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Regarding the Barrett's in my life, Jodi Rae.  

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When I was thirteen years of age, I went out to play a game of ditch a group of kids were playing one summer's eve.

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Janae Barrett one of my junior high classmates, asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. I never thought I would ever smoke, but I inhaled a few puffs form the joint. Janae's nickname was, 'Bunny'.

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When it was time to go home, I stopped at the neighbors house and shared with her my concern of smelling like smoke down by the wash sink in the basement. She reassured me I was not smelling of smoke and I went home feeling fortunate to have the friends. 

 

In the next year I met my soon to be boyfriend and my eventual husband Joseph. He knew both of those young women, Cindy and Janae. They were all pot-smokers in the neighborhood.

 

Eventually, I would later come to know Terry Brennan, who my boyfriend shared with me some family trails. I wasn't really privy to them, but I learned later, they were likely very publicly talked about but not mentioned in polite society unless you cared to ruin someone's reputation.

 

Terry was accused by a Dart's Transportation Driver of pedophilia against his mentally retarded son, Michael. Dart's Transportation provided ride service to Michael to get to his job. And during this time he was on medication and went to a local hardware store to purchase gloves and absent-mindedly walked out with the gloves. The store was Menards, and no one ever stopped talking about this once the word was in the minds of the people. Did he need to get his hands back from the people?

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My boyfriend, Joseph John Brennan through the years of 1978 - 1985 when we were, in my father's words, "it's about time!", finally married. Shared with me how those accusations nearly put Terry under with despair as to how to manage the health and care of his eldest son.

 

In 1982 I had become pregnant, and to give my son, Jason 'the bastard' Brennan child, a union with his father's family, I made a proclamation of faith to the Catholic Church. After several years of evening classes with Deacon Ted, Jason was then baptized a catholic at the same event of my proclamation of faith to the Catholic Church.

 

Joe and I had attended the service at the Church of Saint Joseph's of West Saint Paul, Minnesota with regimented rituality and continued to practice our faith after Jason was baptized, and I could then take communion. Usually attending church on Saturdays, where we were with Joe's parents and his brother Michael in the same evening mass. 

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Eventually, Joseph and I were married in the Church of Saint Joseph's of West Saint Paul, Minnesota on April 12, 1985 by Father Turner. I would be  five months pregnant during the service.

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While I was making the arrangements for the wedding service, my sister Julie ventured a comment regarding my becoming a Catholic. Lately in the news all there was to be heard was stories about daycare providers being accused of pedophilia and also news of Catholic priest being accused of this reviled behavior, and she said, "Jo, why would you become a Catholic all the priest are Pedophiles". I did not respond to her unsolicited, or what could have been called uneducated statement. I allowed myself my choice and her to believe what she knew and let law enforcement and the church manage what did not effect me. At least I did not believe that I had influence over this environment.

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I personally felt that we were of an age of technology that even if we had to solicit the Russian government or the Chinese government for satellite images we had the ability to clarify persons where's-about and that it should be done without prejudice if this pedophilia was such a rampant event. Eventually cameras in locations would become the mainstay of everything from pumping gas to babysitting. Any evils committed would likely be caught on camera.

 

Back to my story...during the marriage ceremony, I realized that I was unusually nervous, and questioning my marrying Joseph and hoping that it was the right thing to do, because of the pregnancy he wanted to marry in April, where I wanted to wait until fall and marrying in October. Joseph insisted we should be married before the baby was born, so we would be an official family.

 

Also, during the wedding ceremony I noticed that the priest was incredibly nervous, more so than I was. His hands were shaking almost uncontrollably. While I tried to control my own anxiety, I took several deep breaths, and forced myself to relax and tried to offer a support to the father as he assisted Joe and myself in our union. I could not have for-seen what the future held for us back then, but as I write this today, I find myself on a new indentured path of servitude for my children, the children and the past and future.

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Several weeks after Joe and I were married, I read an article that said Father Turner had been accused of sexual molestation. I was disappointed that my vows were associated with this  vile behavior.

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Under a great deal of stress that summer with the new marriage, my sister Julie and I were both pregnant and she had gotten taken into custody for some past issue she had to clear up and then there was fun to be had, at least we, my sisters, and mom all made great attempts at loving our family and being united. Mysterious workings crept in to undermine our hard-work all along the way.

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As the weeks went on, and months past, a couple of years later, Terry found a house he felt would be perfect for Joe and I to raise Jason and Jasmine. And so we moved from the apartment we were living on Ottawa Ave., in West Saint Paul, Minnesota to Baker Street, formerly Augustus, in Saint Paul. It was a house Terry's friends dad owned and raised his family in turned into a duplex on three city lots, a corner lot 150' by 150'. An island paradise.

 

Soon due to Joe's frustration with his new married life and deciding he sho I was remanded to get to work so I could get myself in a position to take care of myself. I worked briefly for Marsden maintenance cleaning at Sears in Saint Paul, then for a short time at Hemar. Student Loan Servicing.

 

Then I found a part-time job working at Dart's Transportation in West Saint Paul, Minnesota, and my bosses name was Kristin Barrett.  I also worked at Berman's Wilson, my manager Eva gave opportunity for me to be associated with a theft of leather goods of ~$5000 for accepting a return of a leather trench coat. I would become a young wife and mother who worked five nights a week and three weekends a month, just to be out of the house and out of Joe's sight. He was not in love with me, and it was obvious for the tenants, neighbors, his family and friends to see. And speculative in the community as associated with this theft, though no one talked about it. I felt like I was setup.

 

On one occasion of a night I worked, a strange occurrence of a customer seeking me out and requesting me to try on a pair of gloves to see how they would look for his girlfriend would prompt my manager to sharply speak to me and guide me away from the customer calling the guest creepy and want me to be away from him.

 

At Dart's Transportation, my boss Kristin shared with me she was married to a man of her last name Barrett who was married previous and that he had ~eight kids. To feed them all, making ends meet, she would throw 'lots' of  'mayo' in whatever she was making, such as Tuna Salad or Egg Salad and it would extend the portions and all of the kids thought she was the greatest cook in the world.

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I never shared with Kristin the knowing of Janae Barrett or discuss if they were related, nor did I discuss the issue of who the father of my children was, or that his father had been accused by Dart's of sexual molestation.

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Over the years my mother and I researched our genealogy and as she would make recollections of something she heard or learned, she shared something about a second marriage to her grandfather on her dad's side.

 

The something about the second wife did not like Ray and sent him packing very early in life. That is what my mother recalled about his being out of the house. My mother's grandfather did divorce the woman he was married to the second time. More than thirty years later I discovered the second marriage of my mothers grandfather was to a Sarah Barrett. I did see some discrepancies in the dates and need to review them at this writing it is all still fresh.

 

Upon my divorce, after much issues with my work I was having a difficult time with employment which had among other things effected my finances. I was trying to secure a financial institution. My accounts were being  unbalanced by on going issues and due to co-workers aggressions at Johnson Controls, Inc., and eventually a bad check I received from George Washington University, which they sent me a non-sufficient fund check for the purchase of my 1989 Chevrolet Blazer, my accounts were getting messed with.

 

I received my tax return checks and decided to go to a bank called Drake Bank on Plato Ave. in Saint Paul, where I hoped to open an account with my tax return checks. I met an account manager  named  Julie Barrett at the  Drake Bank. She got up from her desk and walked to the back office where she could view me from the window and she sat  down staring at me but looking in front of her face. She seemed to be carefully evaluating me. At the time I knew not why.

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I did lose the house, struggled with opening accounts found that after ten years and my father in-laws death work associates were offering up the thought that I was associated with pedophilia.

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I have learned the minds eye can be willed to deprivation and can be driven mad with the thought controlled by an individual or a massive body of persons. A will can be driven into people and even an innocent soul can be changed to be damned for all eternity... 3/22/2019

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Update 10/26/2019

Researching the Eyres/Ayers/Ayars in hopes of stabilize understanding for future Ayar's descendants and to finalize something my parents began more than forty years ago, I learned through the following link that Mary Dyer, born Marie Barrett c. 1611 - 1 June 1660, married to William Dyer with six children surviving to adulthood and had claimed martyrdom to her faith and chose public condemnation by hanging was hung by John Webb Evered as his first duty as constable in the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

 

In 1950, it was suggested by G. Andrews Moriarty  a genealogist Mary Dyer was the daughter of Lady Arbella Stuart and Sir William Seymour

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Dyer

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Revision 9/29/2020:

Lifes taunts never end, President Donald Trump has made a nomination of a 'Barrett' to the United States Supreme Court. While I was encased in Hologram technology and spouting off, Shit, Cunt, Fuck, Whore, Bitch, Nigger strolling around the Police Station, Nursery School, and Catholic Church of Superior Wisconsin, reduced to nothingness, the 'ladies' of the 'Judicial system' continued on the mocking game using all legal forces and reducing my funds to nothing with the help of the last President Barack Obama, forcing citizen to accuse me falsely of racism sputter epithets that I would not normally excrete from my mouth, now we have more Barrett influence on our face to wipe with the 'shit-rag'

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I have recently made a public statement to the President of United States, Donald Trump

and the Catholic Archdiocese regarding this strange phenomenon.

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I have forwarded this website url to Pope Francis of Rome's archival group.