Pam Gallo
Dreamer
ALTHOUGH I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY.
MANY PEOPLE HERE ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB
WANTED TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT THE LIFE AND TIMES OF
" PAM ". AKA: DREAMER , DREAMWALKER ,
WALKER OF DREAMS ,
THE DITZY BLONDE WHO WRITES POETRY AND
CREATES WEB PAGES.
SO THIS IS A FEEBLE ATTEMPT
TO SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE INNER
WORKINGS,
THE WHO,
THE WHY,
AND THE WHAT FOR
OF
PAM GALLO.
I HOPE
IT IS ENOUGH,
BECAUSE
IT IS ALL YOUR GOING TO GET.
I GUESS THE FIRST
HORRIBLE QUESTION
I WILL PUT TO REST HERE IS:
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I HATE
THAT ONE.
I USUALLY ANSWER
WITH SOME GLIB REMARK LIKE :
IM OLD AS
DIRT...
OR THAT
I DATED MOSES
WHEN HE PARTED THE RED SEA.
BUT THAT
DOESN'T' SEEM TO BE WORKING ANYMORE
FOR THE SIMPLE FACT I THINK
THAT EVERYONE ON THE PLANET
IS YOUNGER THEN ME
AND : A) DOESN'T
KNOW WHAT OLD AS DIRT MEANS...
B) THEY DON'T KNOW A MOSES
LET ALONE
WHERE THE RED SEA EVEN IS.
SO LET ME SAY THIS.
AND NEVER ASK ME AGAIN.
I AM 56 YEARS OLD.
I WAS BORN ON MARCH 18, 1951.
ALRIGHT ?
NOW IT'S OUT
THERE.
IM OLD...
I WAS
BORN AND RAISED
ON LONG ISLAND.
LONG ISLAND
IS THAT LITTLE
ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC
THAT LOOKS LIKE A FISH.
ITS ON THE EAST COAST.
BELOW CANADA
AND
ABOVE FLORIDA.
ARE YOU GETTING A VISUAL ?
IT ISN'T
PRETTY IS IT ?
REALLY,
THIS IS ONE
OF
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACES
IN THE
WORLD
IF YOU LOVE THE WATER
LIKE I DO.
BUT
I HOPE THAT AT MY AGE
I
CAN MOVE
TO WARM SUNNY FLORIDA
IN THE NEAR FUTURE
WHERE
IT IS HOT
AND SUNNY
ALL YEAR LONG.
HOT WEATHER
IS GOOD
FOR FRAIL BONES WHEN
YOUR OLD.
I HAVE 2 GREAT CHILDREN.
THEY AREN'T REALLY CHILDREN ANYMORE BUT
MOTHERS CAN SAY THAT EVEN IF THEIR KIDS ARE 70 ...
I HAVE A SON WHO IS
MARRIED NOW NAMED JASON( 33).
AND I HAVE A DAUGHTER
NAMED STACEY(24).
STACEY IS STILL STUCK HERE WITH ME
AND SHE IS MY BEST
FRIEND.
THEY WERE A HUGE INSPIRATION
TO A LOT OF THE PIECES I HAVE
WRITTEN OVER TIME.
THIS WOULDN'T BE COMPLETE
WITHOUT MENTIONING MY MOM AND MY
GRANDPARENTS.
BEFORE I WAS BORN,
MY MOTHER LEFT THE GRASP OF MY
VERY ABUSIVE, ALCOHOLIC FATHER.
SHE WENT BACK HOME TO HER PARENTS
TO HAVE ME.
A PLACE WHERE I WOULD BE SAFE.
I WAS RAISED IN A HOME,
WITH MY MOTHER,
AND MY GRANDPARENTS.
MY GRANDFATHER ( DADDY)
TOOK OVER THE ROLE OF FATHER TO ME....
AND WAS THE ONLY FATHER I
EVER REALLY KNEW.
MY GRANDMOTHER,
AFTER RAISING ALL OF HER OWN
CHILDREN, ALLOWED MY MOM AND I
TO LIVE IN THAT HOME UNTIL THE DAY
I LEFT TO BE MARRIED
AND ALWAYS
MADE ME FEEL LIKE I BELONGED.
LOOSING MY DADDY
WAS ONE OF THE HARDEST LOSSES
I EVER HAD TO DEAL
WITH IN MY LIFE.
HE PASSED IN 1980.
IF YOU HAVE BEEN TO ANY OF MY
PAGES,
THEN YOU WILL SEE THE IMPACT
HE STILL
HAS ON MY REASON FOR
LIVING.
AND
OF COURSE MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER.
WELL WHAT CAN I SAY:
HE WAS
ABUSIVE AND AN ALCOHOLIC
AND
HE BECAME BED RIDDEN WITH A MASSIVE
STROKE IN 1995.
THAT'S WHEN I WAS SUMMONED
TO CARE FOR THIS MAN
(FATHER)
WHO I HARDLY KNEW
AND REALLY DID NOT LIKE AS A HUMAN
BEING.
I WOULDN'T HAVE TRADED IT FOR THE WORLD.
I GOT TO CRAM ALL
THE YEARS OF MY LIFE
INTO THE 7 MONTHS
HE REMAINED ALIVE.
I GOT TO
SAY IT ALL...
HEAR IT ALL...
AND WALK THE WALK.
A VALUED LESSON.
A
TREASURED TESTIMONY.
HE DIED IN 1996.
MY MOM AND MY GRAM
CAME TO LIVE WITH ME
AFTER MY MARRIAGE
COLLAPSED.
IM NOT GOING THERE
BECAUSE I COULD WRITE A BOOK ON
THAT SUBJECT.
BUT NOT LONG AFTER MY FATHER,
I LOST MY GRANDMOTHER
AND MY AUNT WHO I LOVED SO MUCH
AND THEN
MY MOTHER WAS
DIAGNOSED WITH LUNG CANCER IN 2002.
I LOST MY MOM ON JUNE 29TH ,2003
THAT DAY WAS MY DAUGHTER STACEY'S BIRTHDAY.
WHAT A
BITTERSWEET DANCE.
A HUGE GAPING HOLE....
I STOPPED WRITING.
I DIED
FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS...
NO WRITING,
NO COMPUTER,
NO FRIENDS,
NO LIFE,
JUST EXIST FROM DAY TO DAY.
GOING THROUGH THE MOVES OF LIVING.
YET....
THERE WERE THOSE HERE
ON THIS CONFOUNDED CONTRAPTION
CALLED THE COMPUTER
WHO RESISTED MY ATTEMPTS TO PULL AWAY
AND
DIVE HEADLONG INTO THE ABYSS.
THEY HELD TIGHT.
THEY LOVED ME.
THEY
ENCOURAGED ME...
AND THEY FORCED ME BACK INTO THE LIGHT.
THE
PRODDED ME
AND SUPPORTED ME....
AND COAXED ME BACK FROM THE
BRINK OF NOTHINGNESS...
I AM HERE.
I AM BACK.
YOUR STUCK WITH ME.
MY NAME IS DREAMER....
THE WALKER OF DREAMS....
AND WHAT ARE
DREAMS
BUT THE REALITY THAT HAS YET TO HAPPEN ?
IM SHARING
THE MOST MEMORABLE PERIOD
IN MY LIFE HERE....
A " PEACE " (no not...piece)
OF THE 60'S... 
IT WAS MY TIME TO SHINE....
SO PULL UP A CHAIR
AND LET A SMILE FILL YOUR HEART.
ITS A LONG BUMPY RIDE.
BUT I PROMISE YOU WONT BE BORED.
PEACE OF THE SIXTIES:
http://www.geocities.com/zabella80/SIXTYSPEACE.html
CLICK THE LINK....OR JUST READ ON....
OF
BY ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES,
THIS PAGE SHOULD BE BLANK....
BUT FLASHES OF MEMORIES
BOLT THROUGH
MY BLONDE, FRIZZY LITTLE HEAD
LIKE BOLTS OF LIGHTENING
OR SOMEBODY ON A BAD LSD TRIP.
IT MAKES ME WONDER,
IF THIS IS SENILITY PLAIN AND SIMPLE
OR THOSE DAMN 60'S...
WHATEVER IT IS,
I FIGURE IT LIKE THIS,
ITS MY MORAL RESPONSIBILITY
TO PASS ON WHAT HAZY TIE DYED MEMORIES
I HAVE LEFT TO THE NEW GENERATION...
IF NOTHING ELSE,
THEY WILL SHAKE THERE HEADS IN DISGUST AND SAY:::
" THEY DID STUFF LIKE THAT BACK THEN"
....EEEEWWWWWWWW...
I KNEW OF NO BETTER WAY
THEN TO PUT ON SOME TUNES FROM MY ERA,
LIGHT INCENSE
AND LET THE MEMORIES HIT ME IN THE HEAD
LIKE A SCREEN DOOR BANGIN IN A HURRICANE...
SO AS I SAT RUBBING MY WATERY EYES
FROM ALL THE DAMN SMOKE AND STINK IN THE ROOM,
I STARTED A LIST.
WITH JANIS JOPLIN
SCREAMIN HER ASS OFF IN THE BACKGROUND
IT STARTED TO ALMOST CREATE ITSELF.
SO BY THE LIGHT OF MY TURQUOISE LAVA LAMP
I WROTE::::
"THE LIST":::::
JANIS JOPLIN,
HENDRIX,
MELANIE,
GRATEFUL DEAD,
CLAPTON,
FLEETWOOD MAC,
STEVIE NICKS,
AND SANTANA......
45'S AND ALBUMS BLASTING ON THE RECORD PLAYER....
POSTERS,
BLACK LIGHTS,
CANDLES,
INCENSE,
LAVA LAMPS,
LOVE BEADS,
WHERE CEILING AND FLOOR WERE JUST ONE SPACE.
GROOVY,
COOL ,
BITCHIN,
SEX,
LOVE,
BABY,
AND SAYING NOTHING....
WAS THE MOST AWESOME STATEMENT OF ALL...
WHITE LIPSTICK,
BLACK EYELINER,
LONG STRAIGHT HAIR (USED MY GRAMS IRON)
PEASANT DRESSES,
FLOWERS,
BEADS,
HOT PANTS,
BELLBOTTOMS,
HIP HUGGERS,
PLATFORM FUNKY ASS SHOES,
GO GO BOOTS,
AND BARE FEET,
TIE DYED EVERYTHING,
NO BRAS
AND JUST TO BE FREE BABY....WAS GROOVY.
SEX WAS FUN.....
BACK IN THE DAY
WHEN ALL YA HAD TO WORRY ABOUT
WAS GETTING CAUGHT,
INSTEAD OF DROPPING DEAD...
WOODSTOCK WAS A HAPPENING,
NOT A PLACE.
AND GETTING HIGH
WAS A WAY TO TRAVEL
TO PLACES WHERE YOU JUST HAVEN'T BEEN....
MINUS THE CAR, PLANE, BUS OR TRAIN....
IM SURE
THAT MANY MORE FLASHES
WILL BLAST INTO MY IMMENSELY BURNT OUT BRAIN.
AND SOME OF THEM WONT....
BUT THAT'S THE 60'S........
CHECK BACK AGAIN,
BEING THAT IM AS OLD AS DIRT....
I HAVE LOTS OF LIFE'S ADVENTURES TO SHARE WITH YA...
IF I CAN REMEMBER EM ALL....
ILL HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE STONE TABLETS
WHERE I HAVE EVERYTHING CHISELED IN,
AND SEE IF I CAN PULL OUT A FEW MORE GOOD ONES...
UNTIL THEN::::::
"PEACE BABY"
PEACE.....LIGHT.....
AND FOREVER
THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE
ON EARTH AND IN THE HEAVENS.....
LOVE:
PAM.....
DREAMER
A SERIES OF COPYRIGHTED WORK BY:
PAM GALLO
AKA: DREAMER
COMING SOON:
MORE NEW AND EXCITING PAGES
ON PAM'S NEWEST SITE.
PLEASE VISIT PAM'S SITES
BY CLICKING THE LINKS BELOW:
WELCOME TO:
" THE SOUNDS OF MY HEART "
http://www.geocities.com/zabella80/index.htm
" REFLECTIONS OF MY SOUL "
https://www.angelfire.com/poetry/zabella82/REFLECTIONS.html
https://www.angelfire.com/ego/dreamwalker/WELCOME.html
" HEALING THE HEARTS OF AMERICA "
BY : DREAMER AND ZABELLA
https://www.angelfire.com/poetry/zabella82/INDEX.html
' THE JOURNEYS END "
https://www.angelfire.com/ego2/dreamwalker/JOURNEYSEND.html
A SERIES OF COPYRIGHTED WORK BY:
PAM GALLO
AKA: DREAMER
COMING SOON:
MORE NEW AND EXCITING PAGES
ON PAM'S NEWEST SITE.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ON HER MAILING LIST
OF UPDATES PLEASE CONTACT HER AT:
DREAMWALKER777@HOTMAIL.COM
MY SON, JASON'S WEDDING DAY
JAY, ME, STACEY (MY DAUGHTER ) & JESSICA
( THE BRIDE)
