Oct. 31st, 2009

I love the Fall. The leaves changing colors the wind getting colder. Most people like the spring and summer months. I think this is the best time of year.

Halloween. I can remember trick or treating with Amy. Nothing so different than anyone else. Rickman always had a carnival in the gym. Those were alot of fun. When we had a high school the seniors had a haunted house in the basement. Every grade had a booth of some sort of game. There was a cake walk and candied apples. The costumes were always the best. During school you got to dress up and go to all the other rooms and show off. Oh, to be a kid! I wish I could go back and do that again. Those were the days when it seemed you were always going to be a kid.

Ofcourse, you don't get to just keep treating. After we got the car we would fill it full of people and go egging or rolling somebody's yard. Somebody would have a tractor and have a hay ride. Those were fun times. You didn't care about anything except having a good time.

After we started going to Monterey we didn't go out much together on Halloween. I can remember the time Amy was heading out to Hanging Limb. She was taking all kinds of shit. Tolit paper, eggs anything she could think of. She opens the freezer pulls out chicken livers. I asked her what she was planning to do with them. She just said, "I don't know. I'm sure I'll think of something." Well I'm not sure what happened that night but the chicken livers; WHERE NOT USED! We only figured this out a couple WEEKS later. They had been put in the trunk of the car and forgotten about. That smell stayed in that car for a year! I'm not kidding it was GAG!

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Halloween. I will be thinking of my sister. She was scared of everything. She laughed with everyone. I'm sure some of you have a good story about something she did. Hold that close and remember to tell people you love them for being who they are.

Oh no I didn't!

Oct. 23rd , 2009

Now let me start by saying I do not want to hurt anybody or cause any problems or start anything. I am not going to hold back on the telling of the "get togethers". Also, if I forget something or someone I'm sorry. This is what I remember and how I remember it.

As I have told in past blogs Grandma had a "boyfriend" and they would go on trips. They would tell us they were going camping. I really don't know where they went but they would be gone for one to two weeks. What were two teenagers going to do? Throw a party!

I don't remember when the first one was or how it came to be what it turned out to be. But Amy and April told EVERYONE at Monterey High School. They also drove on the "strip" in Livingston yelling at EVERYONE "PARTY AT BOLES". Thats when Amy coined the phrase "it ain't a party really, its a get together". At this point I'm not happy with the amount of people that are being invited. We didn't have a big house or food or anything. I thought she had lost her mind. This went on all week. People talking about it. Are you going? Can I get a ride with you? Who all is goiing to be there? On and on and on! It became huge. I was scared too many people were are going to get caught and get in big trouble.

Our cousin James was a big part of the planning. He had it all under control. HA! Saturday came. Preparations began, then night was falling. Good crowed showed up about 20 people. Beer, liquor, pot and things I'm sure I didn't see. The night went on everything was fine. Around 10:30 cars just started coming and coming and coming. 5-6 people in most cars. From Monterey, Livingston and Cookeville. Damn! This is when things got WILD! I thought for sure there was going to be a fight. Somehow James and Amy and some others didn't let that happen.

I don't know who all was at this first one. I think everyone from Monterey High was. Lots of friends new and old. People were drunk off there asses. Having sex everywhere. Inthe cars parked in the yard. On the cars in the yard, the living room, kitchen and of course in the bed rooms. What a mess!

I got drunk and passed out in the garage. Think I smoked my frist joint that night with Chris C. I don't really know. Good time was had by all. We didn't get caught that first time. The police weren't called although I can't believe it. This was only the start of things to come.

Amy always said they were "get togethers" never a party. For her everyone was a close friend. A party wasn't personal enough. A get together was.

School on Monday was fun. It was the talk of the school. Those that didn't go were mad at themselves. The next one was being planned.

I will get into the other "get togethers" in coming blogs. I really didn't name any names in this one. Or tell on anyone. I just wanted you all to know how it all got started.

Stick Shift

Oct. 21, 2009

By the time Amy and I were old enough to get our drivers license we had been driving for a few years. It wasn't hard for us by that time. But Amy still didn't know how to drive a stick.

Well Grandma had a "boyfriend". They would just leave out on these trips. Sometimes in his truck sometimes in our car. Jim was a real asshole he didn't like us and we didn't like him. When they would take our car Amy and I were stuck at the house. Jim would leave his truck WITH the keys! He didn't know that I could drive a stick. Wouldn't have mattered I would have taken it anyway and did!

So the morning we woke to them gone and his truck there Amy got mad I just laughed. She asked if I could drive it and I told her I could. Then I asked her if she wanted to learn. Ofcourse she did. Off we went! Amy in the drivers set and me next to her. She got it out on the road popping the clutch every time she changed gears. We laughed the whole time driving around Rickman. She got pretty good with it too. We ran out almost all his gas. Parked it in the same spot and waited for them to get back. That afternoon they got home and Jim gets in his truck and leaves. In enough time for him to get home the phone rings; its Jim. The look on Grandma's face was funny. Then she says to him "Well they don't know how to drive a stick shift! Well I'll ask but your wrong. Maybe you forgot to put gas in it the damn thing! You didn't put any gas in our car today so what does it matter if they did drive it all out!" During all this Amy and I were ready to admit to it all. We were mad for being left there with no way to leave. Maybe this would put a stop to it. Grandma slams the phone down and NEVER says a word to us about it. Funny how she would still take up for us even if she knew the truth. That didn't put a stop to them taking the car but I think he would pitch in for gas after that. He would leave his truck WITHOUT the keys. We still took it. I also knew how to hotwire a car! Just a country girl gett'n by anyway I can!

Amy and I fought lots. But when it come down to it we had each others back. As we got older we became better sisters to one another.

Not sure what I will bolg about next I will have to think about it. I'm sure the "get togethers" need to be explained. Yeah I think that will be next!

Oct. 18th 2009



I would like to start this time with telling you about teaching Amy to drive. I know she was older but Daddy showed me how when I was 8. She just never wanted to learn.



We are in our driveway Amy is sitting the the driver seat I was next to her. I had to show her how to start the car. She did. Sitting there with it running she takes her foot and pushes the gas down to the floor. The motor revs up to a loud whine! I yell for her to stop. Sitting there wondering what the hell is wrong with her, she turns to me and says,"How do you make it go?"I was ready to run away. I tell her what the P,R,N,D,2,1 mean. Also how to put it in gear. She says, "This is stupid!, thats not how it should be." I didn't want to go into how it should be this is how it is. I then went over the gas peddle and break. I got the look from her about this. It had to be done. Anyway, we are in gear (D) and ready to go to the end of the drive. Everything went fine till she hit the breaks. My head hit the dasboard. Slid in the gravel to a stop. She then starts to laugh. "Okay," she says "what now?"We need to back up. Put the gear shift in R and starts backwards without looking! We HIT the breaks again. She says to me "Thats even dumber then going foward." "You can't see where your going." I had to explain about turning and looking and the mirrors. "This is hard!" We can quit and I'll drive and you watch. NO! I'm doing this! Fine but your going to have to quit screaming at me if you want my help. Fine let me and the dog out! We got out and I kept Pug close.

She spent the biggest part of the day going back and forth in the driveway. Then while she was at the end of the driveway Greg Copeland and his family passed by! She started screaming! She could not move. I run up to the car and ask whats wrong? "Greg Copeland just passed by!" "I think he saw me!" Well okay its fine he saw you. "What do you think he will say?" I don't know who cares. Back the car up. She did the driving lesson was over then she had to go call everyone and tell them that Greg Copeland saw her driving!

Greg Copeland, Gerg Copeland I was so sick of Greg Copeland! Don't know why she loved him so. She just did. He was something for her to dream about. Something she thoght she could never have. Don't get me wrong I like Greg he is a great guy. I know if I ever needed help that he could give me he would. He is a good ol' boy!

Well Amy learned how to drive it wasn't easy. But over time she got better at it.

My next story will be about me teaching her how the drive a stick shift! That was fun for both of us all the way around!

Thanks for reading these. This is my therapy. I will keep adding from time to time.

Oct. 15th 2009

Our Dad died at the age of 32. After he died Amy and I were very different about how we delt with it. She talked land talked about it. I on the other hand kept everything inside. This is when we started fighting. She thought I sohuld talk like she did. Talk to her. I simply couldn't. For one thing I didn't like everyone feeling sorry for me. Also I just couldn't put it into words. I was angery. Why had this happened? What had I done? What was going to happen to us?
So much happen after Daddy died. His mother, Grandma, moved back in and we stayed in the house. That was good we didn't have to move. We got a little dog and named him Pug. He was the best! There will never be another Pug! Time passed. We never got any couseling to help deal with anything.

Not everything was sad. We had good times growing up. We stayed in Rickman and still had all our friends. Amy and April Sullivan where always together. I had Bub, he lived down the hill from us. Amy was always going somewhere. She didn't like staying home. I could stay home all the time. We would go visit our aunts in Ky in the summers. That was fun to go up there and be in a different place for awhile. Aunt Johnnie would come down and get us. Grandma, Amy, myself and Pug. Pug and I would get car sick. Amy thought this was funny. Her and our cousin made up a song after Aunt Johnnie said, " over the hill to Thompkinsville and you can take your pill." This only made me sicker. They would just laugh and laugh. I'd give anything now to hear that laugh again. I have the same laugh but I don't laugh much these days. Anyway, as we got older life with Grandma wasn't a cake walk. Poor Grandma! She didn't drive so we had to have people take us everywhere. To this day I hate waiting on people. I'm never late and if I say I'll be there I'm there! Amy wasn't like this. She was late ALL the time. If we where getting together for a family dinner and it started at 2pm. We would tell her it was starting at 12 just so she'd be on time.

When Amy was 14 and I was 12 Grandma got us a car. I know thats crazy. But we finally didn't have to wait an anyone! We could just go. Boy, did we GO! It was a light blue 4 door Plymouth K car (spelling?). We had so much fun. No drivers license but we went everywhere. The summer we just stayed at Shannon Williams' house with Ryan and Jason Meadows. Gosh, Amy and I loved them. They were so much fun. We stayed in trouble too. I hope they remember that summer. I don't see how they couldn't! We rode 4 wheelers all over that farm. Drove that car everywhere too. This was about the time Grandma started seeing the old coot, Jim. I believe this was when the Alzheimers started with her too. She was never the same. Ofcourse we had never even heard of alzheimers at this piont. But there was a change in her.

We also had a friend that lived just down the road from us, Jimmy Bean. He didn't have any brothers or sisters so we were his sisters. He would be at the house when Amy and I would be fighting and he'd get right in there with us. Get mad, jump in his car, drive off throwing gravel. We would try to call him and apologize. He wouldn't answer. But he always came back. Thats love people! He has been the best kind of friend. He was so good to Amy. She knew no matter what he would be there for her. She loved him as much as he loves her. After she died we said we wished she could have seen herself as others did. Maybe now she does.

People loved my sister and she loved them. Thats just how she was.

Amy L. Boles Wooley

Oct. 14th 2009



I'm starting this blog to help me with my sister's death. Amy L. Boles Wooley passed away Aug. 30th 2009. She was 38 yrs old. Many questions still go unanswered. I don't know just what happened that night. Someone knows. I have to wait for the DA to get the autopsy results back before he will tell me anything. It sucks! I go from being sad and crying to angry and confused. Somedays I'm just going through the motions. I don't know how to deal with this. I just wish she was still here. Her kids need her, I need her.



Let me tell you more about us. I am Ada Sue Boles Pryor 36 yrs old married to Matthew. We have a son, Alec who has autism. He is 11 yrs old and the light in my world. We live with my Mother-in-law, Dina. She has been the best mom I have ever had. I have a good life; great husband wonferful son the best mom good job. My husband's whole family has been great to me. A long way from where I come from. But it ainn't a party!

Amy and I were born to Charles Jerry Boles & Mary Lou Sidwell in Livingston, Tn. Her on April 28th 1971 me December 23rd 1972. Two sisters who would have on hell of a ride in this crazy life. We grew up in Rickman, Tn. Dad and Mom didn't always getalong os the got divorced when I was in the 1st grade. (Guess I was 6). I started school at Rickman then got moved a few times. Lets see Rickman, Livingston, Capshaw, Algood, and back to Rickman by the end. That was all one year. Amy and I were not always together during this time. She stayed put in Rickman with Daddy and Grandma. Back then I was the one trying to hold on to our mother. I didn't know any better. She didn't want us she never did. But I always had hope I would not let that go for some time.
We all lived ther in Rickman until Grandma moved to Algood in 1982. We would go and stay with her but it wasn't the same. Grandma was the best cook. Didn't matter what it was it was good! Ofcourse Daddy dated women most we never knew of but some we did. We didn't like them. We saw it as them taking him away from us. And we wanted all of him as little girls do. Things went fine for a while. Then there was the week-end of Feb. 4th 1983. Daddy sent Amy and I to Grandmas cause I was sick. Had a kindey stone! Very painful! She took me to old Dr. Moore and he told her what to do for me. So we go back to her appt. I drink and drink and drink til I can't drink anymore. We go to bed on Sat night I'm up & down allnight. Finally in the early hours of Sun morning I pass my stone! It really hurt but I wasn't going to show any pain cause I wanted to go with Daddy that day. Him and some of his old high school buddys were going to get together at school to play basketball. I WANTED TO BE THERE!!!! Since I was feeling better I got to go. I was 10 yrs old at this point Amy was 11 yrs old. The three of us go. Daddy plays a game or two or three. We leave the gym around 4 pm. Go home Daddy tells me to do my homework and I do. Amy is washing thr dishes. Daddy goes into the living room where I follow and get to take his shoes off( I loved doing that). Amy handed him a glass of ice water. He then tells us to go back to work. We did. Then all of a sudden we hear him gasp for air! We run to him, he is cluching his chest and gasping for air. He can't speek only with his eyes told me what to do. I said to Amy, "I'll run to the Walkers and tell them!" She screams "DON"T LEAVE ME" I told her we have to do something! She then calls Jim Sullivan. In what seemed like forever people came. Police, Ambulance, just people wanting to know what was going on.

By the time the Ambulance drove off with I was numb. I knew in my heart he was gone. Amy however thought he would be okay. I was with him while she was on the phone. Holding his hand. His eyes staring right at me. I made promises, vows of the type person I would be. He didn't have to worry anymore I would be fine. I also promised that I would make sure Amy would be fine too. I would watch out for her.

This is as much as I can get today. I will tell the whole story. Please keep checking in. Thank you, Ada