| MurderousRobbie My Santa Maria Memories |
| Robbie Dias Tries To Murder Me , Number 1 To begin with, when Robbie Dias (son of Greg Graham ) was 14 years old, my mother, Mabel Dias, accidently put too much onion salt on a sandwich that she then gave to Robbie. His face started to get very red and she gave him water to wash down the onion salt. Robbie said right there that she almost killed him by putting too much onion salt on his sandwich because the onion salt had swelled his throat and almost choked him to death. Later, after graduating from high school and his mother telling him that I was not his father, Robbie, pretending to be studying(he had dropped out of Allan Hancock College), watched me eat the leftovers of some porridge I had made to feed my mother's mother. The next day, when I left the jouse to check the clothes wash, Robbie put in 2 TABLESPOONS of onion salt in the left over porridge of that day- I saw him through the glass window in the side door. He did not stir it into the porridge- he folded a little porridge over the onion salt so I would put a big helping at one time into my mouth- the murderous Robbie Dias thought. When my grandmother heard me come back into the house, she told me she wanted to have more porridge. Here was a chance for me to prove, without a doubt, who Robbie was trying to murder- me or my grandmother. I picked up and started to go to the other room where my grandmother was. I walked close to Robbie was so he could stop me from me from giving my grandmother the porridge, if he wanted to murder ME. Robbie stuck out his foot to trip me. I pretended to trip on his foot. I made sure I spilled the porridge so nobody could eat it. He had tried to murder me. 13-14 years earlier he had heard now- Marie Lundstrom ask if I could kill my mother, so Robbie was trying to kill me, an in-between killing that would leave the last to be killed, my mother's mother with all the moneyso he could inherit it all because none of us others would be paying inheiritence taxes if each died and received the money one at a time. In other words, me and my mother and my grandmother and his half-sister Lynette would have to be killed, by him, so he could get that money. If my mother's mother had died from eating that porridge, then an extra part of the estate would he paid in taxes by my mother when she would inheirit the estate of her mother, Murderous Robbie Dias thought. |
| Robbie Dias Tries To Murder Me, Number 2 A busy day for me- I have a tv show tape(no time to watch it), I will be watching and helping my mother's mother and I have lunch to make for her, after I wash the dishes. My mother asks me if I want some of her white port wine when a visitor comes. I haven't had much booze lately, but two ounces of that particular white port wine is always good to me(then). Robbie overhears me say that I can have time to get some in about 20 minutes. Robbie finishes his faking of doing homework and quickly goes out to his car and leaves in it. 15 minutes later, he returns in time to see my mother put back the wine, without pouring me me any. Robbie goes into the room where the wine is and slams the door behind him. In 5 minutes he comes out and goes outside. I get my two ounces and take it to my house. I drink it slowly, as usual and now thankfully slowly. Without realizing it, I lose conciousness and wake up 2 hours later. I try to stand, but I can feel my blood start rushing through me when I try to move- so I sit motionless for 3 hours or so. Then suspecting something about the wine, I dared to go to check the bottle. I found that the after-drinking bottle is brand new, with no drugs in it- with the old, dirty cap on it! When I had poured the 2 ounces, I noticed that that the bottle was dirty and the label worn and the seal on the cap was missing. The after-murder attempt bottle was brand-new, clean and with the old dirty cap. Robbie had the smarts to put back a drugless bottle of wine, but stupid enough not to think of the condition of the bottle and cap and the idea of liquor bottles having a tax seal on it. I had the smarts to sit still long enough for the poison to go through me slow, instead of doing the work that Robbie had heard me say I was going to do. |
| Robbie Tries To Murder Me, Number 3 There sits Robbie, again pretending to be studying for a class at Hancock College. The college thing was just a scam to get somebody to give him the money for the classes and books- he turned in the books for a full refund and withdrew from the classes for a full refund, him keeping the money. Today, I just think pity for the slime he is. Some slime- when he hears me say to my mother that I am going downtown in a hour, he goes out to the 1957 Ford that he knows I drive The car that my mother owns and that she banned him from driving. I see him reaching over the engine, doing whatever. I am a little suspicious, considering his previous tries to murder me. This time the suspicions pay off- I am driving carefully down the street when I start to slow for a red light. All of a sudden, the engine starts running full open. It happened to me before, so I put on the brake and start trying to but the transmission in reverse. I slow down the acceleration a little. The parking brake helps some. As I get near the intersection, the traffic is busy crossing in front of me. But I get lucky- I see an opening and turn right so I can use the cross street for extra room to stop. Safe. Looking under the hood, I see what I knew all before. Robbie had uncoiled the wire holding back the gas linkage from running full open. A guy named Frank Grimshaw had done that to my old pickup in the 1970s- Frank Grimshaw had gotten my wife, now Marie Lundstrom pregnant and tried to get me out the way. I had told her how he tried to murder me and now she had told her son Robbie how to try to murder me. Robbie is not Frank Grimshaw's son- that baby was aborted. With one kid of hers from another guy trying to kill me, good that I have not had to dodge Frank Grimshaw's kid's tries to murder me(Marie would have taught that kid to try to kill me too, in her search for $$$$$). |
| Robbie Dias Tries To Murder Me, Number 4 I was watching something on tv. Not much, so I was alert to a sound that I heard outside - footsteps on a wooden sidewalk. I went to the door that I had left open about 2 inches for air. I peeked outside and watched as Robbie moved a heavy(4 3 pounds) dustpan that I had been using for cleaning the sidewalk. Robbie put it in front of his right foot, practicing two times as if he was picking it up. Then he called me to come and talk with him. Considering his past tries to murder me and considering that he had set up a possible murder weapon AND that my mother, the owner of the house I was in, had ordered him to not go near- I sure was cautious. When I went out on the porch, I put my toes on the wooden frame of the screen door between him and me, digging my heel into the carpet- five Robbies could not open the screen door. Robbie tried to bait me into going out where he was, I stayed silent, he picked up the dustpan like he had practiced and pushed against the door until he was red in the face. He thrust the dustpan over and over at me, his eyes focused at my chest- because my mother had said to him that I had a heart condition. That part of his premeditation to kill me, along with setting up the instrument to kill me, plus laying in wait outside more than makes his attempt to kill me attempted murder. Now, obviously, he failed. My mother had been watching- so she ordered him off the farm, forever. |