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Just Getting Home…

Hey Internet,
 
I’ve been so busy lately. So, so busy. Good busy. And it feels very – what’s the right word for this? – centering. Putting my mind and my heart into a good cause like this rally makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. Getting our name and our lifestyle out there in the public eye gives me so much hope for this family. I helped create such a positive, NORMAL image for us. Finally, FINALLY, the world is beginning to see us for who we really are.
 
Bill has been so supportive through the whole process. It’s great that we’re finally seeing eye-to-eye on something. You know, ever since Christmas when I – well, you know the story – ever since then, he’s been pretty cold to me. And yes, I totally understand why, I do. I get it now. Having him support me during this, knowing that he has my back again, seeing the pride in his eyes when we talk about the rally… it all feels so good. What better way to bring us back together than children rallying for our cause?
 
It was unbelievable having Benny involved. He’s always there for me. And Cara Lynn was right there by my side through the whole thing too. Cara Lynn, that girl, she is really coming into her own. She has evolved so much since entering the family. Sometimes I feel like she and I are toooootally on the same page. She is so smart and so caring and she just GETS me. In an odd way I see myself in her. Gosh, to think of me at her age? I was so lost then, and the last thing I want is for her to be in my shoes. If Barb and Bill’s divorce (ugh, that word!) is in fact solely for her well-being, then, well, I support it.
 
The rally was a great success. Hey, you might even be seeing my pretty face on the news! I gave a press speech about how much I love the Principle, how I’m proud of the fact that my children have the opportunity to grow up in a household with so much love.
 
I remember my dream the night before the event clearly. It started just before I went to the podium to make my speech. I looked down at my flash cards to review my talking points, but there weren’t any words. The first card was a black and white wedding picture of a man and woman I didn’t recognize. I flipped to the next card and there was another couple. And then another. Then there was a man and two women. And then there was a picture of just two men in wedding garb, then three men with no wives, and after that three women with no husband. After flipping frantically through the flash cards I came to the four of us – Bill, Barb, Nicki, and me. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice. “Mrs. Henrickson?
We’re ready for your speech.” It was Mom. She was reaching out for my hand, ready to lead me to the podium. Her hand was cold and hard, but her eyes were vibrant, excited, full of life. When she let go of my hand, I took a moment to look out at my audience. My, was there ever an audience! People as far as the eye could see. And they were all happy, accepting, holding signs showing their support for my cause.
But then when I opened my mouth to begin the speech, nothing came out. I tried forcing myself so hard to speak but I couldn’t. I was speechless. That’s when I woke up.
 
Well even though the dream was discouraging, I really nailed my speech. Like, I tore it up, y’all. I feel so proud of what I’ve done, so accomplished. We’re really making some good progress in the trenches. We just all have to stick together. As long as we stick together, we’ll be able to show this world what we’re really made of.
 
xo,
Margie

 

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Reader Comments (18)

Margie,
I see your business gogi juice is expanding! What a great way to establish yourself in the community. So is gogi juice part of Amway? There are lots more opportunities? How do you handle Niki taking over as first wife? Are you worried that she will take over a new way of doing business? Or do you see that Bill and Barb are trying to provide her false sense of security?
February 21, 2011 | Unregistered Commentermdaje
Margie,

I think you've done a great job with the rally and continuing your development in the faith. You're very patient with your sister wives even when they are wrong. I applaud you for that. I always have. Keep fighting the good fight.

-Cameron
February 21, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCameron
Finally, FINALLY, the world is beginning to see us for who we really are.
February 22, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJacke Moncler
Who is the designer of the coat you were wearing when you trying to sell the Mormon Polygamy idea?
February 23, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAndrea
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February 23, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterorkutwala
I wandered onto this page out of curiosity.... Ummmm you people DO know that Margene is a fictional character on a TV series, right? This is just too weird!
February 24, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCamilla
In answer to your question, Camilla. Yes, we know. In fact, if you look at the comments in previous posts, you will see that there are always a few earnest, confused unimaginative souls that feel compelled to point this out.

I suspect that many of them are from Minnesota, where I have had the dubious pleasure of residing for the last year. 'Folks' here would also likely be disconcerted at the thought of people posting comments to a fictional character (but, hey, they also don't recognize basic sarcasm either).
February 24, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterjlpavich
I'm proud of you Margie! Please ask Barb to stay away from that woman she is hanging out with you know the one who is putting all these crazy ideas into her head! Even her mom doesn't like her. Margie you can inspire Barb! You already started with family bible study! Keep going. XXOO
February 25, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterTena(Halifax, NS Canada)
Margene, I love your positive attitude and how you've really become Bill's mainstay right now, but I'm worried that you and your sister wives are heading out on such widely divergent paths. What could bring you together?
February 25, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCarolyn
I have to say congrats for doing the go g blast! my hubbie does alot of mlm things and its a hard road to go but it can work for you. I am proud to see your trying to involve your religion as the bases of your work.

Being young and Proud of who you ad your family are is the best way for any family to grow and move forward.

Oh if you were a real person I bet we would be best of friends. talking about our kids and drinking hot cocoa till 3am. what ever you do dont give up your friendship and dont let your friendship with your neighbor disapear over work.


you def need a friend outside the family and i feel she has a good heart!
February 26, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterbcs New Jersey
...Margene, you're way too old to be this naive...
February 27, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLula Belle
Camilla, what do you mean by "fictional character"? What a second. Are you saying that Margene isn't a real person? You mean Big Love is just a regular TV series and not a reality show?? Seriously?? That explains why Bill never talks about that time he spent with that other chick when they were chasing all those tornadoes. Oh thank GOD you showed up to set everybody straight!! You are so much smarter than the rest of us. You must have gone to community college or something.

It's just a bunch of fans having a little fun. Lighten the eff up, grow an imagination, and maybe take up heavy drinking to kill that bug up your butt.
March 1, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSawTheLight
I am reaching out to the writer for Big Love. The writer whom speaks for Margene. I have a book of writings that I have been writing day and night that have recently enlightened me to my faith, my angels Faith: which crosses all religious boundries, my purpose and my 2nd angels push to make this purpose my path. It will bring the meaning of our purpose as characters in this world and breakdown the angels working for us on our path to becoming one and realizing that there is just one higher power caring for us all and that it is up to us to feel and act that, by fight for our purpose and for the angels whom are fighting for us.
I am just a regular gal whom has always held my personal love for God close to my heart. With recent happenings in the cosmos and changes I have made for the better in my own life and environment: I am getting the new revelations about this purpose I hold and it includes speaking to the writer for Big Love.
Margene, you represent the push that my angels are showing me. This revelation of my own personal faith and my place in the "family" or for me, my purpose on earth.
Please, someone reading this, have the writer for Big Love write to me.
March 1, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSara
This is my real name and I don't appreciate any of your bullshit!
March 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMargene Morrison
If your name isn't really the same as mine and you are trying to harrass me with your shennanigans...you just might see all of us in court. Some of us are trying to run businesses. Check me out. I used to be Camacho.
March 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMargene Morrison
If your name isn't really the same as mine and you are trying to harrass me with your shennanigans...you just might see all of us in court. Some of us are trying to run businesses. Check me out. I used to be Camacho.
March 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMargene Morrison
Does anyone from the show answer questions here? Has that ever happened?

I have a wardrobe question for Kristine Haag or Lexi Cuesta about episode 5.6 DIVORCE. Is the (silk/rayon?) black/beige print dress Barb wore to church in the first third of the episode available through retail somewhere? Would anyone be so kind as to hint where can I find it?

Sincere thanks for taking the trouble to forward our real questions to the appropriate place and a "hang in there" to fictional Margene. You seem to be keeping busy! - Cou
March 15, 2011 | Unregistered Commentercourtney mendoza
Margene, I just want to apologize to you. There aren't many people with our name. When I heard it was used as a character in a fictional television show, I was sure that someone in high places was trying to ridicule me personally. I have had my share of problems! A friend of mine named Professor Robert Cutler once told me that truth is stranger than fiction. And he also said there was no such thing as mental illness, at least in my case my mind was helping me to survive what I had been through. I will try to make a long story short. I would welcome any private investigator that could work pro bono to help prove what I am saying. My biggest problem began in 1989 when my husband, Joe who was born in Saipan (and me in N.C.) was both an Army sergeant and newly rich. His family had leased their land in the Northern Mariana Islands to a Japanese company for millions of dollars. One uncle of questionable character made trips to Hong Kong and the lawyers were in San Francisco. Joe had OCD of the worst kind: the kind that makes ones wife have to perform perfect cleaning. In fact, he brought home his buddies uniforms for me to starch and iron like the dry cleaners. I had 3 children and two were in diapers. He also chased me with a sray can and lighter for fun. I got into a fight with one of his aunts and one of his uncle's girlfriends because they said that even though Big Rosa was Auntie Bernie's sister, they thought she was a bitch. And how I ought not pretend to be sick and should get up and clean some more. You could already see your reflection on my wooden floors. Big Rosa was to come for a visit. So I tried to knock Bernie and Mina's heads together. Joe assumed the fight was my fault. So Uncle Abel, dead now, and Auntie Bernie were out to get me. I had been warned. I tried to apologize when Big Rosa got there. She pushed me to hug Auntie Bernie and she slapped me. I just took it. And I called and apologized to Mina too. I began to get phone calls that threatened me AND MY CHILDREN. I called the police who assumed I was just a hysterical female. They made me stand outside the hospital in the dark with a civilian officer. I have never been afraid of the dark since. I told the cop at least when I am shot you'll take me seriously and protect my children. Silas B. Hayes sent me to Natividad in Salinas. I don't have any evidence that I was treated by Dr. Hodel but he was a psychiatrist and my in-laws could afford to send the best. Strange but medication does not make your phone stop ringing. Girls, did you know that?! I got another Army wife to vouche I really was recieving calls. I couldn't just hang up. I grew up in a Christian home and I wasn't perfect but I did feel an obligation to report the information in the calls. Now, tell me how you keep your mind with all that and MUCH MORE. Oh, did I mention my husband fought a possible court martial and won against the General of the post? Plus the usual problems people have with sick relatives and my son showed signs of Autism but it was 1989, etc,.etc. Well, I went nuts and wrote letters for 20 years. Even after my oldest child and I had to leave CA on the bus to NC and then back to try to bring my youngest two children to NC. Joe put me on the plane with $1000 to get an apartment in the little town of Shallotte (not to be confused with Charlotte, NC where I was born). I wrote letters mainly to JFK assassination researchers because they were understanding. And eventually I made 3 trips to the FBI. My children were raised in Saipan. Joe would send pictures of them very infrequently plus pictures of his matching corvettes, his new Harley, the big building he had built for his mother....I was poor and mentally ill. I walked miles to work until I finally got my driver's license. My life went on and things got worse and worse and worse. I really tried to carry on but in 2001 an old roomate encouraged me to take my diagnosis of schizophrenia and I got SSI based on PTSD. I didn't understand Dr. Hodel died in 1999. I continued to write. I have 5 children and I am a grandmother of 6. God has blessed me. I have a wonderful family. I am artistic and no true crime story gets by me but the story about Dr. George Hill Hodel did. After the book "Most Evil" by Steve Hodel was out for years, I picked it up. The teen-age clerk asked me (a grandma) "Are you sure you want to read THIS?" I had a LIGHTBULB MOMEMT because I could see that all my letters had contained clues to the identity of Dr. George Hill Hodel. I just didn't know his name. For years I have been plagued with flashbacks and nightmnares. His picture on page 19 looks familiar. I want to say this again with satisfaction : By George, I think I've got it! In 1990 Dr. Hodel moved from Hong Kong to San Francisco with his Japanese wife, June. In 1990 my oldest daughter and I left CA on a bus. Joe took our 2 young children to Seattle, and something happened and they moved on to Saipan. 19 years later I got a call "Mom, I'm near you. I'm in Virginia!' That was the happiest time of my life.( Her sergeant got to see the video of our family when my oldest 3 children, Joe and I were living in CA. There also was Mina and Uncle Herman). My daughter looks so much like me. Her friends from the islands could feel the joy that our family felt in seeing my lttle girl all grown up. But for me I just wanted to take her home. My other daughters reminded me that she was grown up now and in the Army and I couldn't take her home with me. But I believe with all my heart that Dr. George Hill Hodel affected us like so many, many other people must have been affected by his crimes. He was the one suspect that was richer, smarter, and better connected than Albert Einstein and it doesn't take an Einstein to figure it out. So, if you ever hear the Rolling Stones song "Sympathy for the Devil" know the lyrics reminded me of Dr. Hodel when he called. Like Steve, who was set up to be a detective by his father: his half-sister was named after a fictional incest victim character "Tamar" by his father, Then he bought the jury in the incest trial that followed. A lot of the depressingly dark influence on our culture is his fault. A lot of negativity is his fault. I wish so much the FBI could prove his guilt as a serial killer so that this dark cloud over our country could be lifted. The Rolling Stones did not sing that the devil was a poor guy who worked in a jumpsuit and kept squirrels for pets in his trailer. Allen, and Marshall (I am no relation to Rick Marshall of CA) and all those poor people who think their fathers did it: Don't think for one minute Hodel didn't create that misery that touched their lives as well as his physical victims. A man served a life sentence for Suzanne Degnan's murder in Chicago, a little girl! Looking back I know that I have already been round and round with the powers that be. They turned the tables on me and made me look like I was saying the government was killing children. I said and I quote: YOU JUST WON'T STOP HIM. So in death Geroge Hodel has a star named after him. Surely he must have known he'd spend eternity in outer darkness. That is the definition of Hell. Thanks for reading. Yes, he told me he was UNTOUCHABLE.
January 16, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMargene Morrison

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