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2013

Here is a video Google did for me with some pics and video from my travels of 2013

Mom’s picture collection

This is a photo collection put together by Mary Simpson in the early 1990s…
working on the pixs


albany
Robert Simpson, USCG, Donna Mulligan and Mary Mulligan
August 1944
Cardinal Ave Albany, NY
Nana MulliganMom’s mom, our Nana
Mary Emmott Mulligan       mom donna pop                                                                               Mary Mulligan, Donna Mulligan and Robert Simpson
simpson children
Jack Robert Joanne Jeannie and Billy in front
July 1961
simpson kids
Jeannie, Joanne, Bill
Robert and Jack Simpson
1971
otooles and simpsons cape cod
The O’Tools and Simpsons at JFK Memorial on Cape Cod
george and edith Simpson
George and Edith Simpson Dad’s parents

Manchester Conn.
August 1972

grandkids
first group of grandkids
Richard, Jordan and Zachary Simpson
Christine Cedilotte
November 24, 1984
Albany, New York
John W. Mulligan
Irene, Mary and Donna with Big John
John W. Mulligan
April 13, 1985
40th
Mary and Robert Simpson
married 40 years
June 1985
gene
Gene and Dad
War buddies
humpty and dumpty
Robert John Simpson Sr.
and friends
FLORIDA

created by Robert John Simpson Jr.
April 2004

Back to Basics

I have too many things. Really trying to get unnecessary stuff out of my life. Too much furniture, too many clothes, too much food, too much trash just sitting waiting to go to the dump, and too many TV sets, cables and computers.

Here are some pics I took off the walls and just wanted to save these memories.

Donna and her Tweety shirt which she loved to wear.

Alissa and a duckling

Alissa pic taken by Larry in Cape Cod

Another Larry picture…he is a great photo artist

9 year old Abby

Abby knows she is beautiful.

Still here

Taking care of my beautiful 20161009_135206grandkids, Allisa and Abby. I am not traveling anymore but enjoying my life in my home.

Zachary, my youngest son got married in October. Here is a video of his wedding to John.

http://shawvideoproductions.zenfolio.com/weddinghightlightvideos/h1F19A942#h1f19a942

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I realize how lucky I am. Many grandparents do not have their grandkids in their lives. 

Alissa is now 6 and very different than 9 year old Princess Abby. She fears nothing, will try anything. 

Abby is learning to ride horses. She seems a natural. Here is a short video of her riding her horse Buck.

My trip Overland to India in 1972

by Robert John Simpson

Created 11/16/1996


tajWhen I was very young, and television was in black and white, and there were only several channels, I remember there was a show on Saturday mornings which I loved. Andy’s Gang with Andy Devine (“pluck your majic twanger froggy” if that helps); this was a show I never missed. I do not remember much about it except it had a continual story of a young Indian boy (Gunga Ram) running through the Indian jungle; I suppose it had tigers, elephants and maybe even had some music. He always seemed to be running.

Fast forward to September 1967; I am at Siena College, a Franciscan college near Albany, New York; my parents wanted me to go to school and I suppose I was glad to be there. The Viet Nam War was going on and Siena was a much better place to be. That was the summer of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper Lonely Hearts Club. The first song on the second side of the album is George Harrison’s “Within You Without You”.  The sound of that weird sitar and strange drums (tablas) interested me. I can remember sitting in a class-room, not really wanting to be there, and making a solemn vow with myself that I would complete college and reward myself by going to India someday.

rjsEverything good in my life always came very slowly and after a great deal of work; my school, my career, my family, my house, my happiness, etc…. The trip to India took 4 years of planning and saving to make it happen. I did not know it then, but those were good times. The State was building a large marble office complex downtown and I was able to work as a union laborer. My father sold construction equipment, knew alot of the people and got me in.  I was able to work every summer and make enough to pay for school. I always had other jobs and seemed to have enough money for cigs and gas for my little Yamaha 180. Most of my money always went into the bank to pay for school.

In 1971 I graduated from Siena, then I worked on construction and saved up about $2,500. In August I hitched out to California and back. That took 4 weeks and I proved to myself I could do what seemed difficult. In September I got on a brand new 747 at JFK and flew to London. I carried my cheap guitar, a sleeping bag and a backpack.

tom jonesI went up to the small town of Burnley, near Manchester to visit some friends of my mother’s mother who came from there. Tom Jones and his wife took me in, fed me and showed me a great deal of Lancashire including the house where my grandmother was born in 1900; I remember them taking me to a local museum which had some beautiful paintings which were hundreds of years old; the concept of Europe was starting to sink in. The last I saw of them was in Blackpool where they took me to catch the ferry to Ireland, the home of my father.

irelandIn Ireland I visited all of the Simpsons; and there are plenty of them. My father’s father’s twin sister, Bella took me in for several weeks. I will always remember the day when I got to her door; one of many in a long line of grey row houses, and she opened it. I saw myself in her wrinkled face. My days in Ireland will always be remembered. Breakfasts in bed, great bread, plenty of beer, singing, and the warmth of family.  Of course I visited Northern Ireland in the height of the “troubles”; I did not take any sides, my father was raised a Protestant and my mom a Catholic.

After going over to Scotland, taking the Hovercraft over to Calais and wandering down through Germany, Italy and spending 3 months on Crete, I found myself in Istanbul. This was Asia and things really began to get interesting. By the way, every post card and letter I got from my parents always ended with the words “Do not go to India”.

The trip through Turkey was a nightmare (if anybody ever saw the movie Midnight Express, they have a good idea of this country; the people are neat though). I took a train through Turkey and then went into Iran. They still had the Shah back then, and they had some nice roads. I can remember seeing some strange sites in Tabriz of a religious procession where people were actually beating themselves with chains as they walked along. We looked down on the parade of people from a hotel bacony, we were told to stay inside, but of course I was 22 and had to look at it and take pictures too. All I could say as I was going through these countries was “this is just like the bible”.

Well we made it through Iran and then took buses through Afganistan. I developed my life time love of pomagranates there; but you would have to see it to believe it. Television really does not do these countries justice. Down through the Khyber Pass into the warmth of Pakistan. Now I really enjoyed being stuck in Lahore for several weeks. India and Pakastan just had a war and the border was closed. We had to take a 727 over the border to Amritsar. I can remember going down the steps in back of the plane onto the hot tarmic. I looked at my foot as it hit the ground and said to myself “mission accomplished – you made it to India”.

delhiI went to Delhi and then down to see the Taj Mahal. I first saw it at midnite under a full moon; it is beautiful. I can remember going around it and hearing real live Indian music from a village across the river from the Taj. That nite I slept in the tall grass along the road. ( I look back, with visions of cobras, and think what a fool I was).

katmanduI did get over to the Ganges and saw the river and visited some very beautiful sites. Then I took the bus ride of my life up to Katmandu, Nepal. That road is incredible and I can not believe I survived the trip. Well I got my tatoo on my right arm there and I remember sitting in a Hotel and drinking a Tuborg beer and a song came on the radio, a beautiful song; “So Far Away”. Well my mind immediately thought about my family and home. I flew out of Katmandu on a DC-3 to Patna, took a train to Delhi and then got a ticket to Amsterdam. I got back to London and came home. 

The whole trip took about 10 months; I used to tell everybody about it (brag actually). I went back to work as a laborer saved up money to go to South America, and just before I left I got a call for a job interview with the New York State Office of Natural Disaster and Civil Defense. I started work there on November 16, 1972 and worked there for 30 years before I retired on St. Patrick’s Day 2003. 

After I got the State job, I took the money I was going to use for my next trip and bought some land in the mountains near Albany. I built a geodesic dome and lived in it for several years. My wife and I built this great big house on the same land, and that is where I live today.      Thanks for sticking with this story; I love to tell it   Here is my tattoo I got up in the Himalayas.


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Donna Simpson at peace

We were married on 4 July 1976, 38 years ago. We only knew each other for a few months. She came up my driveway in a snowstorm and promised me she would cook me an Italian dinner. While she was grabbing large cans of real tomatoes and putting them in the cart I thought…I will marry her.

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She brought a little boy into my life. I took this little 8 month old baby, Rik as my own. Later came Jordan and then Zachary. We built a house and moved in.

We always enjoyed our lives with the kids and gave them a happy childhood.

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Donna and her 3 boys at Partridge Run.

Donna was smart, brassy and beautiful. It was a wild time over the years. She never stopped being a loving mother.

She had all kinds of health issues throughout her life. She lost her big brother in the Viet Nam war when she was only 9. Her mom died suddenly and it broke her heart. Rik was hurt by a drunk driver and we thought we would lose him. This was extremely painful to her and then she lost her first grandchild. These shocks were so hard on this loving woman.

She was hospitalized for 3 years and in terrible health. She never stopped writing and being a loving mother to Rik, Jordan and Zachary.

Although we were apart for a long time I always kept my love and admiration for this strong good woman.

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Donna Lynn Mosley Simpson

Thanks for coming into my life Donna..

No regrets

Cape Cod June 2014

Well…..after several days waiting for my car to be fixed/inspected I got out to Wellfleet,  Mass. and I opened up my trailer without too many problems.  The little creatures were busy in my place during the winter.

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My summer home

Two Serbs helped me set up the porch screen house and I was in business.  I cooked for my Serbian friends almost every night for the first month. The BBQ still works great after 23 years of use. I really love my trailer,  my porch and my front yard. TV sucks this year. 60 channels of nothing, almost all commercial plastered nonsense.

Nemanja, my friend from Zlatibor, Serbia has given some nice clams. Chip, my Romanian friend brings me fish and scallops.  This year we have 4 Serbs, a Northern Irish couple, a Scottish lady and my friend Indy who is from London.  His family came from the Punjab, India. He has become a good friend.

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Indy


I have gone to Hyannis 5 times so far. I bring the new students down to get their Social Security cards. I usually stop off at Dairy Queen so they can buy $5.00 lunches.

I am trying to relax but I usually keep busy cleaning, cooking and playing with my computers. I did get some more patoule oil and insense. I miss Asia and try to keep some sense of it here. My food is amazing. I have plenty of time to cook it right.

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Miss the girls.


Still have 3.5 months left to go in Cape Cod. Would like to slow it down some so I can really enjoy it.

A month in Europe

I flew back to the USA from Germany. My 6 1/2 month trip is over. Now time to relax and think about my trip and future plans.After a few doctor appointments I will head back to Cape Cod and stay in my caravan by the sea.

I was cold in Europe and had to drink wine to keep warm ;-)))… I enjoyed seeing the little Russian/Serbian baby in Belgrade. I took a walking tour of Belgrade.

I then went to Budapest which is a fantastic place. They have a Parliament Building which looks like Westminster. Plenty of good food there called Langos. Wine was cheap. ..I had to stay warm. I saw a Mozart opera in Budapest, the Marriage of Figaro. My next city was Vienna in Austria.  I stayed outside of the city up on a hill. The hostel is located in a place that housed the Vienna’s Boys Choir. The hostel was a little too clean and organized for my taste. The city has many beautiful palaces and I walked long distances and now I can say I have been to Vienna.

Then I went to Prague, Czech Republic and that is a beautiful place. I took another walking tour. Everybody goes to the old square to see the clock turn on the hour. .it does a little show for the tourists.  A great place for pickpockets as they all look up at the clock.

I ended up my visit to Prague seeing Madame  Butterfly…the opening line is ‘Yanks love to travel and enjoy their lives’……I know that is true. Then two nights in Frankfort and I am here in Albany, New York. Did not mean to go on like this but what a time I had.

Glad to be back home.

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Prague Underground

Prague Antipation

Lets face it, my fourth trip around the world is about to end. I am relieved that I can get back to my home and start to lead a normal life…cooking,  cleaning, playing my guitar and riding my bike.

I will miss seeing new things and learning about new cultures. My week here in the Czech Republic is turning out to a good choice to wind up this year’s trip. Plenty of smart ladies from different countries to talk to and off-beat characters to hang with. I walked around with a nice guy from Finland. Pasy. He has read many of the same books as I have. I keep meeting smart people on the road, not too many dull people go from country to country.

We went to the Prague Zoo and enjoyed it. Saw some new animals, like this guy.

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Cassaway

So I will go around town today…there are 2 events; a VW sponsored marathon and a million man weed march with plenty of street music. So goodbye Prague, nice to meet you and now I know something about you and your people.

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Pasy from Finland


The big tourist thing to do here is walk across the Charles Bridge, this is one old structure, going back to the 14th century.
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Charles Bridge in Prague


The subway system here is simple. It only has 3 lines, is modern, clean and cheap. Seniors can ride for $.60.