“Where Did All the Children Go?”: Part 26 – by Charlotte Martin

Charlotte Martin

I am writing this 7/12/2022. Yesterday I filled my tank up with gas at Kroger’s. I did my shopping first to get a 50-cent discount on gas. I had been used to leaving $20 to $25 at the window. This time I left two fifty-dollar bills but felt sure that with my 50-cent discount, I would get change back from one of the bills.

Another woman was filling her tank up on the other side of me, and we were both moaning as it climbed to nearly $60!!!!! She had also done her shopping to get a bigger discount. We both started bashing Biden, so I was surprised when she said she likes him because he is Pro-Choice.

She explained to me that she had a promising career, but that an unexpected pregnancy ended her dreams, but that she went on to have a total of three children. She made no mention of being thankful that God blessed her with three children. She still believes that a mother has the right to brutally murder her children in the womb, which should be the SAFEST PLACE ON EARTH for a mother’s baby.

Sadly, abortions have been just as deadly for children as living in a gang in Chicago. I cannot help but to wonder how many or how few people who have promising careers actually succeed, whether or not they have children. I often talk about my son who died in 1997, and about my son I’ve had since he was a 5-day-old baby in 2003, but I hardly ever talk about my daughter-in-law or my grandchildren. My daughter-in-law is VERY PROTECTIVE about my grandchildren and my one-week-old great granddaughter and their privacy. I believe her story is of GREAT IMPORTANCE at this crucial time in our history.

She fell head-over-heels in love with my son, and they married. They learned that they were going to have a baby. On 2/20/97 she called me to come and look at the ultrasound of their baby girl. I took them all the gifts I had bought in yellow/green/white and aqua colors when no one knew the sex of the baby.

My son had bought a baby camouflage outfit because he wanted a boy and wanted to name the little boy Hunter, and to teach him to hunt and fish. I ran out to buy the first baby girl dress and dropped it off and waved to my son as he was leaving for work. They decided to name their little girl Hunter; my son and daughter-in-law would teach her to hunt and fish with them.

My son was off from work the following day and asked my daughter-in-law to take the day off so they could celebrate and go fishing. She is the frugal one and told him they could not afford for her to miss work since they were now a family of three. My son drowned the next day.

Overnight, my daughter-in-law became a single mother… a widow at 22-years-old. She definitely had a promising career in music. Many women might have chosen to have an abortion under those circumstances. She was 21 weeks along in her pregnancy. I will first tell you where she is now before I tell you where she’s been and what she has accomplished over the past 25 years.

Hunter turned 25 on July 4th of this year, but there was no big July 4th or birthday celebration, because her 22-year-old sister had to go to the hospital at midnight to deliver her baby girl. No, we were not celebrating much. My daughter-in-law and I cried and cried together because my 22-year-old granddaughter almost died giving birth to her precious baby girl. We were not sure she was going to make it for a couple of days. Not very many people survive that much blood loss.

It SICKENED me to watch those grotesque women wearing white and pouring blood colored paint on their crotch and steps of the building where they were protesting Roe v. Wade being overturned. They were JUST AS GROTESQUE looking as those women who wore white at President Trump’s SOTU speech, when they sneered and had EVIL smirks on their faces when they looked at the devastated grieving parents of Otto Warmbier’s parents and the parents of two girls who were brutally tortured, raped and murdered by the MS-13 gang. They have NO RESPECT for life, and they love to see death, and people who are devastated by the death of their loved ones. One grotesque and satanic looking young woman SCREECHED “I love killing babies” just like the Neo-nazis in Ukraine made a film of themselves saying “We love killing people! Killing people is fun!”

People have already chosen which side they are on. They are either on the side of death or on the side of life and eternal life. One thing that I have been noticing about these protests is that it is mostly white people. I believe that black people have already learned that it was Margaret Sanger, Hillary’s hero, who set up abortion clinics in black neighborhoods because she wanted to end the black race.

Most of the people who are protesting are big fat belly old white men with beards, or young grotesque looking drag queens who twerk to get their message across, which seems to be to show women what they REALLY THINK women look like and act like. The rest are mostly women that are just as ugly inside as they are outside.

A good question to ask is: “WHY do they want the children of other people to be killed?” Could it be jealousy because they know they have no chance of ever having a baby? My granddaughters and their mother are just as beautiful inside as they are outside. My daughter-in-law TOTALLY DID NOT expect that she would be giving birth without her husband and become a single mother. She went on to marry again and had three children, and then adopted another daughter. She was WILDLY SUCCESSFUL in everything she did.

Her husband helps when he is not out of state on his job, but they now have built a Paradise where they can survive even if we ever have a government that turns on us and deliberately tries to starve people to death. Even if they make sure that we run out of gasoline and cannot get to a grocery store, my daughter-in-law made sure her family will survive off their land. She started growing their own food and herbs. Tree by tree, she planted an orchard. She foraged through the woods and made their own medicines. She made their soaps, shampoos, and laundry detergents. She filled their home with beautiful pottery that she learned to make. She learned to monogram and to etch on glass.

One of my Christmas gifts is a clear baking dish with my initials etched on it, and the bag to carry it in has my name monogramed. Her husband has a sawmill, and she gave me a beautiful charcuterie board they made. The Bible says that a wise woman will fill her home with beautiful things, and it is incredible going through her home and looking at all the beautiful things she has made. She had to overcome many adversities, including having been raped as a child. I probably did not mention that she is a genius. Not kidding. For real…a genius. Good luck if you ever get into an argument with her. YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE! Don’t ask me how I know that… best to just trust me on that.

It would take a book to tell her story. It would make a great movie about a modern Kentucky Woman living like a pioneer crossing the Appalachian Mountain with Daniel Boone. Another thing I have learned is that when she tells you she is going to learn how to do something, you never doubt that she can do it. One day she decided she was going to learn to crochet, and she made my granddaughter the most exquisite wedding dress. And when she tells you she knows how to do something that she has never done, you should not doubt her.

I made that mistake once or twice. I have no artistic skills AT ALL, but I have a fairly massive collection of original art. She was constantly saying “I could paint that”, even though she had NEVER painted anything. I know her well enough by now, that I knew better than to say what I was thinking, which was “Yeah…right. Sure, you can.” She now has her home full of her paintings… ALL STYLES! She has a heart of gold just like my grandchildren and has given many to good causes for silent auctions.

She has three different kinds of spinning wheels and made her own yarn to knit some really special items. She makes her own chalk paint and beautifully refurbishes old furniture. People must pass along the artist gene.

When Hunter was about 7 or 8, she painted a picture of my grandchildren, including herself. I asked her if I could pay her $5 to paint one for me. That is $100 in today’s money. She said she would, and my other grandchildren said they wanted to paint me one for $5, too. Hunter was not all that responsible at that age, and never came through, but my other grandchildren gave me a picture of stick children with the names of who was who. At least, Hunter played TAPS for me, which would move ANYONE to tears.

I thought that my 22-year-old granddaughter might want her little metal trunk back that she used to store her toys in. She had written, “I love Mommy” on the side with a magic marker. Now she is a mommy. I emptied the contents and looked through pictures of my “stick grandchildren”, maps that I made them when I had buried treasure hunts for them, stories they had written about dragons with illustrations, a 3rd grade project where Hunter drew a picture of herself and wrote, “I am nice and friendly. I wonder how stars are made. I want hover copper. I am nice and gentle. I love frogs. I have a sister and a brother, dad, mom, cat, dog and spider. I don’t like it when people laugh at me. I want to be a veterinarian. I love math.”

I think a “hover copper” is a helicopter because she drew a picture of one and a frog and spider. I’ve kept every little note and card they gave me, and every school project I rescued when their mother was throwing away a mountain of turkeys made with tracing their hands on construction paper. Albums and boxes of pictures of picnics, birthday parties, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving, and just pictures where the kids are running and stomping in mud puddles. Or just hanging out with their dogs, cats, chickens, and dragon lizards.

I’ve been around awhile… ever since they chased me around scaring me with worms, and I was fast enough to get away from them… but now that I’m 70, and my grandchildren take me by the arm to help me up or down the stairs, and my grandson picks us up to take us to my granddaughter’s wedding because it’s farther away than I like to drive now that I am blind in one eye. And we laugh and laugh when my son and my grandson CANNOT pull me out of the truck together. My son is two years younger than my grandson, so I flopped down in the back of the truck, so they could visit and talk. Flopping down was easy, so I never thought about how hard it would be to get out. And as decrepit as I am, when the music plays, I get out on the dance floor and dance anyway! And I dance like it’s nobody’s business… next to my grandchildren… next to my daughter-in-law… next to their other grandmother. Acting like fools, and laughing the whole time, knowing that we are creating good memories for them… for me. PRECIOUS MEMORIES!

I hate to even think about what a sad, miserable lonely life these mothers who kill their babies will have when they are 70 and have no grandchildren to help them down the stairs. No grandchildren to drive them to the weddings of grandchildren. No one to drive them to see their week-old great granddaughter in the next few days, as I will be doing. They will never know the anticipation of seeing her for the first time that I feel right now. All they will have will be memories of their hatred for their own babies that they joyfully and inhumanely murdered. Surely there can be no joy in looking at pictures with painted blood on your crotch. I think their shock value has TOTALLY WORN OFF. Nothing they do shocks us any longer and is actually becoming boring to many of us. It appears that they are not attracting the crowds they used to at their protests. Hopefully it will make them think JUST HOW LONELY they will be when they are 70.

As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord, and the Lord has blessed me with a PRECIOUS great-granddaughter and has protected my granddaughter through a blood loss that most people do not survive.

Hopefully most people have learned over the past three years that the news media is filled with propaganda, thanks to the Smith-Mundt Act passed by Obama. Think about how many times they keep saying that it is a disaster when single mothers raise children without a dad. Ask yourself WHY they keep saying it over and over. They even get “pastors” in on the act.

When you hear something often enough, you begin to believe it. That is tantamount to spitting in the face of all the Gold Star mothers whose veteran husbands died at war, and they raised their children alone, and mothers like my daughter-in-law who became widows at just 22-years-old. My aunt successfully raised her children after her husband died at a young age. It is likely that most of you know of a mother whose husband divorced them, but they successfully raised their children.

Remember how they convinced you that everybody who got Covid would just fall over dead, until May 9, 2022, when Bill Gates told the world that there were VERY FEW Covid deaths. You believed that Covid was extremely deadly because the lying news media continually told you it was. THIS IS THE SAME! If they CONTINUALLY say that single mothers have no chance of successfully raising children and they MUST HAVE a mother and a dad, social workers are more likely to take children away from single mothers and place them in homes with two men married to each other or two women married to each other. There have been FAR TOO MANY single mothers who took their own lives after CPS took their children away, just as FAR TOO MANY single mothers took their own lives after their child died. There is NO ACCOUNTABILITY without transparency. IT IS WAY PAST TIME for CPS to show what happened to all the children they took away from single mothers. IT IS WAY PAST TIME for Hollywood to make a few movies about REAL STORIES about mothers like my daughter-in-law, and the lives of REAL FAMILIES and their plans to survive, no matter how hard governments try to make sure they DO NOT SURVIVE.

I wrote a story last month that the editor titled, “The Big Wave”, which should make it clear to anyone who has lived through the past three years, that MENTICIDE, an old war crime, was intentional to get families and friends to hate each other. We need to make sure that history is written correctly about the past three years—and the past 30 years–and the past 100 years that the Rockefellers and Rothschilds paid TRILLIONS of dollars to teach only the history that they wanted people to know, and the news media to tell only the “news” they wanted people to believe.
Don’t believe everything you hear!! Don’t believe everything you think!!! In other words, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”Proverbs 3:5

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