Two Gaping Holes

May 17, 20018, 2:30pm. About Me. I’m typing excerpts from the book I just finished reading, Lilac Girls by Martha Hall Kelly. Earlier Mormon computer gremlins illegally prevented me from accessing pictures in my Google Photos gallery; I don’t know it that’s still the case. I’m not going to attempt to access Google Photos. I will just type, and proofread what I type, then post.

When I typed the excerpt about Kasia’s father’s radio I thought about Donna Summers’ song, On the Radio (I have a one track mind).

Chapter 2



Matka sat up in bed. “Ade?” She threw back the blanket and ran to him, their silhouettes dark against the light from the kitchen. “Where’s Zuzanna?”

“I haven’t seen her,” Papa said. “When I couldn’t find Kasia, I went to the postal center and took my files outside to burn. Information the Germans will want. Names and addresses. Military lists. They’ve occupied the postal center in Warsaw and cut the telegraph line, so we’re next.”

“What happened to the staff?” Matka said.

Papa glanced in my direction and did not answer.

“Our best guess is German troops will be here in a week. Chances are they’ll come here first.”

“Here?” Matka gathered her housecoat around her neck.

“Looking for me. I may be useful to them.” Papa smiled, but his eyes stayed dark. “They’ll want to use the postal center for their communications.”

No one knew the postal center like Papa.  He’d run it for as long as I could remember. Did he know secrets?  Papa was a patriot. He’d rather die than tell them anything.

“How do they even know where we live?”

Papa looked at Matka as if she were a child.  “They’ve been planning this for years, Halina. If they take me, hopefully they’ll need me enough to keep me alive.  Give it two days.  If you don’t hear from me, take the girls and go south.”

“The British will help us,” Matka said.  “The French—”

“No one is coming, my love.  The mayor is evacuating, taking the police and fire brigade. For now we need to hide what we can.”

Papa pulled Matka’s jewelry box from the dresser and tossed it on the bed. “First, wash and dry any tin cans.  We need to bury anything of value—”

“But we haven’t done anything wrong, Ade.  Germans are cultured people.  Hitler had them under some kind of spell.”

Matka’s mother had been pure German, her father half-Polish.  Even woken from sleep, she was beautiful.  Soft but not fragile, a natural blonde.

Papa grabbed her by the arm.  “Your cultured people want us gone so they can move in. Don’t you see?”

Papa went about the apartment gathering our most valuable possessions in a metal box with a hinged lid.  Matka’s nursing certificate, their marriage license, a small ruby ring from Matka’s family, and an envelope of family pictures.

“Get the bag of millet.  We’re burying that too.”

(Lilac Girls, Martha Hall Kelly, pages 28-29, emphasis added)
May 17, 2018.  About Me. I did not think to underline the word curry in one of the paragraphs (I have no complaint against author Martha Hall Kelly), or write the page number in the back of the book, and now I cannot remember the dialogue and I cannot find that particular page, that paragraph—I am incompetent.

Chapter 2



ZUZANNA FINALLY CAME HOME with terrible tales of the doctors and nurses working all night to save the wounded.  Word was many were still alive trapped under rubble. We lived in fear of hearing the sound of Germans at our front door, our ears to the radio in the kitchen, hoping for the best news but hearing the worst.  Poland defended herself, sustaining great losses, but in the end could not match Germany’s modern armored divisions and air power.

I woke Sunday, September, 17, to Matka telling Papa what she’d heard on the radio.  The Russians had also attacked Poland, from the east.  Was there no end to the countries attacking us?

(Lilac Girls, Martha Hall Kelly, pages 30-31)

Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant

I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If, by chance, you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I’ve been feeling over you
But they said it really loud, they said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, on the radio
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, on the radio
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, on the radio
Now, now, don’t it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song?
Things are not the same since we broke up last June
The only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still
And that you think you’ll be comin’ home real soon(On the Radio, Donna Summers,
Chapter 2Kasia1939…Matka froze in place and Papa opened the door.

“Adalbert Kuzmerick?” said an SS man, who strode in all puffed up and pleased with himself.

He was two hands taller than Papa, so tall his hat almost hit the top of the door when he entered.  He and his underling were dressed in full Sonderdienst uniform, with the black boots and the hat with the horrible skull emblem with two gaping holes for eyes. As he passed, I smelled clove gum on him. He looked well fed too, his chin held so high I could see the blood through a little piece of white paper stuck on his Adam’s apple where he’d cut himself shaving.  They even bled Nazi red.

(Lilac Girls, Martha Hall Kelly, page 32, emphasis added)

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The emblem of Skull and Bones
Formation 1832
Type Secret society
Headquarters Yale University
Region served
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Official language
Parent organization
Russell Trust Association [emphasis added]

About The People: How in the world could the people elect a president, two presidents, who are members of a secret society that is so very obviously satanic?!  Many of the people believe Skull & Bones Secret Society is just a bunch of grown men who perform childish pranks.  Many of the people believe wicked is harmless, even amusing; many people believe there is no harm in sorcery and witchcraft and other medium.  Some people might find it acceptable for a government to attack its own citizens, if expedient to do so; I am not one of those people who find such action acceptable! Most Americans do not want to accept the fact that (1) George W Bush and most members of his administration knew beforehand that two planes would “slam” into the Twin Towers—most members including one of the masterminds, CIA Mormon Danite AngryBird Dick Cheney; (2) Rudolph Guiliani, the cleanup man, became an instant multi-millionaire the minute the first bomb-laden plane slammed into one of the two towers; (3) Prescott Bush Harriman Brothers helped Nazis in their rise to power, as did IBM.  Truth is not based on how many people believe, or do not believe—truth is actual facts.  cc all Mormon barristers

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Two Gaping Holes


Chapter 1



I scoured my Wheeldex in search of celebrity candidates. Mother and I knew Julia Marlowe, the famous actress, but she was touring Europe. “How about Peter Patout? Mother’s people have used him.”

“The architect?”

“Of the whole World’s Fair. They have that seven-foot robot.”

“Boring,” he said, slapping his silver letter opener against his palm.

I flipped to the L‘s. “How about Captain Lehude?”

“Of the Normandie? Are you serious? He’s paid to be dull.”

“You can’t just discount every suggestion out of hand, Roger. How about Paul Rodierre? Betty says everyone’s talking abort him.”

Roger pursed has lips, always a good sign. “The actor? I saw his show. He’s good. Tall and attractive, if you go for that look. Fast metabolism, of course.”

“At least we know he can memorize a script.”

“He’s a bit of a loose cannon. And married, too, so don’t get any ideas.”

M. Rodierre studied the champagne list, lingering over the details. “An actress, eh? I’d never have guessed.” There was something appealing about his unkempt look, like a potager in need of weeding.

“The consulate suits me better. Mother’s known Roger for years, and when he suggested I help him, I couldn’t resist.”

M. Bernard placed a basket of bread on our table, lingering a moment to gaze at M. Rodierre, as if memorizing him.

“Hope I’m not running off a boyfriend tonight,” Paul said. He reached for the breadbasket as I did, and my hand brushed his, warm and soft. I darted my hand back to my lap.

“I’m too busy for all that. You know New York—parties and all. Exhausting, really.”

“Never see you in Sardi’s.” He pulled apart the loaf, steam rising to the light.

“Oh. I work a lot.”

“I have a feeling you don’t work for the money.”

“It’s an unsalaried position, if that’s what you mean, but that’s not a question asked in polite society, Monsieur.”

“Can we dispense with the ‘Monsieur’? Makes me feel ancient.”

“First names? We’ve only just met.”

“It’s 1939.”

“Manhattan society is like a solar system with its own order. A single woman dining with a married man is enough to throw planets out of alignment.”

(Lilac Girls, Martha Hall Kelly, page 16)


She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

I met her there in the corner stand
And wonders where she is
And it’s strange to her
Some people seem to have everything
9 am on the hour hand
And she’s waiting for the bell
And she’s looking real pretty
She’s waiting for her clientele
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her rightShe works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Twenty-eight years have come and gone
And she’s seen a lot of tears
Of the ones who come in
They really seem to need her there
It’s a sacrifice working day to day
For little money just tips for pay
But it’s worth it all
To hear them say that they care

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Already knows, she’s seen her bad times
Already knows, these are the good times
She’ll never sell out, she never will
Not for a dollar bill
She works haaaaard

[Instrumental Interlude]

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Tallest Men in Hollywood
(She Works Hard for the Money, Donna Summers,


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No matter how many people think otherwise, Caroline Kennedy will be elected President in the year 2020; Jim Turner of Texas will be elected Vice President; Robert Kennedy Jr. will be nominated and confirmed U.S. Attorney General; Robert Mueller will be nominated and confirmed Director of the FBI.
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Partial List of Scapegoats, if the Mormon Church of Satan/CIA succeed in their nuclear bomb attack on the Hudson River:

Former President Barack “Hussein” Obama
Former Advisor to the President, Valerie “June” Jarrett
Former Homeland Security Director “Jeh” Johnson
Newark Mayor Ras Baraka
Minnesota Congressman FBI agent Keith “Ellison”
New York Congressman FBI agent Hakim Jeffries
Former leader of the CIA’s Black Panthers: FBI agent “Malik Zulu Shabazz”
Former Public Relations Spokesman for Mormon Church, FBI agent “Ahmad” Corbitt (now assigned to the Dominican Republic)

[greasy looking Latino American man and African American man made up to look like former President Barack Hussein Obama wearing Joseph Smith’s white shirt]
[Former presidential candidate Joseph Smith (1844), author of “U.S. Constitution hanging by a thread” prophecy:] Portrait of Joseph Smith Jr.

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As the Storm Approaches,
Maintain Your Focus on Jesus!
(Matthew 14:22-34; Hebrews 12:2)
(Concluding talk, Jehovah’s Witnesses Convention 2015, worldwide)