant my life had changed, a dark cloud now surrounded me and I could not escape it. This came at the same time that my step dad Floyd was in the hospital dying of cancer. He was a good man, a good father figure and a good husband to mom. At a time when I was seeing cancer take him from us I now had cancer too. I did not handle it well and was overwhelmed with fear and worry about what will happen to my kids and wife, It was at this time that my great aunt told me that Floyd was actually my father, not James Berry. He was married to mom and he was killed in the truck wreck. He was so badly burned that he was only identified by the remains of the divorce papers found in his back pocket, but he was not my father. I was in shock!!! I thought my father was dead!!! I thought Floyd Cardwell was my step father!!! How can this be??? At the age of 45 I learn this! As if I didn't already have enough on my mind!
To think that all my life I didn't know my step dad was actually my real dad, and to never know my uncles, my aunts and my grandparents were actually my blood instead of just relatives of my step dad!!! This deeply hurt and confused me. Why didn't they tell me?? I felt like I had been cheated. By now many are no longer with us and I never knew they were a part of me and I a part of them.
Being so sick from the chemotherapy and radiation I was now going through, I couldn't even bring myself to ask my dad about it and within about a week he died. My daughter Brenda was born about the time I was finishing my chemo treatments. My first chemo was an overdose according to the emergency room doctors. It almost killed me and it left me sick for years but I survived it and the cancer. It was an awful time but I'm not complaining at all as I realize just how lucky I am in so many ways! My last name will always be Berry but my blood is from the Cardwell and Anderson families. I'll never know why things turned out this way but things can always be worse. Hey! I am alive!
Family Roots
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