My Wierd memorial story 2012...I was going to "swig it."

by Witness 007 14 Replies latest jw friends

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  Jim_TX

  Well, it sounds like fun was had by all. ;-)

  Speaking of being late... when I still lived at my mom's house... I was about 21 or so. I had just recently gotten my driver's license. I usually drove my two younger brothers to the hall, just so we could get there on time - which meant arriving about 30 minutes early so that we could do the things that we had been assigned (or goof off... whichever came first).

  Anyway, the congregation grew too large, and they decided to split it up, making two congregations. I wasn't going to the new congregation, but talked to one of the fellas in charge, and he said that I could be put into the new congregation being set up.

  When my mom and siblings heard the news, they just about had a cow. My older sister even drove me to a parking lot and had a talk with me where she read me the riot act. She pretty much told me that I couldn't go, as I was the one who was getting my younger brothers to the kh on time.

  Yeah... none of the ladies of the family could get it together quick enough to get to the kh on time, and usually walked in during the song.

  It was soon after that that I left home, and they had to figure out how to get my brothers there 'on time' without me. heh heh heh

  Regards,

  Jim TX
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  Phizzy

  "I was going to swig it " BOY ! did that bring back memories ! I have always been a natural born rebel, if I was not supposed to do something, I yearned to do it !

  When that bread passed me by, I wanted to nibble a bit, but the wine ! I could smell the bouquet and just wanted a swig, and this was when I was really young before I was drinker, (so pre-teen LOL)

  If I attended now I would without doubt munch the crackers most noisily, with a supplementary little belch, and I would heartily drink of the wine, so that only a dribble remained in the glass, well why not? some Elder would only swig it later anyway.
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  Phizzy

  "I was going to swig it " BOY ! did that bring back memories ! I have always been a natural born rebel, if I was not supposed to do something, I yearned to do it !

  When that bread passed me by, I wanted to nibble a bit, but the wine ! I could smell the bouquet and just wanted a swig, and this was when I was really young before I was drinker, (so pre-teen LOL)

  If I attended now I would without doubt munch the crackers most noisily, with a supplementary little belch, and I would heartily drink of the wine, so that only a dribble remained in the glass, well why not? some Elder would only swig it later anyway.
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  Phizzy

  Whoops, too much red wine makes for fat finger double post !
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  Disillusioned Lost-Lamb

  Tehehe, Love the stories!

  I was about ten minutes late this year. I really didn't want to go and drug my but off the couch a little too late. Afterwards I fed everyone a line about poking myself in the eye with a make-up brush and everyone bought it.

  The best part is I didn't really miss anything.

  BTW I'm always late to the meat-ings; hey I figure every minute late is another minute not listening to their nonsense. I know this really irks my Mom too because she knows I’m punctual and hate being late (to anything that matters, that is).