birthdays and holidays: nasty plans and hurtful arrangements

It was October of 1997 when Dorothea Carvelas of Stockbridge, Georgia paid a visit to my husband, Gerry Sniffen's office at Norfolk Southern Corp. She was delivering a birthday cake for me. It was odd because the old lady could barely get around and seldom went anywhere. But she made her connection and delivered the cake. I was very surprised she cared enough to make such a trip. Dorothea had lived in Arizona and California but her native home was West Virginia. She'd smile and say of her heritage, "Honey, I'm German." She had a neice, Sue Warren, who continued Dorothea's breeding of Wire Fox Terriers. Sue was a groomer and relocated to the Lakeland area, I thought possibly near Jim Coutts, another WFT breeder.

After I was run out of the Atlanta area, Doug Beard who had a Cobb County lawyer brother, and whom I'd given a female wire fox terrier rose in that market. He enjoyed great success in Wire Fox Terriers, I've understood he became very respected within their oganizations.

I didn't have such luck with mine.


I'd had to flee the state of Georgia to avoid further plans made by my husband, his connections and lawyer to jail, coerce and intimidate me to sign divorce papers. Kentucky later proved to deliver more of the same harassment, stalking and corruption.

The question was who sent Gordon Bennett to Georgia? Gordon was sent to convince me Kentucky would be a great place to wait for the Georgia judge to sign divorce papers. I'd figured Gordon was sent by the same people who had made arrangements for my son's reported "death" in Alabama. And I figured eventually I'd unravel and expose the entire organization.

As I've always been one to stay on a trail, this one lead to tragedy for the animals and for myself. It was even stranger in 1999, to see Gordon Bennett, the Kentuckian, knock on my motel room door for a "welfare check," switch on the Richmond, Kentucky TV and say, "You're going to see some of it now."

"It?"

It was the stock market shooting in Atlanta and the shooter had been from the same area of Georgia as Dorothea Carvellas. I've looked back and wondered since if it all wasn't connected. Gordon Bennett said he'd been brainwashed. He said he'd killed people and used a shotgun in one of the hits.

I'd seen results of some of the brainwashing in Kentucky. It's amazing what alcohol, drugs and a little good-ole'-boy ridicule can do to a person's mind.

The stock market shooting story shared media coverage with the John Kennedy Jr. plane crash story.

In reading the "Bluegrass Conspiracy," years later, that group was in Philadelphia suspected of attempting an assassination of Senator Ted Kennedy in the 1980's. Whether this "homeland terror" could all be connected, I've wondered since and can't stop trying to put the pieces together. There is no law enforcement dedicated to unraveling some of these criminal organizations, and it's difficult to understand why they're allowed to continue.

Dorothea's "Happy Birthday" cake was followed by a series of horrors. She died shortly after paying her visit to Norfolk Southern's offices. Her visit would be followed by the death of my dog breeder, native N.C. friend, Bud Samples. Bud dropped dead on the property of his landlord, Nell Stumpff who would become my future landlord.

The death of my father-in-law, Gerard J. Sniffen, Sr. in Matthews N.C. occurred, with him calling ahead to tell his railroad executive son, "take care of your mother." In neither his, nor his grandson's reported deaths was there a body at their funerals.

The disappearance and reported death of my son Gerard J. Sniffen, III in Baldwin County, Alabama occurred all within a year. And Nell Stumpff followed through in having me jailed and conspiring to have me put away in a state hospital after she and her son robbed me of my belongings and money, and falsely accused me of felony damages which mysteriously disappeared from the court docket.

I found myself ordered to the streets for my birthday, hearing of my son's funeral for Christmas Eve and incarcerated in a state hospital for New Years 1999. It was a story one would imagine was designed by German Stasis or in Communist Russia.

Nell had spent 12 years in Dachau, Germany with the US Army. She bragged about the fraulein maids provided to her by the US Government. If it hadn't been for her I'd never have known the Jewish people's skin made into lampshades by the Nazis was tattooed. She said she'd seen the lampshades.

So, in 2000 in Kentucky after having experiences here, I made the comment I wouldn't even trust boarding a plane in this country after being invited to Chicago. I'd seen foreigners from Georgia and France working motels who could speak no English, and noted a man from Turkey with mafia like manners running a car lot. Besides all that after experiencing the use of the legal system and law enforcement for criminal and conspiring operations, I wrote to Senator McConnell, my very real concerns about that, and National Security.

The bombing of the World Trade Center wasn't surprising. The country was infiltrated and law enforcement was failing well before that.

Gordon Bennett had said, "The mafia runs the government."

I just never wanted to believe it.

Pictured above is Qasim Cheema, the son-in-law of Doug Beard, showing my wire fox terrier champion, "Dixie," Fielden's Southern Star. Qasim is from Pakistan and his dogs of choice were Pyrenees. Doug had confided Qasim had money coming into this country the U.S. Government knew nothing about.