I am an old woman now. .. but I was a War Baby born at 3:40am Friday the 15th of October 1943 (right in the middle of World War 11) in Dallas, Texas.

My Father, William Irvin Turner, was a platoon Sergeant in North Africa, where they were fighting Rommel, and he received a special leave to come home, on his way to Italy, for my birth. Mother wanted to have her baby while my Father was home. 
I vaguely remember living on Air Force bases in the early years. Mother and Daddy took me with them for 4 years during their "romantic time" after the war. I used to sing to the soldiers on the bus in San Antonio as they were headed to Korea. When I was four years old I kept taking the neighbors puppy until She finally gave her to me… Her name was Vino and she saved my life when I was nine years old. Her story is written in a book called "This is the American pit bull terrier" , author Richard Stratton. The book is in my bookcase now

My grandmother and my mother were both strong women… I hope I have inherited a little bit of that.
I almost drowned age 8, bitten by a rabid dog age 9, I had scarlet fever for two weeks right after that, I've had a horse fall and roll over me, three auto accidents by people running into me, head butted by a mad cow that broke my shoulder in three places.
Almost car jacked twice by black men (thanks to my 38 they did not achieve their purpose). My moron ex-husband ran 4 horses over my foot, then tried to poison me. Each time I got up and drove myself to the hospital.
I'm not one easily scared but when the doctor said "open heart surgery"..
yeah, I was scared witless!


 As a young woman With no formal education and no way to get a job in East Texas unless she knew somebody that owned a company… in the 60s I had to help support my grandparents and raise my two boys so I went to Dallas and I sang in supper clubs in Dallas owned by notorious people. Robert Norton who owned the Pago Pago and the firehouse and Charlie Kaiser who on the red garter were both interrogated by the Warren commission into the murder of JFK because they knew Jack Ruby Of course I didn't know any of this at the time I was working there… I was a green kid from East Texas I moved to Bossier City about 1968 and went to work singing in clubs that were all owned by Carlos Marcello Head of the the Dixie mafia, headquartered in New Orleans. My ex-husband Hunter Paul Meserole, married stripper Shari Angel, who worked for Jack Ruby.
Then After a horrible divorce from Johnny Poston…I worked hard for the next 30 years in advertising then 23 years as a licensed health insurance agent.
In Dallas 1976 I met a man that I loved dearly and vise versa. He is gone now but I well I remember.
Some of my sisters resented my success in life even after I helped them many times. I forgive them but I don't want to associate with them and They have to live with that Karma. 
Their absence has saved me thousands and thousands of dollars. My dear brother Larry and sweet sis Lana, left this life many years ago and I love my brother Dain.
I hope and believe that I will be remembered, loved and forgiven for all my shortcomings, by all that I walked through this life with and by all of you whom I will never get the chance to meet. You are in my thoughts, and now I'm in yours; that will have to suffice in this imperfect world. Your good thoughts and prayers will be most welcome and heard!

My loving husband, Raymond Stansbury left this life ahead of me in 2020 but promised he would be waiting for me in Heaven. Three years of my dear Rays passing. Unforgetable.
Ray Shain Strausberg. Rest in peace honey. Awesome man… Irreplaceable. Artist, Competition power lifter, author of intricate 5 star rated mystery, "Tainted Vengeance" , he also hand crafted fishing rods, oil painter that could duplicate the masters! , Original drummer for the band Kansas in High School when they had the name Weeds.

I love and bless all of my sons, my grandchildren and great grandchildren.
May the Lord help you through this life as he has me. 
Credo quia absurdum, credo ut intelligam.

I love you all.


Mom, Cheyrl, Oma 
Written March 2023


funny how simple and short life turns out to be?

My headstone is already placed next to Mother, Bid and Big Daddys, at Mount Pisgah Cemetery near Pine Mills and Hainesville, Texas. I have decided on cremation … ashes to be placed next to my head stone and my husband Ray's ashes will be placed next to that and my best friend Randy Youngs ashes will be placed there with us. 
Very little was known about my family when I started asking questions. My Grandparents on the maternal side didn't even know the name of their grandparents. I started my genealogy search for my family history while I was still just a teen. YEARS before internet. 
I loved it. Its like tracking someone with two hundred year old clues. 
Ive Spent Hours in libraries that I had to physically drive to … some hundreds of miles away in different states. Days spent at the U.S. National Archives and Records Administration in Ft Worth. Ive written hundreds of letters for military history and medical records. Ive now got tons of information. Each person traced back meticulously for birth marriage and death records. One name could take years to track. There was no Ancestry.com back then. Absolute proof was needed for the Texas Rangers Association, Daughters of the republic of Texas and other organizations. I was able to obtain official headstones for my great Grandfathers who were both Texas Rangers. 
I wonder if my sons will be interested in searching further.

My horse Chico and Vino (the dog that saved my life) are gone, at the old Farm in Shady Grove. Our old ways are gone. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I lived then. It was a gentler time.
My sons grew up in East Texas. Im so proud of them. They are all good honest men that believe in Jesus and work hard. I have left them a sustainable farm to live on for the rest of their lives. That's all I could do to help.
I cannot forget our old ways.
Often in spring summer I rise at daybreak and steal out to the pasture to the little mountain, and encounter deer running. Watch my horses graze.
Sometimes in the evening I sit, looking out to the West toward Dallas and wonder why I ever wanted to go there.
The sun sets, and dusk steals over Glade Creek. In the shadows I see again our little country Home.
It is but an old woman's dream. Then I see only shadows and hear only the gurgling of the creek, and tears come into my eyes. Our old life is gone forever.
Im sorry my children and Grandchildren have to live in this world the way it has become… So cruel.

I am an old woman now. .. but I was a War Baby born at 3:40am Friday the 15th of October 1943 (right in the middle of World War 11) in Dallas, Texas.

My Father, William Irvin Turner, was a platoon Sergeant in North Africa, where they were fighting Rommel, and he received a special leave to come home, on his way to Italy, for my birth. Mother wanted to have her baby while my Father was home. 
I vaguely remember living on Air Force bases in the early years. Mother and Daddy took me with them for 4 years during their "romantic time" after the war. I used to sing to the soldiers on the bus in San Antonio as they were headed to Korea. When I was four years old I kept taking the neighbors puppy until She finally gave her to me… Her name was Vino and she saved my life when I was nine years old. Her story is written in a book called "This is the American pit bull terrier" , author Richard Stratton. The book is in my bookcase now

My grandmother and my mother were both strong women… I hope I have inherited a little bit of that.
I almost drowned age 8, bitten by a rabid dog age 9, I had scarlet fever for two weeks right after that, I've had a horse fall and roll over me, three auto accidents by people running into me, head butted by a mad cow that broke my shoulder in three places.
Almost car jacked twice by black men (thanks to my 38 they did not achieve their purpose). My moron ex-husband ran 4 horses over my foot, then tried to poison me. Each time I got up and drove myself to the hospital.
I'm not one easily scared but when the doctor said "open heart surgery"..
yeah, I was scared witless!


 As a young woman With no formal education and no way to get a job in East Texas unless she knew somebody that owned a company… in the 60s I had to help support my grandparents and raise my two boys so I went to Dallas and I sang in supper clubs in Dallas owned by notorious people. Robert Norton who owned the Pago Pago and the firehouse and Charlie Kaiser who on the red garter were both interrogated by the Warren commission into the murder of JFK because they knew Jack Ruby Of course I didn't know any of this at the time I was working there… I was a green kid from East Texas I moved to Bossier City about 1968 and went to work singing in clubs that were all owned by Carlos Marcello Head of the the Dixie mafia, headquartered in New Orleans. My ex-husband Hunter Paul Meserole, married stripper Shari Angel, who worked for Jack Ruby.
Then After a horrible divorce from Johnny Poston…I worked hard for the next 30 years in advertising then 23 years as a licensed health insurance agent.
In Dallas 1976 I met a man that I loved dearly and vise versa. He is gone now but I well I remember.
Some of my sisters resented my success in life even after I helped them many times. I forgive them but I don't want to associate with them and They have to live with that Karma. 
Their absence has saved me thousands and thousands of dollars. My dear brother Larry and sweet sis Lana, left this life many years ago and I love my brother Dain.
I hope and believe that I will be remembered, loved and forgiven for all my shortcomings, by all that I walked through this life with and by all of you whom I will never get the chance to meet. You are in my thoughts, and now I'm in yours; that will have to suffice in this imperfect world. Your good thoughts and prayers will be most welcome and heard!

My loving husband, Raymond Stansbury left this life ahead of me in 2020 but promised he would be waiting for me in Heaven. Three years of my dear Rays passing. Unforgetable.
Ray Shain Strausberg. Rest in peace honey. Awesome man… Irreplaceable. Artist, Competition power lifter, author of intricate 5 star rated mystery, "Tainted Vengeance" , he also hand crafted fishing rods, oil painter that could duplicate the masters! , Original drummer for the band Kansas in High School when they had the name Weeds.

I love and bless all of my sons, my grandchildren and great grandchildren.
May the Lord help you through this life as he has me. 
Credo quia absurdum, credo ut intelligam.

I love you all.


Mom, Cheyrl, Oma 
Written March 2023


funny how simple and short life turns out to be?

My headstone is already placed next to Mother, Bid and Big Daddys, at Mount Pisgah Cemetery near Pine Mills and Hainesville, Texas. I have decided on cremation … ashes to be placed next to my head stone and my husband Ray's ashes will be placed next to that and my best friend Randy Youngs ashes will be placed there with us. 
Very little was known about my family when I started asking questions. My Grandparents on the maternal side didn't even know the name of their grandparents. I started my genealogy search for my family history while I was still just a teen. YEARS before internet. 
I loved it. Its like tracking someone with two hundred year old clues. 
Ive Spent Hours in libraries that I had to physically drive to … some hundreds of miles away in different states. Days spent at the U.S. National Archives and Records Administration in Ft Worth. Ive written hundreds of letters for military history and medical records. Ive now got tons of information. Each person traced back meticulously for birth marriage and death records. One name could take years to track. There was no Ancestry.com back then. Absolute proof was needed for the Texas Rangers Association, Daughters of the republic of Texas and other organizations. I was able to obtain official headstones for my great Grandfathers who were both Texas Rangers. 
I wonder if my sons will be interested in searching further.

My horse Chico and Vino (the dog that saved my life) are gone, at the old Farm in Shady Grove. Our old ways are gone. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I lived then. It was a gentler time.
My sons grew up in East Texas. Im so proud of them. They are all good honest men that believe in Jesus and work hard. I have left them a sustainable farm to live on for the rest of their lives. That's all I could do to help.
I cannot forget our old ways.
Often in spring summer I rise at daybreak and steal out to the pasture to the little mountain, and encounter deer running. Watch my horses graze.
Sometimes in the evening I sit, looking out to the West toward Dallas and wonder why I ever wanted to go there.
The sun sets, and dusk steals over Glade Creek. In the shadows I see again our little country Home.
It is but an old woman's dream. Then I see only shadows and hear only the gurgling of the creek, and tears come into my eyes. Our old life is gone forever.
Im sorry my children and Grandchildren have to live in this world the way it has become… So cruel.