#whereisthelove

[testormblog]

Where is the Love?

Mother never spoke of her childhood, not one word of any happy memory. Her character and her inability to love stemmed from her upbringing. Born in 1916, she grew up in the depression years and survived with her family on a dirt patch farm at Chambers Flat. She lost her elder sister at eleven and her father at twenty. She suffered her father’s death in 1936 more than her other two sisters did. Both were still young children. Consequently, many of the farm’s physical tasks and much of the child rearing fell on her shoulders. She was a forgotten, young woman. This was probably when she began to seek attention as a placebo for the love her mother didn’t have to give her.

Perhaps, Grandma, a stoic woman, had closed down emotionally to keep herself together. With two remaining children to support, she didn’t have any remarriage appeal. Widowed in her mid forties, she was sentenced to poverty for the rest of her long life. The widow’s pension only kept hunger outside her front door. She sold the farm and bought a house on a large block in Beenleigh where she and her daughters lived off their ducks and chickens as well as the produce they grew. She also earnt a little money from her deft hand at needlework.

Grandma endeavoured to break my mother’s and her sisters’ spirits. She believed no good came from dreams, ambition and imagination. She wielded a strap and threatened to evict her daughters from home on to the road to destitution. My mother reared me the same way. She didn’t realise this taught me to be devious and silent and would lead me to resent her for the whole of my life.

I thought Mother, Grandma, my numerous great aunts and aunts behaved peculiarly. I suppose I was lucky to be born an uninteresting boy. I thus was never drawn into their gossip and competitions vying for attention. These seemed to entertain them but didn’t me. They were either jealous of everybody living nearby or constantly ill. The clothes, other women wore, were scrutinised in detail. Usually, they agreed these were poorly made if not sewn by one of them. Mother even sowed rumours about some ladies’ impropriety with half truths. If she suspected a pregnancy out of wedlock; she was shocked and thrilled at the same time. When scandals in the community were light, she feigned illness to feed her appetite for attention. She’d catch a case of histrionics if she found a simple red rash from a weed on herself. She thought a boil was a cancerous tumour. If somebody else was suffering genuine symptoms of sickness; she caught these also whether they were contagious or not. She was sure death stalked her. Despite this, she’d live a healthy life until her mid eighties just like Grandma.

I wasn’t close to Grandma. Whilst I visited her when we went to Beenleigh, the nearest town; I never stayed with her by myself. Her highset, weatherboard house was dark and dreary inside despite being built relatively recently in the thirties. At least, Grandma was a good housekeeper. I never understood why Mother didn’t follow her example.

I found these early childhood visits boring. Grandma had no toys for me to play with nor the house anything else to interest me. To a young boy, everything was ladies’ paraphernalia, all sorts of things for sewing. So, I stayed out of harm’s way, for my bottom that is, in the backyard. One day, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Heaven had rained mangoes everywhere on the ground. I gorged myself on the overripe fruit and had mango juice running down my chin and on to my shirt. Then something wriggled on my tongue. I spat my mouthful out on to the ground and looked at the mango. It was crawling with larvae. The whole crop of mangoes was fly blown. That day, my poor bottom earnt a beating for the mango stains on my clothes and probably paid a hefty price for my overconsumption and the larvae eaten. Even so, having the ‘runs’ was usual with how we lived.

My two aunts lived in the house too. One was old enough to marry and hence preoccupied with making this happen. The other was in her final year of primary school and intended to be a seamstress at the local clothing factory. She was sweet and kind to me. We suffered alike. Later on, she’d buy me a small toy for Christmas from her meagre wages. Something my mother didn’t think to do.

[brookeem101]

GUITAR INSTRUMENTAL COVERS

[nancybeardsley]

Do you see the heart? Maybe we need to look a little deeper for love. It is definitely out there. #heart #heartseverywhere #love #whereisthelove #foiliage #tree #autumn #autumnvibes🍁 #newbraunfelstexas #newbraunfelstx #newbraunfels #newbraunfelsphotographer #newbraunfelsartist #texashillcountry #texashillcountryphotographer #texashillcountryartist #texasartist #texasphotographer #nancybeardsley #nancybeardsleyart https://www.instagram.com/p/CpaRKP1Oh6q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyrusdavirus]

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[trascapades]

💐♎️#ArtIsAWeapon Remembering #SoulMusic icon #DonnyHathaway, who was born in this day - October 1st - in 1945. Portrait by artist @nettiebeatrice #NettriceGaskins #LibraSeason #LibraArtists #FavoriteArtists #SingerSongwriter #musician #BlackMusic #ExtensionOfAMan #LoveLoveLove #ILoveYouMoreThanYoullEverKnow #TheGhetto #EverythingIsEverything #WhereIsTheLove #70sSoul https://www.instagram.com/p/CjMbA04sVzo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thefairysblog]

Crazy years. Flared trousers, denim jackets that not even Madonna and JLO, "where is the love" just out, always music. Ps: Yes, I kept the mood. 🎶🎶🎶 Anni pazzeschi. Pantaloni a zampa di elefante, giacche in jeans che neanche Madonna e JLO, "where is the love" appena uscita, musica always. Ps: Si, ho mantenuto il mood. 😂💥 #moody #mood #years #tbt #throwback #music #jeans #2000s #90sstyle #90s #blondie #memories #memory #blond #whereisthelove #always #music #throwbackthursday https://www.instagram.com/p/CerA7nLFfe2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[earlsings]

Reposted from @malyndahale I mean seriously. What on earth were y’all doing? Just standing out there twiddling your thumbs while babies were being shot point black in the face?! For the love of God what kind of monsters would do that? And then to hear that some of them went in there and got their own kids! How heartless can you be to not go into a school where you know babies are being shot at when it’s YOUR👏🏿JOB👏🏿. Every single one of them should be fired and sued. This country is trash. Those poor babies. Those poor families. #burnitalldown #defundthepolice #rip #uvalde #whereisthelove https://www.instagram.com/p/CeDCAigs6aC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[flashlivede]

The Voice Kids: Lilian mit "Where Is The Love?": Ein wunderschönes Prickeln liegt in der Luft

The Voice Kids: Lilian mit "Where Is The Love?": Ein wunderschönes Prickeln liegt in der Luft | #VoiceKids #TVOG #Lilian #WhereIsTheLove

Lilian hat eine ganz besondere Fähigkeit: Sie kann die Herzen der Menschen mit ihrer Stimme berühren. Bei “The Voice Kids” 2024 singt sie den emotionalen Song “Where Is The Love” von The Black Eyed Peas. Wer erkennt Lilians Potenzial?

[nbgblatt]

The Voice Kids: Lilian mit "Where Is The Love?": Ein wunderschönes Prickeln liegt in der Luft

The Voice Kids: Lilian mit "Where Is The Love?": Ein wunderschönes Prickeln liegt in der Luft | #VoiceKids #TVOG #Lilian #WhereIsTheLove

Lilian hat eine ganz besondere Fähigkeit: Sie kann die Herzen der Menschen mit ihrer Stimme berühren. Bei “The Voice Kids” 2024 singt sie den emotionalen Song “Where Is The Love” von The Black Eyed Peas. Wer erkennt Lilians Potenzial?

[jamieroxxartist]

#TheBlackEyedPeas - #WhereIsTheLove? (Official Music Video)  #WorldDayofSocialJustice!

[cadesaucedotheprinceofdarkness]

I’m going to die soon sos 🆘

All I truly want is to marry a beautiful wife(not lgbtq) that’s a good lover to me that wont cheat and mother to my future children so I can reproduce naturally and repopulate my almost extinct race and have a good career a safe home and adventures without hate without fear without discrimination or racism without experiments or harm or torture or dictatorship I wish to live well and free and be able to provide a safe place for me and my family and so we can always eat well and live well live a wonderful life

have no friends almost no family and I only had one relationship/girlfriend I haven’t dated since 2016 and when I was a kid my family was divorced I was abus3d and starv3d and rap3d and I broken just about everything in my body twice or more times and almost lost my arm and been stabbed a few times(once by myself it was a pitchfork though my foot on accident) I seen the Bermuda Triangle at night on the deck of a boat during a hurricane I seen tornadoes touch down lighting strike next to me and earthquakes and fires the air completely red I was bullied all my life I lived in cities and towns and on a farm and for a long time in a small town with the population of 3,000

I graduated high school in one year after skipping every year for 3 years I got all As and bs then went to collage

No diseases

No disabilities

No drugs

No alcohol

No tobacco

No crimes

I’m from royal families kings/queens of England Scotland Wales Castile France Ireland and Native American tribes

Im 5’10 (6ft while wearing shoes)

140-160lbs

8in long 6in girth

#sos #whereisthelove #tyranicalgoverment #torture #metoo #slavery #icantbreathe #cia #odni #fbi

[littlethingsmakebigchanges]

first: LISTEN TO THE LAST SENTENCE. it is just fantastic.

second: if a Christian does something not in the utmost desire to Love and serve- They aren't.

there is a bit more; but obviously if You look around the u.s.- there just isn't a huge amount of followers of Jesus. not that i can see.

[djrobblog]

Where Is The Love? “Love” songs don’t top the charts anymore; Here’s a decade-by-decade comparison, plus some likely reasons for the downturn

Where Is The Love? “Love” songs don’t top the charts anymore; Here’s a decade-by-decade comparison and analysis. #NoLoveSongs #WhatsLoveGotToDoWithIt #musictrivia #NumberOnes #Billboard #WhereIsTheLove #LoveStory

(August 5, 2022).  Love is hard to come by these days, especially at the top of the music charts where there’s been a lack of “love” songs hitting No. 1 for basically the entire 21st century.   In the not-so-distant past (at least for us quinquagenarians, before the year 2000), artists often sang about love, whether it was in the form of romantic love or friendly/familial love, the love of…

[timeessence]

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been giving my all to the wrong person. #whereisthelove

[solplparty]

[Official Audio] SONA (소나) - W.I.T.L https://youtu.be/G-CguMmtW2g Artist : SONA (소나) Album Title : W.I.T.L Release Date : 2022.06.30 Genre : R&B, 인디 #whereisthelove #Nooneishonest #playlist #rnb #인디음악 ■ Mirrorball Music http://mirrorballmusic.co.kr/ https://www.facebook.com/mirrorballmusic https://twitter.com/mirrorballmusic https://www.instagram.com/mirrorballmusic_official/ 미러볼 뮤직 - Mirrorball Music

[shailoh0108]

Y all be like i love you.

Then fail to communicate, respect, understand and be there

Don’t mask your obsession as love