joseph noone joseph is self-absorbed. joseph is angry. joseph is a bigot. joseph is redundant. joseph is conceited. joseph is foolish. joseph is short-sighted. joseph is cruel. joseph is callous. 000229 ... girl "...and the technicolor dream coat" a horrible play 000328 ... dean-bean I knew a Joe once. He was kind of maladjusted. I think he fixes cars for a living now. 000328 ... .sunshine. he was a skinny kid in 4th grade. boy, he was good with origami. 010505 ... nanny i knew two joey's when i was growing up. one was a nerd little kid who lived on the corner of my bestfriends road and owned a miniature lassie dog. the other was a chubby kid who mooned me at summer camp. 011110 ... asdf joseph is a guy, dreaming about a girl. he sees his crush almost everyday in school. waiting for a day to approach her. joseph and kara will both be in christ for ever 040402 ... oE oh man my brother... a saint... i'm pretty sure he's in heaven with andrew and uncle brooks 040403 ... oldephebe There's an unwritten epitaph that finally kissed the crown of my well... soul water.. gently at first like poplar branches tussled by wind... carressing the rim of water.. the well that holds all those tears for Joe... It's one of the few songs that are finished and will be a highlight of the Autmnfyre CD Project. I'm trying to contact members of his graduating class at Upper Perkiomen High School for artifacts and exploits of that will appear on the single cover..and perhaps a private issue dvd containing interviews and personal recollections... Joe was.. special.. very very special and i still miss him after all this time.. yeah griefs murmer has lain long in my ears... ... 040407 ... Staind_And_Souless Good Luck If I could, I'd be there. 041203 ... ... ....... ...... I'm still missin' you Joe. Joseph Harris Walton loved and missed by two mothers and hundreds of friends and family he was pure, he was kind, he was patient with an overly curious brat he gave up his bed for me when i couldn't climb to the top bunk because of an injury there are so many GOOD things that i can say about him my god, it still hurts to think about after all this time i never saw him show anger, or talk back or be irritated by my constant interuptions and incursions into his world....i worshipped Joe.... i don't think he understood that, and i didn't know how to say it but God what hole his death tore out of me...mamma harris knows, she saw the sadness in my eyes 9, 11, 15 19, years after his death...how i had to hide my face whenever she would bring him up in conversation, Joe..JOE was the GOOD son and the only one it seemed who could really make her happy or send her into a rage...she loved him so fiercly but didn't know how to say it with her heart she changed after Joe died, I saw even then what it took out of her, how it hardened her, how it made her more protective over all of us the other kids didn't understand but i did i never saw her slope or bend her shoulders over anything or anyone or any kind of hardship the way she did at the funeral her sorrow was implacable and heavy and it made her seem heavier, i mean joe was like your perfect big buddy he wanted to become an architect he'd build these split level homes out of the detritus of those bleak dandelion ridden back fields stones and twigs and dirt and other assorted i don't even have a word for it but joe used it whatever he could find and built these models with his hands out of just stuff caught under the old john deer (tractor) that was the end of bliss and the beggining of blight for me i never shook joe's death off i used to pray to him like i was catholic and he was a saint i used to be ashamed as a teenager at some of the bad choices i made and wondered if joe could see me if he was ashamed of me in heaven if he was just shaking his head sadly i still sometimes wonder if joe is looking down on me if he was proud of me for this accomplishment or ashamed at my failure at that i mean the old folks or the grown ups couldn't understand why i kept asking why joe, why? why him and not a bad person? they didn't know how much i loved joe mamma harris had an idea though stephanie had a good idea joe would have been the best father a kid could ever hope to have i'm sure every now and then someone in the old towne square will bring him up and first they'll laugh and then their voices will catch and they will fight with their face to keep it from falling apart Joe was a Man even before he knew what bein' a man was all about he saved two lives and sacrificed his own...I sure hope those guys that he saved have lived lives worthy of joe's sacrifice ... 041203 ... BitterSweetDream The play after the last. It was different. It was amazing. But instead of getting attached to the play, I became attached to the people, and a relationship formed. It was a truely amazing time. 041207 what's it to you? who go blather from