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Lonnie Darrel Harris was born on 1 Aug 1953 at 6:30 AM. I was born three minutes later at @3:33AM on August 1, 1953.

 

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Ahnentafel, Generation 1

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 Lonnie Darrel Harris was born on 1 Aug 1953 in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 2

2: Virgil Thomas Harris was born on 25 June 1931 in Burkesville, Cumberland County, Kentucky, United States of America, and died on 26 October 1995 in Beech Grove, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America.

3: Mary Margaret Alderson was born on 2 August 1933 in Indianapolis, Indiana, and died on 27 February 2001 in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 3

4: James Alvis Harris was born on 6 July 1890 in Burkesville, Kentucky, USA, and died on 7 January 1969 in Guthrie Chapel Cemetary, Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

5: Eva Arbell Harris was born on 13 January 1891 in Barren County, Kentucky, United States of America, and died on 12 March 1973 in Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

6: Harold Richard Alderson was born on 15 January 1914 in Indianapolis and died on 04/12/1992 in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana, USA.

7: Fay Leonda Horn was born on 28 November 1917 in Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA, Discovering one's ancestry is a fascinating journey of self-discovery. The Ahnentafel is a family tree that can help trace one's lineage. Let's take a closer look at the first three generations of Lonnie Darrel Harris's family tree.

Lonnie Darrel Harris was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, in 1953. He was the first generation, and his parents were Virgil Thomas Harris and Mary Margaret Alderson.

Virgil Thomas Harris was born in Burkesville, Cumberland County, Kentucky, in 1931. He passed away in Beech Grove, Marion County, Indiana, in 1995. Mary Margaret Alderson was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, in 1933 and passed away in 2001.

The second generation includes Virgil Thomas Harris and Mary Margaret Alderson's parents.

James Alvis Harris was born in Burkesville, Kentucky, in 1890 and passed away in Guthrie Chapel Cemetery, Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, in 1969. Eva Arbell Harris was born in Barren County, Kentucky, in 1891 and passed away in Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, in 1973.

The third generation includes James Alvis Harris and Eva Arbell Harris's children.

Harold Richard Alderson was born in Indianapolis in 1914 and passed away in 1992. Fay Leonda Horn was born in Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, in 1917 and passed away in 2013.

These three generations provide a glimpse into the past, and the Ahnentafel can help trace back even further. Discovering one's ancestry can be an exciting journey that reveals interesting stories and connections. Start tracing your family tree with the Ahnentafel today!Ahnentafel, Generation 1:

1: Lonnie Darrel Harris was born on August 1, 1953, in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 2:

2: Virgil Thomas Harris was born on June 25, 1931, in Burkesville, Cumberland County, Kentucky, United States of America. He passed away on October 26, 1995, in Beech Grove, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America.

3: Mary Margaret Alderson was born on August 2, 1933, in Indianapolis, Indiana. She passed away on February 27, 2001, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 3:

4: James Alvis Harris was born on July 6, 1890, in Burkesville, Kentucky, USA. He passed away on January 7, 1969, in Guthrie Chapel Cemetery, Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

5: Eva Arbell Harris was born on January 13, 1891, in Barren County, Kentucky, United States of America. She passed away on March 12, 1973, in Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

6: Harold Richard Alderson was born on January 15, 1914, in Indianapolis and passed away on April 12, 1992, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana, USA.

7: Fay Leonda Horn was born on November 28, 1917, in Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA. She passed away on May 30, 2013, in Indianapolis, Marion Co., IN.Ahnentafel, Generation 1:

1: Lonnie Darrel Harris was born on August 1, 1953, in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 2:

2: Virgil Thomas Harris was born on June 25, 1931, in Burkesville, Cumberland County, Kentucky, United States of America. He passed away on October 26, 1995, in Beech Grove, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America.

3: Mary Margaret Alderson was born on August 2, 1933, in Indianapolis, Indiana. She passed away on February 27, 2001, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 3:

4: James Alvis Harris was born on July 6, 1890, in Burkesville, Kentucky, USA. He passed away on January 7, 1969, in Guthrie Chapel Cemetery, Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

5: Eva Arbell Harris was born on January 13, 1891, in Barren County, Kentucky, United States of America. She passed away on March 12, 1973, in Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

6: Harold Richard Alderson was born on January 15, 1914, in Indianapolis and passed away on April 12, 1992, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana, USA.

7: Fay Leonda Horn was born on November 28, 1917, in Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA. She passed away on May 30, 2013, in Indianapolis, Marion Co., IN.Ahnentafel, Generation 1:

1: Lonnie Darrel Harris was born on August 1, 1953, in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 2:

2: Virgil Thomas Harris was born on June 25, 1931, in Burkesville, Cumberland County, Kentucky, United States of America. He passed away on October 26, 1995, in Beech Grove, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America.

3: Mary Margaret Alderson was born on August 2, 1933, in Indianapolis, Indiana. She passed away on February 27, 2001, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana.

Ahnentafel, Generation 3:

4: James Alvis Harris was born on July 6, 1890, in Burkesville, Kentucky, USA. He passed away on January 7, 1969, in Guthrie Chapel Cemetery, Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

5: Eva Arbell Harris was born on January 13, 1891, in Barren County, Kentucky, United States of America. She passed away on March 12, 1973, in Burkesville, Cumberland, Kentucky, USA.

6: Harold Richard Alderson was born on January 15, 1914, in Indianapolis and passed away on April 12, 1992, in Indianapolis, Marion, Indiana, USA.

7: Fay Leonda Horn was born on November 28, 1917, in Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA. She passed away on May 30, 2013, in Indianapolis, Marion Co., IN. and died on 30 May 2013 in Indianapolis, Marion Co., IN.

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Pedophilia; Location of the Game. Indy

 Posted on May 18, 2019, by  Donnie

When I was 11, My Dad remarried a German Jew named Larry Blankenship ( Leuria Jewel).   She would become a torturer and humiliate us 4 boys, who were given to my dad by the wisdom of the local divorce court judge.Our social worker was Mrs Heart, an overwhelmed small woman way over her head. She resorted to lies to get our hopes up. Those dreams failed. So dad would not have to pay support. He was given charge of us four boys. Mom got the baby Gary and the three girls, my sisters. One then went to the grandparents along with my half-oldest brother. Ten total by the time she was 23. One died at nine months old from ammonia when my window had been knocked out by my dad in a drunken haze. or so we were told. A descendant system designed to punish, not help, the children under the court's care. He would not have to pay support for his other children. Within weeks, we would have to eat hard dog food to survive her hatred for us. Details of all the abuse are documented in my Book # Behind the Men's Room door. Today's book on my first eighteen years has not been written for the care and love of my two children. I have to give you a couple of stories. Or I will collapse into massive shame. We would be Held Down then she would pour turpentine directly into our assholes. Two of the 4 got this treatment for wetting the bed. Which, of course, we did because we were terrified. She would wait until the neighborhood kids would come out. When she would make us wash our pissy sheet in a wash tube in the back yard. Talking loudly so all could hear that we were bed wetter. We were 7 or eight. Later that year, we would end up for our 5TH and last time as Inmates at the Local Marion County Children's Home on University Ave. on the Old Butler Campus. Now a Charter High School. Dad and Larry were not allowed to remarry because of a law of some kind about divorce. They would marry when we were 11. Suddenly, we both stopped wetting the bed. I would have a profound religious experience At That time. On a special holiday, Palm Sunday, something possessed me to walk out of our house One block from a three-way corner street. https://maps.app.goo.gl/yq4uxqahw11mub737    Where Collage Virginia Avenue and our street cross south street met. The city market was there on the corner at the time. I walked down the middle of the road as The wind became powerful. When up in front of me, Clouds were Stirring and bursting in power. Suddenly, a Twist formed before my eyes, Moving directly at me. I looked at it and decided I could handle Larry, My stepmom, but Not this weather. I then, without thought, commanded it to go away. It dissolved before my very eyes. Later that day, I heard there were 20 tornadoes that Palm Sunday. April 11TH, 1965, I was eleven. After Larry's Dog Chippie Bite, the youngest of us four was in the Lip For eating his food while on all fours at his dog bowl, he was returned to the Safety of Mom.                                             I had several religious events Happen to me before I was 12. This is the big one.   What became known as the turning point of my life, a major crossroads, was my next religious experience. It was the Turning Point That would kick in two years. Here goes. My stepmom and Dad got Married on March 5, 1963. I was 9. Dad had to remarry as part of a court agreement. We moved into her house at 1401 !/2 Saint Charles Street. This is one block from a busy street in South Meriden. There was a fatal car wreck at that corner, causing the city to put a light on the corner. Upon moving into this Place, local kids would later tell us an old man had committed suicide upstairs in our bedroom. We were told not to cross any street. My twin and I had no toys, not even a Ball. we did have a few marbles. We went to the front and kicked a can down our sidewalk. I could not cross a street, so we kicked it up the street south when we discovered a Massive church with a little parking lot to kick the can in. It was A Saturday or Sunday morning. Easter weekend. The Church was Sacred Heart Catholic Church. We both looked up where two angles of God seemed to float downward. I thought they came down the stairs. There are none. I instantly realized that I was seeing messengers from God. To finally hear my prayer, Our prayer. I would never have survived had it not been for my twin. The one that lived in an incubator for four months at birth. I felt personally responsible for what was about to happen to us.Even though years later, I realized it was a medical condition called T to T To T to S. These two gods, Messager, were the Local priests. I had never seen such an outfit. These two men Ask us to stop kicking the can and making such a racket early Sunday or Saturday morning. We were having a few minutes of fun. They invited us Into the Church. We went like sheep with them. God was calling me again into his house this time. They had said we could come into the Church and go bowling instead of waking the whole neighborhood kicking a can. Bowling. I had never bowled. I would have followed him into hell if he wanted. He did want. We were told to remove our holy tennis shoes; it was normal for poverty-stricken children at the time to have cardboard as an inner layer of protection. To this day, I can not walk very far without shoes on. When we reached the Bowling alley. When the priest discovered My wholed socks, He told me the two priests had somehow separated us, and I had to remove my socks. Then he asked if I had ever been examined by a doctor. I said no. He explained that he was a doctor as well as a priest. Both meant nothing to me. I had once taken candy from the medicine cabinet, requiring my stomach to be pumped at the General Hospital where I was born. I now know we were born at the Colman Hospital for pregnant women. Mom had complications not going. She had identical twins. He undressed me and Gave me new socks, underwear, and a tee shirt after he stuck something in my anus. I was pretty surprised. He was a Doctor, after all. He did not undress but pulled up his outfit. Over the next two years, I waited for God to come to me. He did it later in a powerful way. It is in the book. If you can find it. We only bowled one ball, as I recall.About two years later, after the last trip to the Children's Home on University Drive, Dad dropped us off Downtown at the only movie theater open on Sunday. The OHIO Theater. After arriving, Lon went to the bathroom and returned with the Largest box of popcorn and the largest drink I had ever seen. We had no money. I turned in surprise, and he said Go into the men's room, and some guy will give you five dollars to look at your dick. I went, and he did. I then knew what God wanted me to do. This happened after being set up and attacked by my paper station manager when I delivered the star on Prospect Street at 11 threw 14. This is where I also had sex while Dick Luger watched three times. He never touched me. He did jack off while watching me do the work. Now, I had to find a way out of this paper station. Rape every Saturday Morning with a growing audience. There Was someone else watching with School board member Dick Luger. Later, the Mayor of the U.S. Senator. Now dead. I became unstable when he stated he planned to run for the presidency of the United States. I went to the Southside police station, told them the story, and almost got arrested. He dropped out. By the time I stopped being controlled by the local Catholic priest Father Morly and his freak brother Bud Morley, a Courte big shot with the power to change any charge to nothing. , I was 18 when a client of mine was Murdered, possibly because of me. He lived on North Lassalle Street. on November 29, 1971. I rushed to finish high school and joined the U.S. Army to hide. I was free. Or so I thought so. Somehow, the close-knit group of Catholic Priests would pass us around like they owned us. I personally had sex with about 25 different priests over 5 years.

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The local Church has Failed to acknowledge this. It is called Denial. All is true. I was targeted and almost murdered at fifteen. I fled to CA to save my family's lives. Within days of arriving in Hollywood, I turned down sex twice with Rock Hudson on Hollywood Boulevard. That dam angle showed up once again and warned me not to do what I was being forced into By saying what if you were to become the president of the United States? Would you still do this? I was being bullied into making more underage teen gay porn. I walked away. Rock Hudson looked like a lost little boy. I felt power for the first time.

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