Vanessa Byrnes:
CLASS OF 1988
Trout Lake High SchoolClass of 1988
Trout lake, WA
Canandaigua AcademyClass of 1988
Canandaigua, NY
Vanessa's Story
Vanessa is from Palmetto, Florida. Vanessa is single. Vanessa's schools include Trout Lake High School. Vanessa later attended Finger Lakes Community College. Vanessa works(ed) at Suicidoll Designs, St. Vincent Hospital, self employed: The Bridal Florist.
Music Vanessa likes includes The Troubled, GINO and the GOONS, Nippletwisters Band-Page. Books Vanessa likes include Banished Babies. Movies Vanessa likes include NIGHTCLUBBING, The Green Inferno, The Crow. TV shows Vanessa likes include Ash vs Evil Dead, Sleepy Hollow, Tampa Punk Party.
One of Vanessa's favorite quotes is:"âBe daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.â Cecil Beaton".
More about Vanessa:"Love your self truer than anyone can ever love you.......PIN UP MODEL/SINGER/DANCER/RUNWAY MODELING/ ALTERNATIVE MODELING/ PROMOTER... AND ON AND ON... UNDERGROUND NETWORKING MY NEW PROJECT.....
To be me is a blessing to know that I AM FABULOUS IS EPIC....HEHEHE
I am a mother> I was a Burlesque Dancer I will dance Again.... .. . I LOVE LIFE.. I am a Derby Girl (Currently not skating getting ready to ref).. . I have excellent Friends and treasure them forever. I am loud but really loud inside. My mind races a thousand miles at a time and I want to do everything but settle for being part of something. I love vintage clothes, cars, looks, makeup. I would love swing dance for the rest of my life. I love ink and I want more.... Addiction is my weakness. I am addicted to good music, ink, good company..... I have met some of the most amazing people in the last few years. Some have left my life some have just entered. I live life, it doesn't live me... SIMPLE IS NOT IN MY VOCABULARY I always see the good in people 'guess this is slowly changing trust is becoming an issue, so sad people can not be real and show each other the respect they would want from another. I tend to give a little of myself to each and every person I meet... My friends are afraid of me being drained. I don't think anyone can ever drain my energy.....
An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin DSO who was
among the first British soldiers to liberate Bergen-Belsen in 1945.
I can give no adequate description of the Horror Camp in wh...Expand for more
ich my men and myself were to spend the next month of our lives. It was just a barren wilderness, as bare as a chicken run. Corpses lay everywhere, some in huge piles, sometimes they lay singly or in pairs where they had fallen. It took a little time to get used to seeing men women and children collapse as you walked by them and to restrain oneself from going to their assistance. One had to get used early to the idea that the individual just did not count. One knew that five hundred a day were dying and that five hundred a day were going on dying for weeks before anything we could do would have the slightest effect. It was, however, not easy to watch a child choking to death from diptheria when you knew a tracheotomy and nursing would save it, one saw women drowning in their own vomit because they were too weak to turn over, and men eating worms as they clutched a half loaf of bread purely because they had to eat worms to live and now could scarcely tell the difference. Piles of corpses, naked and obscene, with a woman too weak to stand proping herself against them as she cooked the food we had given her over an open fire; men and women crouching down just anywhere in the open relieving themselves of the dysentary which was scouring their bowels, a woman standing stark naked washing herself with some issue soap in water from a tank in which the remains of a child floated. It was shortly after the British Red Cross arrived, though it may have no connection, that a very large quantity of lipstick arrived. This was not at all what we men wanted, we were screaming for hundreds and thousands of other things and I don't know who asked for lipstick. I wish so much that I could discover who did it, it was the action of genius, sheer unadulterated brilliance. I believe nothing did more for these internees than the lipstick. Women lay in bed with no sheets and no nightie but with scarlet red lips, you saw them wandering about with nothing but a blanket over their shoulders, but with scarlet red lips. I saw a woman dead on the post mortem table and clutched in her hand was a piece of lipstick. At last someone had done something to make them individuals again, they were someone, no longer merely the number tatooed on the arm. At last they could take an interest in their appearance. That lipstick started to give them back their humanity.
Source: Imperial War museum (".
Register for Free to view all details!
Yearbooks
Reunions
Register for Free to view all events!
Photos
