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The April 4, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it? Where, oh, where has my favorite doll gone, Oh, where, oh, where can she be? Is she buried under a cottonwood tree or in a toxic waste dump? The last time I saw my favorite baby doll was in the nursery of the Southern Baptist Mission in Blackwell, Oklahoma. That was ages and ages ago before the Blackwell1 Zinc Company closed in 1974. That was before Zinc Smelter land was give to the Blackwell Industrial Authority (BIA) and its soil repurposed, which caused toxic waste contamination of large areas of the city and the Chikaskia River. Therefore, I am presuming that my favorite baby doll is decomposing in a toxic waste dump somewhere in Oklahoma. It doesn't seem fair that my favorite doll, with the rest of my childhood toys and treasures, is buried beneath poisonous and toxic soil. All right, I realize that life isn't fair. Life isn't supposed to be fair because while my soul is traveling on the material plain they are supposed to be developing spiritual attributes. However, the least an old woman can ask is for her favorite doll to be treated with more respect. The least someone could have done was give the doll a proper burial or cremation instead of letting it rot in a toxic waste dump. Thought of the Day: "Keep talking about moving toxic wastes, but never let it cross your mind to quit producing them. Keep Judging yourselves in Manson. Don't look in the mirror. You will serve the Earth as much as she serves you or you will commit suicide." - Lynette Fromme |