The Senior Navigator Newsletter No 1.

Wallace A. Johnson MBA
Apollo Project Test Pilot 1964
CDR Spaceship DEWAJ
Senior Navigator Test Pilot


Dear [[FIRSTNAME]],

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Wallace Johnson MBA is a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project. At 81 this
Year, he is a widowed senior who has experienced the frustration of navigating
the internet on a hit and miss basis. Having learned much since his introduction
to the internet in the early 90’s, he is currently concentrating on filling the needs
of seniors who are recent newcomers to the internet or to those who are
experiencing the problems quite often encountered.

Internet marketing for seniors is currently in a campaign which is offering many FREE programs which will be beneficial if you are contemplating having a home based business on the internet.

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The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 7.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

STARVATION NONE, MALNUTRITION PLENTY!

As I was growing up during the 30's, I rapidly matured, not only physically but mentally. I acquired a "Social Conscience" early on. I mentioned in my last entry, how bewildered I was to see good food being destroyed merely to sustain a price. It didn't make sense to me then and it doesn't make any more sense now. However social planners always have altruistic end results in sight and there is no doubt that it could all be explained, at least in their minds, as having an end result which was better than not interfering at all. I can remember that the unemployment figures were 25 million or more. Able bodied men begging for work, and those that didn't find it were left with begging period! Something happens to a person’s dignity and self worth, when he is forced by circumstances beyond him, to literally have to beg to insure his survival. Worrying about oneself is one thing but to realize that one is responsible for others survival as well, is incomprehensible unless you have experienced it yourself. It's an animal of a totally different color. A day's pay at back breaking labor was $1.00 and that's all one could sell his labor for, and some were willing to do it for less. You heard it said then and it's still repeated today, "Nobody died from starvation in the 30's" and perhaps there is some truth to that, but there sure was a lot of "Malnutrition" and the thought comes to mind that maybe "Malnutrition" is just another nice way of saying slow starvation.I can remember clearly that I was given a physical at the age of 11 and the doctor conducting my examination was an elderly lady perhaps in her late 50's. I have no idea what the real circumstances were but I remember that it had to do with the fact that my mother was applying for some assistance in getting milk for the family. With three children, 11, 9, and 7 there just was no way that she could afford to buy milk for all three. So we were doing without milk, and it was showing in our physical condition. The doctor was quite disturbed and was arguing with some functionary about the fact that we had not been included in a program the City of Houston had where milk was being made available for those who qualified. The milk was being distributed at local fire stations throughout the city, but my family was not on the list. The doctor in a large and commanding voice, was heard by me to say "I don't give a damn what you say, I said these kids will be given a quart of milk a day period, now do it" and the social worker made out the necessary forms so that our family would be eligible for the free milk. I have no ideas who that doctor was, but I know that there are angels that walk this earth, and in reflecting on that moment now, I know she was one of them. Can you imagine an angel cursing? Well under certain circumstances they do, and I'll swear to it. It's hard to imaging an angel that is pissed off; believe me, when they get that way, you pay real close attention. So we got our milk. I used to take two buckets with me and I would go to the local fire station which was quite some distance from where we lived and I would load those buckets up with jars of milk. It would be enough to take care of our needs for a whole week, whereupon I would return and repeat the process. Milk in those days was not pasteurized and was called "Raw" milk. The neck of the bottle was built different than the bottles we had later on when it was homogenized. It had a bulge at the top of the bottle, and you could see the line where the cream had risen to the top and was laying in that section of the bottle where the bulge was. The majority of the time we got skimmed milk which had its cream removed for making butter, but it still had a lot of nutritional value skimmed or not. Another thing I remember was that the cap on the bottle was a round cardboard lid with advertising on it. Today, the whole container is made of a cardboard composite. Do you remember when the milkman delivered milk in a glass bottle? I don't think I have ever tasted milk since that tasted like it did then. Nostalgia, nostalgia, how beautiful it is.One summer, I think it was 1934 or 35, I can't remember, it was decided that I should go to spend sometime with some friends who had a farm in the Navasota, Hempstead area. The thinking was that I would get three square meals a day and perhaps put some weight on. I was not starving, but I was experiencing some malnutrition, so off I went. I remember, Aunt Fanny, (No relation), cooking pancakes and feeding the work hands sitting at a long table. The table could handle twenty people at one time, it was so immense, and she would cook pancakes by the dozen. They made sorghum molasses on the farm, and I can still see them slowly moving the mixture as it cooked on a roaring fire ever mindful of the fact that at some point it would all of a sudden get to the right consistency in thickness requiring it being removed from the fire immediately. Going past a certain point could also cause it to burn, and I have had the pleasure of having to put burnt molasses on my pancakes more than once. It couldn't be thrown away just because it was overcooked and burnt. And woe to the person whose job was to keep it moving in the ladle, who let it get past that certain point. I knew my day for stirring was coming, and sure enough, I sweated that ordeal with the certain knowledge that I wasn't going to mess up on my assigned task. When the liquid is first put into the vat, it's not unlike water in its viscosity, but as it cooks it slowly thickens and when I noticed the resistance to the pole I was stirring it with, I yelled like a banshee, because I knew too much longer and it would be burned. When you realize that if you burn the molasses, you are in for a real lambasting and your life threatened, you keep a close eye on what you are doing. I was lucky, I stirred the molasses many times, but I never let it burn. My guardian angle has been with me from an early age, even to this day.Unless you’re my age or thereabouts, you don't have any idea what I'm talking about when I say "Picking Cotton." In the first place, it's most likely 110 degrees in the shade. You are dragging a canvas bag that is about 6 to 8 feet long and a diameter of a large wash bucket. The bag has a large loop at the opening which you put over your shoulder, and you literally drag that bag as you reach over and pick the boll of cotton and drop it into the bag. The protective leaves that surround the boll of cotton has sharp prickly points on it, and in no time at all, your fingers are bleeding from the pricks you endure. Not much fun I assure you. A grown man was expected to fill that bag up and with a lot of cramming could get many pounds into the bag. I don't remember exactly but it seems to be that all men strived to get 100 pounds for the day into the bag. And you would be immediately fired if they caught you, but more than one man who had to relieve himself would urinate into the bag. Anything to make that cotton heavier! Can you imagine how many bolls of cotton a man has to pick just to get one pound of cotton? I picked cotton right along with the rest that summer. I was shooting for ten pounds, and I made it. The bags were weighed on a devise where weights were suspended on a fulcrum to determine the weight of the cotton. All crude by modern standards, where a human hand no longer touches the boll of cotton, but rather a mechanized cotton picker comes along and strips the cotton from the plant, doing it thousands of times as fast and cheaper in the long run. Talk about Technological Unemployment and the machine replacing manual labor! But that's another story.

P.S. Current Events:

Talk about nostalga, for the seniors, it should bring back memories. Those were hectic times and our nation and the rest of the world for that matter was slowly navigating into dangerous waters. Lot's was happening in the thirties, but it wasn't all bad. You could see a good movie for a dime, and an ice cream cone cost a nickle. Music was something that had a melody to it and you could actually hum along with it. It actually sounded melodious and didn't grate the nerves, unlike the cacophony of noise they call music now. Can you imagine the current generation not knowing what we are talkng about when we say "The Big Band Sound?" The present generation is really missing out as far as I am concerned.

P.S.S. I still want you to be sure and check out the many FREE programs that I am trying to make you aware of. Wonder if you took the "Home Biz Quiz" I mentioned earlier? In case you didn't, here is the link again. Go to:
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P.S.S.S.

Wallace Johnson MBA is a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project. At 81 this year, he is a widowed senior who has experienced the frustration of navigating the internet on a hit and miss basis. Having learned much since his introduction to the internet in the early 90's, he is currently concentrating on filling the needs of seniors who are recent newcomers to the internet or to those who are experiencing the problems quite often encountered. His main site is one of a spaceship, http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com/ which is loaded with all kinds of programs, some which are offered for the taking. Internet Marketing For Seniors is currently in a campaign which is offering many FREE programs which will be beneficial if you are contemplating having a home based business on the internet. Everyone reading this E-zine would be well advised to immediately go to http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277 and get your FREE programs.

P.S. The everyonewillwin contest is now over. 10/06/06

Wallace Johnson MBA
Senior Navigator Test Pilot
http://www.retirementincomeforseniors.com
http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com
http://myoptinpage.com/?pid=96274
http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com
http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com
dewaj@spaceshipdewaj.com
testpilotdewaj@internetmarketingforseniors.com

The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 6.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

THE NEW DEAL & THE ALPHABET

It would help you immensely, if you were my age or thereabouts, to understand what I am about to tell you. I remember distinctly hearing the inaugural speech given by the new elected president Franklin Delano Roosevelt. It was notably remembered by historians as the message where he said that “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” I could be wrong about the exact words, but that was its meaning. That famous quote was followed by his saying that the nation needed a “New Deal.” and that leads me to the Alphabet.Government agencies are notorious for acronyms, and I can understand the dilemma a new agency has when it has to tie its name with its function. I can relate to the problem in my own personal way. Let me digress for a moment. Many of you know that my wife’s name was Doris Elizabeth. So I tied her first two initials DE, into my initials WAJ, and came up with DEWAJ as an acronym for my DBA (Doing Business As) license. Also, DE in Spanish stands for “of” and it tied in well with the WAJ portion. So for years I used DEWAJ in many ways, including the registration of a Star in the constellation of Sagitta near Sagitarius to be designated as DEWAJ. I did that as a present to my wife on our wedding anniversary. When I decided to get my own web site, I wanted to use DEWAJ, which explains my doing business as DEWAJ Synergy International. That has worked well for some years now and I continue to use it to this day. However, when my wife died, I decided to really start concentrating on my web site in earnest. So I decided to have my own Spaceship and naturally I wanted to call it Spaceship DEWAJ. So far so good, I had used DEWAJ OK, but to tie the acronym to it was a problem. It took some time, but all of a sudden it hit me like a bolt of lightning. DEWAJ A “Daring Enterprise With A Journey.” and it fit perfectly. The idea was to have a Spaceship which would use Synergy to accomplish its mission to remain in orbit long after I am gone. By including others, we would use synergy and end up with an end result whose sum would be greater than the sum of the individual parts. I thought it to be a brilliant idea as an acronym and I’m real proud of it. So now my job is to make the acronym well known on the internet. That’s a daunting task, and I know I can’t do it alone. But if I can get any exposure at all, and with help from others who will be either Passive Passengers or Active Joint Venture Partners, I know that using Synergy, it can be done. Enough of that, to get back to “The New Deal & The Alphabet”New administrations, whether government or private, are prone to come in with a new broom and give the place a clean sweep as it were. Roosevelt did this as well. So to give us all a “New Deal” required the building up of vast bureaucracies, all with high sounding names. Bureaucratic Alphabetization which was nothing new in government circles, really took off. If you can remember some of these, it will date you for sure, but I don’t care, in my case, you know I’m 80 right now, and I remember it with some nostalgia. Just to name a few. Do you remember the N.R.A. (National Recovery Act), how about the W.P.A. (Work Projects Administration), you can see the results of many projects completed under the W.P.A. to this day in the form of libraries, bridges, dams etc. The C.C.C. was another favorite one, especially for young kids who couldn’t find employment anywhere else. Here is a list I found and what they represented including some important dates.United States bank holiday, 1933: closed all banks until they became certified by federal reviewersAbandonment of gold standard, 1933: allowed more Money to be put in circulation to create a mild inflationCivilian Conservation Corps (CCC), 1933: employed young adults to perform unskilled work for the federal governmentTennessee Valley Authority (TVA), 1933: a government program that ran a series of dams built on the Tennessee RiverFederal Emergency Relief Administration (FERA), 1933: provided breadlines and other aid to the unemployedAgricultural Adjustment Act (AAA), 1933: paid farmers to not grow cropsNational Recovery Act (NRA), 1933: created fair standards in favor of labor unionsCivil Works Administration (CWA), 1933: provided temporary jobs to millions of unemployedPublic Works Administration (PWA), 1933: employed middle-aged skilled workers to work on public projects, cost $4 billionFederal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) / Glass-Steagall Act: insures deposits in banks in order to restore public confidence in banksSecurities Act of 1933, created the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC), 1933: codified standards for sale and purchase of stock, required risk of investments to be accurately disclosedIndian Reorganization Act, 1934Social Security Act (SSA), 1935: provided financial assistance to: elderly, handicapped, delinquent, unemployed; paid for by employee and employer payroll contributionsWorks Progress Administration (WPA), 1935: a reiteration of the PWA, created useful work for skilled workersNational Labor Relations Act (NLRA) / Wagner Act, 1935: granted right of labor unions to existFair Labor Standards Act (FLSA), 1938: established a maximum normal work week of 40 hours, and a minimum pay of 40 cents/hourAlthough Roosevelt was attacked then as now for that matter, you would be hard pressed to get rid of some of those programs that are still with us today, even though they may have a different name. Social Security is one example. However, I want to point out some incongruities that to this day I don’t understand. Take for example the A.A.A. where farmers were paid NOT to grow crops. I understand the law of supply and demand and the need for a market to exist, but I can remember kerosene being poured on piles and piles of oranges then having them set on fire to destroy them, all the while, I would give my right arm just for the chance to savor the beautiful fruit denied me because I couldn’t afford to buy it. I can also remember agents of the government rounding up many head of cattle into a lot and indiscriminately shooting them dead. You would think, hoof and mouth decease, but it wasn’t that at all, just that there were TOO MANY cattle on the market and to sustain a price on cattle, you had to have a scarcity. All the while there were an awful lot of people who weren’t eating much meat believe me, and I was one of them.These are just a few of the things that I remember occurring during that time which made me very cognizant of social conditions and some of the inequities that existed, many for no reason at all that made any sense to me. Somehow, my family survived. In my next entry to my blog, I’ll let you know how I did my best to understand and survive as well.

Wallace Johnson MBA
Senior Navigator Test Pilot
http://www.retirementincomeforseniors.com
http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com
http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com
dewaj@spaceshipdewaj.com
testpilotdewaj@internetmarketingforseniors.com

P.S.

Wallace Johnson MBA is a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project. At 81 this year, he is a widowed senior who has experienced the frustration of navigating the internet on a hit and miss basis. Having learned much since his introduction to the internet in the early 90's, he is currently concentrating on filling the needs of seniors who are recent newcomers to the internet or to those who are experiencing the problems quite often encountered. His main site is one of a spaceship, http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com/ which is loaded with all kinds of programs, some which are offered for the taking. Internet Marketing For Seniors is currently in a campaign which is offering many FREE programs which will be beneficial if you are contemplating having a home based business on the internet. Everyone reading this E-zine would be well advised to immediately go to http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277 and get your FREE programs.

P.S. The evryonewillwin contest is now over. 10/06/06

The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 5.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

The Death of My Father And Taking The Blame.

When my father passed away, I was lost. The finality of his passing was something that I couldn't quite fathom. It's as if I expected that something would happen to change what I was experiencing, and somehow he would be back in my life as if nothing had happened. It's hard to accept that a person who is so much a part of you, will never be again. For a youngster, it's the height of denial. To begin with, it's incomprehensible. But I remember clearly that morning that my mother had gone to the hospital to be with my dad and I decided that I would go to the hospital myself. The hospital was very close to where we lived and in no time I was there. I arrived to find my mother crying and when she saw me, she grabbed me and held me tight as she said, "Wallace, your daddy is dead, kiss your daddy goodby." In my minds eye, I can see him just as plain as if he were before me right now, lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and very still. The main thing I noticed was that he wasn't breathing. He just laid there, still. I touched him and felt his warmth. He had just died before I came into the room. I bent over and kissed him as my mother had told me to do. Gettin no response from him, it was then that the reality of it hit me, and I knew he was gone.That wasn't my first experience with someone who had passed on, but the previous occassion was back in Havana, Cuba with the passing of my grandmother, and although I loved her dearly, my loss didn't compare to the passing of my father. My father dearly loved all three of us, but for some reason, Iv'e always felt that I was special to him, which I now understand is not uncommon thinking. For a long while, my dad not being around just didn't fit in. We take people for granted, never giving thought to the possibility of their not being around. He was always there when I needed him, and to accept the fact that his love and counseling would no longer be availble to me was just something that I couldn't accept. I was in total denial, and it affected me to the core of my being.Things would flash through my mind about him. I recall, as a child while living in Cuba, he would depart our home and I would follow him to the front yard. There I would look at him as he walked to the refinery grounds and to work. I would yell at him "Bye Daddy" "Bye Daddy" and he would turn around everytime and yell back "Bye Son" I don't know how many times I would yell at him saying my good byes and he always turned and called back to me. This would go on till he was just a small dot in the distance and could no longer hear me. This was a ritual that took place every morning and I can see it plainly now as if it happened yesterday. Another thing that stands out in my memory of him was something of a ritual in the home. I was always getting into his lap, especially when he was trying to read his paper. Although he had hair on the sides and on the back of his head, he was somewhat bald on the top of his head. I also remember that he had very large veins on his scalp which facinated me. I would run my index finger along the veins which were so prominent on his bald head pushing the blood along with my finger, and it would be like I was in a car on a road which was weaving back and forth. For some reason, I got great pleasure doing that and would giggle at the fun of it. I know I was a bother to him, as he tried to read his paper, but not once did he ever complain. He really was a patient man.It's funny how you recall certain things. When it begin to sink in that my dad was really gone and would never return, I started to wonder to what degree I was responsible for his not being there. As a grown adult, I now know that children quite often blame themselves for the loss of a father or mother. I was no different at the time. I would recall, that my father had a saying "You kids are going to be the death of me yet." This statement was an aside to some activity his kids were up to which he didn't approve of, and it was said due to something I had done on more than one occasion. It just goes to show you how important little things can add up to. It's natural as I said, for a youngster to try to figure out if the death of a parent was in any way something he might be responsible for. Those words of his came ringing back to me at that time, and it bothered me something awful. I just knew that I had something to do with his death and was somehow responsible for it. It was very difficult dealing with that guilt, and I am sure that it affected me at the time in ways emotional. Those days were very difficult for me, and as I said before, I really dont know how I would have faired had it not been for Mr. Duggan, the kind gentleman who looked after the family, Ms. Smith, my home room teacher, and Ms. Norris, who was my music teacher. There were many more, but they stick out prominently right now, as the people who most were responsible for my transition as a young juvenile into the stark world of reality. They helped me grow up fast. I began to see my world the way it really was. The year 1935 was a rough year not only for me, but for countless others. I saw I was living in a world capable of boundless abundance, and yet poverty surrounded us all. The depression was hitting us hard.

P.S

Wallace Johnson MBA is a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project. At 81 this year, he is a widowed senior who has experienced the frustration of navigating the internet on a hit and miss basis. Having learned much since his introduction to the internet in the early 90's, he is currently concentrating on filling the needs of seniors who are recent newcomers to the internet or to those who are experiencing the problems quite often encountered. His main site is one of a spaceship, http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com/ which is loaded with all kinds of programs, some which are offered for the taking. Internet Marketing For Seniors is currently in a campaign which is offering many FREE programs which will be beneficial if you are contemplating having a home based business on the internet. Everyone reading this E-zine would be well advised to immediately go to http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277 and get your FREE programs.

P.S.The everyonewillwin contest is now over.


Wallace A. Johnson MBA
Senior Navigator Test Pilot
http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com
http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com
dewaj@spaceshipdewaj.com
testpilotdewaj@internetmarketingforseniors.com

The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 4.

Monday, January 16, 2006

LIFE IN THE 30's. (Cont.)

It was 1935 when my father died. I was 11. I had a Sister (Wanda) who was 9, and a brother (Willis), who was 7 and the youngest of the three. Mother did her best to hold the family together and I did my best to take my fathers place since I was the older of the three children. Mother ended up working as a seamstress for the WPA (Works Progress Administration). Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the president of the United States and his "New Deal" with its alphabetism of Federal Agencies, was an attempt at government to solve the ensuing problems associated with the results of the market crash of 29. Were it not for some of those programs, I really don't know what our family would have done. My mother had two brothers and a sister that lived in Houston and I remember that my uncle Raphael moved in to help mother with the rent. It was the sum total of $12.00 a month for a two bedroom apartment. I still remember the address as 1213 Decatur St. and I was attending Dow Junior High School.But let me go back a little and fill you in on some of the little things that I remember during that time which made such an impression on me as a young boy. Before my father died, he arrived in Houston with some savings, and I remember him going up to Navasota and the Hemstead area of Texas to look at some land to buy thinking that maybe if things really got bad he could somehow live off the land if he had to. I can see him now reaching down and picking up some of the loam and crushing it in his hand and actually smelling it, as if to get a feel for its quality. I know now that he was trying to determine whether the land would be fruitful and able to sustain a family of five. Thank God he decided that there was no way the land could support us. It too was worn out and useless so we returned to Houston where he ultimately bought the Texaco Filling station.While in the Navasota area, we stayed with my Uncle Fernando and his wife Malcom whom he had recently married. Her father had a small farm, and it somehow fed us all and kept us together. Here is where I got an appreciation for the land and the other animals we shared our meager existence with. You have to see how the lower animals struggle to survive the visitations we as humans bring to them. You have to see animals give birth, then those born become beast of burdern followed by their dying, to marvel at the wonder of it all. And you dont have to be too sharp of mind to realize that somehow we as animals fall into the same circumstance as we live our human experience. To survive, we as humans have somewhat of an advantage due to our higher intelligence, but sometimes I am saddened when I realize how little we think of the lower animals and the way we treat them. I remember vividly one occassion when a poor mule was being used to drag a scupper which was used to take out the muck and mud at the bottom of what was actually a drinking pond for the animals. It was low on water and the mule would walk through the mud and the scupper would take out the mud. Unfortunatelly, the poor mule got bogged down in the mud up to is belly, it coudn't move out on its own much less pull the scupper through the muck and mud. The farm owner who at the time was drunk and mad with rage at the mule, took a chain and started to beat the poor animal. The animal was crying out in terror at the pain inflicted on him and I in turn who was watching this bestiality was crying out loud as well. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Undoubtedly the drunkard thought that if he inflicted enough pain on the animal, the animal would somehow miraculously gain sufficient strength to extricate himself from its predicament. It ultimately required chains being wrapped aroud the neck of the animal and a string of men literrally had to drag the poor beast out. How that animal survived his treatment at the hands of that man is beyond me, but I think of that episode often when I see someone mistreat a lower animal for no reason at all. I believe it is a sad reflection on the human conditions when we treat animals the way we do only because they are "lower" animals. If we allow our children to mistreat animals, then why should we be surprised when those children become adults, and have little regard for the feelings of humans? They have become desensitized to those feelings necessary to understand the sanctity of a living being, whether a lower animal or a higher human animal. There are too many of us that have forgotten that humans are animals too. It's no wonder it is so easy to have men kill each other in this thing called "war." The lower animals kill as a necessity for survival, whereas man kills in many cases for no reason that has anything to do with survival. As I said, it's a sad reflection on the human condition.As I said previously, when by father returned to Houston he bought a Texaco filling station as an investment. My aunt Mary's husband Joe Ferguson ran the station for him. It was onLeeland Ave, and I remember it well. However, as you can imagine, any investment during those years quite oftern went sour. Nothing seemed to work out and in short order the small stake he brought back to the States after leaving Cuba, dwindled and he found himself just as broke as many others were in those dark days. It wasn't too long after, that he had an accident at the refinery. His health suffered and his spirit as well. His body slowly gave in and he died a rather sudden death. His death certificate says he died of Uremic Poisoning due to Kidney failure. In those days, a lot of people died for reasons unknown. Pneumonia was often the culprit, and in my fathers case I don't really know what the cause of death was exactly. I believe, it was more from a broken heart than anything else. We believe he was 49 at the time.

P.S. Current Events:

Those of you that are seniors and eligible to belong to AARP might find these entries to be nostalgic, while others will consider them quaint, however now that I am among those considered to be a senior, I recall my elders at the time I was a youngster telling me that as they got older, time seemed to increase in speed and rush by faster and faster as you got older. I guess everything considered, Einstein was right after all. Its all relative!

P.S.S. For those of you that are considering getting into the internet with some kind of business in mind, you should consider the following. I am offering you another FREE program called "The Home Biz Quiz." This program was compiled by psychologist whose specialty lay in the field of psychometrics and the quiz is not unlike those found to be used by corporations. It is an exact tool with findings that may surprise you, but I highly recommend that you take it. Go to the following site. http://www.homebizquiz.net/index.php/spaceshipdewaj The results of the quiz, will be sent to you in four different supplements. It will be very detailed and very accurate. If by any chance, your score is less than you expected, don't let it get you down, rather study the findings and realize that you will be ahead of the game in that you will know what your strengths are and most important where your weakness is. We can do something about correcting the weak points. That's what InternetMarketingForSeniors.com is all about.

P.S.S. Don't forget to go to: http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277 and get your FREE programs.

P.S.S.S. I will be publishig this newsletter about every two weeks, so look out for
subsequent issues.

P.S.S.S.S. The everyonewillwin contest is now over. 10/06/06

Wallace A. Johnson MBA
Senior Navigator Test Pilot
http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com
http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277
http://internetmarketingforseniors.com
dewaj@spaceshipdewaj.com
testpilotdewaj@gmail.com

The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 3.

LIFE IN THE 30's

Things were rough in the 30's. My Mother did all she could to keep the family together after my Father passed away. I was 11 and doing rather well in school, but it wasn't without the help of some people I will never forget. In particular, my music teacher Ms. Norris. I was laboring to master the violin and cello, and as it happens from time to time, one of my strings would break, and there I would be. I couldn't afford to buy strings, but somehow, the next time it came to be at practice, Ms. Norris would hand me the necessary string. I know she couldn't afford those extra expenses herself, but as a substitute teacher currently, I know that teachers quite often supply their students with necessary items which students can't afford themselves. Teachers are a special lot, at least the good ones are, and Ms. Norris was one of those. She was very instrumental in my appreciation of music in all of its forms and she was a very imnportant part in the eventual formulation of the person I am now and have been in the past. She was a kind soul and I will never forget her.Another person I will never forget was a Mr. Ben Duggan. He was an executive for an insurance company there in Houston, Texas. He was notified about my particular circumstances by my home room teacher Ms. Fern Smith. He took it upon himself to more or less adopt the family, me in particular since I was the older of my syblings. I remember on one occassion being taken to a professional baseball game for the first time. It was the Houston Buffaloes, and we had seats right behind home plate. I'm not much on sports, but I was impressed with the whole thing and now realize how kind he was to me and my family. I saw him as a good man who was just trying to do a kind act out of the goodness of his heart. During the war, while I was overseas, my mother wrote me inform me of his passing by sending me a clipping of his obituary which was in the Houston Chronicle. I still have that clipping believe it or not. He was a special person, put on this earth for a special reason, and I now realize I was part of it in a small way. I came to find out that my family wasn't the only one who he helped and he was highly respected in the Houston business community for his various charities.I mentioned my home room teacher Ms. Fern Smith. If there ever was an angel who walked the earth, she was one. I had her in the third grade while I was attending Hawthorne Elementary School. Let me digress for a moment. While living in Cuba, I had attended school on refinery grounds and was in the third grade. All classes were taught in spanish. I was lucky because my mother would speak to me in Spanish and my Father would speak to me in English. I always responded in Spanish. So I understood both, but my main tongue was Spanish. When I started school in Houston, with my language problems, I was put in the first grade. I picked up my English speaking abilities rapidly and within a years time found myself in the third grade. So I was at the proper grade level for my age in no time. Ms. Smith, was my home room teacher at the time my father passed away and took an immediate interest in me and my family. She became very close to the family and would visit from time to time insuring all was well and that we were being cared for. She was the person who told Mr. Duggan about my family and I kept in constant contact with her with personal visits and correspondence through the yearsMy first letter from her came when she wrote on the passing of my father. I still have that letter. I wrote to her and visited with her on many occassions through the years until her passing when she was in her 90's. She was an old maid, never married, who was very frugal, but somehow amassed an impresive portfolio of stock holdings and real estate, which came to a sizable sum. I remember clearly, during WWII, I was on leave one day, and I visited her. She was having her lawn mowed by a young boy who lived next door to her and she introduced me to him. I remember the occassion well, because although I was 19 or so at the time, he made an impression on me, for it was obvious Ms. Smith thought well of him. Ms. Smith dabbled in oil paintings and was quite prolific with pastoral scenes and flowers. During one of my letter writings to her in the 90's, I received a letter from an attorney by the name of Kennedy. He informed me of her passing, that he was her lawyer and was the executor of her estate. He informed me that in her estate, she had mentioned me by name, and that I was to have the choice of three of her paintings. Not only was I shocked to hear of her passing, but the fact that she remembered me in this special way was totally unexpected. I have those paintings to this day and I cherish them, but the most surprising thing of this commentary, is the fact that the attorney who contacted me about my legacy was the very same young boy who lived next door to her and to whom I had been introduced to while on Navy leave in 1944. I'ts funny how unimportant little things can seem to be at the time they take place only to realize much later that the moment was a pivotal one in future events. Maybe there is a lesson here for us to consider. I personaly believe that every moment is precious, and that it should be reflected on as important to the extreme. Now that I am in my autumn years, I realize how true this is.

P.S. Current Event

I hope those of you that have been to my site http://everyonewillwin.com/main/277
and have taken advantage of the many FREE programs that are being offered by some of the most sucessful gurus on the internet. These programs are beyond descripton and there is a special bonus mystery prize every day. If bought, their value goes into the thousands of dollars. I know it's unbelievable, but true. Don't let this opportunity to gather some of the latest offerings in programs get away from you. If you are a senior and just getting started, download as many as you can because they will be invaluable to you in the future. Don't pass this FREE offer up.

P.S.S. Keep looking for my next newsletter.

P.S.S.S.

Wallace Johnson MBA is a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project. At 81 this year, he is a widowed senior who has experienced the frustration of navigating the internet on a hit and miss basis. Having learned much since his introduction to the internet in the early 90's, he is currently concentrating on filling the needs of seniors who are recent newcomers to the internet or to those who are experiencing the problems quite often
encountered. His main site is one of a spaceship, http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com which is loaded with all kinds of programs, some which are offered for the taking. Internet Marketing For Seniors is currently in a campaign which is offering many FREE programs which will be beneficial if you are contemplating having a home based business on the internet. Everyone reading this E-zine would be well advised to immediately go to http://www.everyonewillwin.com/main/277 and get your FREE programs.

The Senior Navigator Newsletter No. 2.

Dear Friend,

As I previously stated, its always better to start at the beginning, so to bring you up to date, I am including an entry I have on my Spaceship DEWAJ CDR's Cabin.

DEWAJ A "DARING ENTERPRISE WITH A JOURNEY"

As a former Test Pilot on the Apollo Project, I have always dreamed what it would be like if I could have had my own Spaceship. Through the medium of the Internet, I can now fantasize. This Blog will be part of that fantasy. This Blog will be an attempt at telling you how Spaceship DEWAJ came to be.

SOME PERSONAL HISTORY
At the age of 80, time flies and the days shorten. Widowed, and without children, I can see that those who through the years have asked me to put into words, my rambling thoughts, inspirations, ideas, mistakes, adventures, travels, etc. have a point. Not that anything I might say will change much, for I don't think that anything I might say will have that much influence, but in fact it has been in the back of my mind for some time now. So here it is at last.
I'm one of those who live in California that was actually born here. My birthplace was Taft, Ca. and my birthday is 18 April 1925. Taft, California is oil refinery country. My father worked for Standard Oil Co. and before I was six months old, my father returned to Havana, Cuba, where he had formely married my mother. As the Superintindent of the Beloit, refinery in Havana, we lived on Sandard Oil Co. refinery grounds. I had a brother Willis, and a sister Wanda, who were born there. We lived well, and my childhood memories are those of a loving father and mother who dolted over their children, especially me. However, those of you that remember your history will recall a revolution took place in Cuba in 1932. With Cuban soldiers bivuoacked on our front lawn to protect the refinery, it didn't take my father long to decide that the safety of his family was paramount. So in late 1932 we returned to Houston, Texas.
Talk about jumping from the frying pan into the fire! The depression years were upon us, and times were rough. This was especially the case, when due to an accident at the refinery my father had an untimely death. That left my mother alone, with no skills other than being a good wife and mother with three young and quite often hungry children. As I said, times were rough. More to come.

The Senior Navigator Newsletter

Dear Friend,

In order for me to to be better known by you, I am starting my Senior Navigator Newsletter which I will attempt to post every two weeks. Most likely, you are a senior as I am and I believe that a newsletter is the best and most rapid way for us to get acquainted.

There can never be a better way to get to know someone than to know them from the start, so that's where I think I will start. Since I am orienting this site to seniors and their problem associated with the internet, I don't want to exclude those of you who might have an interest in my site but don't consider yourself seniors. All are welcome to share with me, not only that portion of the newsletter which will tell you who I am, but those items of interest such as programs, hints, tips, advise, and general information which I think would be of interest to all of you. It makes little difference to me if you are a senior at age 81 such as I am, or a senior in high school such as my nephew Victor is. All are welcome to utilize the information I will be gathering and supplying for you in my newsletter in any way you see fit.

So let's start by telling you that I have a main site of which I am very proud called Spaceship DEWAJ. The acronym DEWAJ stands for A "Daring Enterprise With A Journey" and the url is:
http://www.spaceshipdewaj.com I will start at the beginning and the end result will be the explanation of how Spaceship DEWAJ came to be. I think I should do it this way for the simple reason that the site known as http://www.internetmarketingforseniors.com is just one of the many things I am trying to do with my Spaceship DEWAJ. Bear with me and in short order, it will start to take shape and you will understand better why I am concentrating on the needs of seniors supplying them with the answers to the problems they will encounter on the internet.
Interspersed with my entries will be programs or ocassional item of interest which I will throw in so that you can immediately use if you see a need for them. I will also consider any input from you which can be posted as you make your comments to my newsletter entries. So as I said earlier, let's start at the beginning.

P.S. Current Events:

I hope that you will keep checking back for future entries by me, your Senior Navigator Test Pilot. I will be putting many FREE programs on this site and you don't want to miss them if you can help it. It might be a good idea to bookmark this site and that way you won't forget where I'm at. So that you can see what I'm talking about, there is a campaign going on right now called "Every One Will Win" which is exactly that. Thirteen of the internet's best known and successful gurus are offering thousands of dollars in FREE programs aiding Mr. Joel Christopher (The Master List Builder) who has challenged himself to attain 100,000 leads in 99 days. It's a formidable task, but the method employed is so unique that I know he will be successful. So that youo might better understand what I am talking about, I recommend you go to this site and download everything you can. There will be more there than you can handle and it will all be FREE. Believe me, there is no catch involved. Check it out and you will see that's its true. Go to: http://everyonewillwin.com/main/277 now!

Wallace A. Johnson MBA
Senior Navigator Test Pilot
http://internetmarketingforseniors.com
http://spaceshipdewaj.com
testpilotdewaj@gmail.com
dewaj@spaceshipdewaj.com