Lawyer takes on persona of "that dog face woman."

While visiting with my mother at King Ding Dong nursing home she told me that Greg's television exploded! Apparently she learned this while on the telephone talking with Larry. I told her that televisions do not just explode, that maybe Greg saw something on the television about the mythology of the Big Bang and got so angry he threw something at the screen or shot it out! That is what it would take to make a television tube explode.

Of course television tubes do not explode, they implode due to the high vacuum on the cathode ray tube. When I was a teenager I had an old television set which a repair shop had discarded. I was taking it apart to remove components to use to make other electronic devices. The television tube slide off the work bench when the washer was cycling due to resonate vibrations which caused the tube to move. I had stepped away at the time so was not present to see the implosion, but I heard it. There was a loud bang from the basement when the television hit the floor and the tube imploded sending shattered glass flying around the basement. It was like a small bomb had gone off. I can imagine how dangerous this would be occurring in someone's home as a result of a fit of rage and an object being thrown at the television screen. Larry was lucky as he could have been seriously injured or blinded by the glass.

While visiting with my mother I told here that she reminded me of the grandmother figure, Mrs. Doubtfire, which Robin Williams played in the 1993 movie by the same name. I reviewed the plot in which Sally Field played the ex-wife of an actor who disguises himself as a female housekeeper to spend time with his children held in her custody. My mother said she remembered the movie and said that was a good comparison, referring to how she resembled Mrs. Doubtfire after she put on her eyebrows.

We then talked about what she wanted to do. I asked her if she would like to move to Colorado where Larry was so she could be closer to him? I mentioned that even though it was cold there this would not be a big factor as she would be inside all the time. When I mentioned being cold I asked if she were cold and she said she was, making a shivering movement of her arms and grinning her teeth, despite the fact it was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside and about 75 to 80 degrees inside the nursing home. Given my mother's poor circulation, a problem which has not been properly addressed by the nursing home, she often feels cold even when it is very warm. Obviously the thought of moving to a colder climate does not sit well with my mother, especially if she would have to live in the same house with Greg and his wife for whom she has often expressed disregard. Probably the most comfortable place for my mother to spend the remainder of her life would be southern Florida where it is warm most of the year. That is certainly one reason many elderly people relocate and retire there.

I also told my mother that I filed a complaint with the Alabama State Bar against Ms. Kathryn Dickey. This seemed to bring great joy to my mother's face as she made a big smile. I asked her if she remembered Ms. Dickey and she said that she did, referring to her as "that dog face woman." Apparently my mother remembers Ms. Dickey quite well. Their first encounter was on the telephone when Ms. Dickey called me at home early in the summer of 2002. This was after I had filed a claim against Greg and Sharon for their dumpster fiasco.

I talked to Ms. Dickey telling her, after she asked if I had a history of mental problems, that I did not and that she needed to be asking this question to Sharon, as she had been in a mental institution in Pennsylvania; that both Greg and Sharon had a substance abuse and temper problem when they drank too much. Apparently Ms. Dickey did not want to believe this as she seemed to let it go in one ear and other the other, continuing to harass me with questions, knowing I did not have a lawyer present and did not want to be talking with her about the claim I had filed.

Then Ms. Dickey asked to speak with my mother. After getting off the phone with Ms. Dickey, my mother said she had asked her a series of questions and had pressed her for information, despite the fact that Ms. Dickey had been informed my mother did not have an attorney present. My mother said she "never wanted to speak with that woman again," or to have anything to do with her. Apparently my mother had gotten a very bad impression of Ms. Dickey over the telephone, and there was some quality about her that she did not like. Now that my mother has had even more dealing and suffered as a consequence of Ms. Dickey's aiding Greg and Sharon in their efforts to keep my mother in a nursing home and take away all her privacy, dignity and rights, my mother refers to Ms. Dickey as "that dog face woman."

I thought it interesting that my mother would not say Ms. Dickey's name but was now referring to her as, "that dog face woman." Often when people cannot remember names they form an association inside their minds with an image to identify one's most outstanding feature or character. My mother had formed such an association with Ms. Dickey. Apparently my mother regards Ms. Dickey as "that dog faced woman," for whatever reason. I think this may be because when Ms. Dickey gets started firing questions, it is like she is a dog barking. I observed this in court when Ms. Dickey crossed examined me at my mother's hearing to appoint a guardian and conservator. I also observed this when Ms. Dickey and I argued in front of Judge William Shashey. Ms. Dickey even accused me of being angered by the fact Greg and Sharon placed a dumpster in the driveway and removed and destroyed property of value. She incorrectly described my adamant and empathic argument for anger so that the court reporter would record her statements and deceive anyone who read the Court record in this regard. Inotherwords, Ms. Dickey barked in alarm like a "dog face woman," to give the impression that something was wrong, when in fact nothing was wrong except the fact she was trying to manipulate the Court.

I believe it is very perceptive of my mother to refer to Ms. Dickey as "that dog face woman." My mother may have early signs of dementia but she still retains her sense of humor and there is truth in her words. Whether this impression comes to my mother from how Ms. Dickey talks on the telephone or appears in person or pictures, it certainly shows that my mother still has her wits about her. She has keyed in on a primary feature of Ms. Dickey's personality, naming her "that dog face woman," just as shamans or medicine doctors would recognize such qualities in the patients they would treat, renaming them after the spirits or qualities they would most readily portray or emanate, qualities which the shamans were able to perceive through their wisdom and enlightenment, qualities that others could not see.

My mother has hit the nail on the head and given the lady who is ultimately responsible for having her imprisoned in a nursing home a new name, just as might the American Indians have given the white man a new name for stealing their land and killing their people. To my mother Ms. Dickey is "that dog face woman," the one who has taken away her privacy, stolen her child, Larry, and locked her away from society, from family, from everyone she loves. How perceptive of my mother to see in these actions that they are the consequence of "that dog face woman!"

When I told my mother that I had filed a complaint against Ms. Dickey, that I had just mailed this to the Alabama State Bar, it filled my mother's eyes with a bright sparkle and she smiled. Seeing how happy this news made my mother brought me joy and reassurance that I had done the right thing to restore my mother's honor and make public the misconduct and corruption that has occurred in regard to my mother's situation.

Certainly my actions against Ms. Dickey will have consequence. I would not be surprised if the woman my mother calls "that dog face woman" were not to bring a suit against me for liable. But remember, it is not I who have spoken these words, it is my mother. I have merely related and reported them; I have merely attempted to make a case for my mother, given she is locked up in a nursing home, has early signs of dementia, and cannot speak for herself. I have merely tried to restore my mother's honor, to restore her dignity and respect her rights by bringing to light the wrong which has been done to her by others.

I love you, Mom!