So Freddie Franz was right the GREAT Tribulation began in 1975???? huhNot
Remember the summer of 76? Apparently, it was the best year all round
by Simon 24 Replies latest jw friends
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PopeOfEruke
We had the WHOLE of 1976 to play Bob Dylans' Desire LP.
"Here come the story of the Hur-ri-cane...."
And the words still ring true:
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.Man that was/is a great record!
Pope
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imallgrowedup
Of course it was the best year, I was born then!
Now I feel ancient. I graduated from junior high that year.
growedup of the "old and crotchety class"
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Cicatrix
Oh yes, I was ten, and we just moved back to the US from Europe. I was in culture shock, having lived in Germany since the age of five. I missed my Gummi Bears and yogurt (our town in the states didn't get them until four years later), but I took to Big Macs and the show "Little House on the Prairie" right away. And it was the Bicentennial to boot, so we put up a flag and went to the fourth of July parade and to see the fireworks. I had my OWN room for the first time in my life (with orange and yellow shag carpet, lol), a garden to play in, and a river to fish in. And cable TV!! Yep, it WAS the best year all around:)
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Satanus
No, really, the old system ended, typically/figuratively/symbolicly, in 1975, so 1976 was the beginning of the typical/figurative/symbolic thousand yr (heavenly/prophetic yrs of 360 days) riegn of peace by jesus, the typical/figurative/symbolic lord of the typical/figurative/symbolic sabbath. What w satan and his hordes typically/figuratively/symbolicly chained and inactive in the typical/figurative/symbolic abyss, this would have the subtle affect of making it a good yr. Or, something like that. I was still in the wt daze, so i never noticed.
SS
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imallgrowedup
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You were probably typically/figuratively/symbolically under the influence of mind control!
growedup
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ScoobySnax
I remember summer 1976.....just. I was 5.
Me and my sister got a blanket and with the aid of 2 house bricks and a couple of pegs and a big fence, made ourselves a little den in the garden. The grass all went dead and you could see cracked mud everywhere. Mum kept bringing us out jugs of Orange Squash and Ice cubes to keep us cool, I think Terry Jacks Seasons in the Sun was Top of the Pops, water run out in the southeast of England and there was a standpipe to fill your buckets up with, and the toffee apple man came round on his bike and I was so happy to be in such a long summer holiday,and and and and........oh it was just great, one of my earliest memories
and all that
Scoob
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Thirdson
Twas a good year. I left school, got a job and started college. It was a wonderfully hot summer. Being sponsored through college by an aircraft components company I got to go on some visits. We spent a day at Filton where the last Concordes were being assembled. We didn't get to go on one although they let us walk through a full size mock-up and they let us on the hangar floor to see the aircraft up close. Later on I would work on Concorde fuel valves. As for the fuel pressurization system my company designed it, was deemed too heavy compared to the amount of fuel it was supposed to save so it was abandoned. (I later left the company for "conscience" reasons when I my primary role was designing production methods for a compressor for the Challenger Tank.)
Wasn't Dennis Howell the Labour minister in charge of droughts that year? He became minister for floods when later that winter there was 3 years worth of rain to compensate for the dry summer.
3rd.
(I still have my micrometer from that period, along with my 6 inch steel rule and book of engineering tables. I still use the rule)
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asleif_dufansdottir
Yes, I remember the summer of '76.
It being the Bicentennial, Cheerios had red, white a blue stickers in the box, and about everybody I knew had them plastered all over their notebooks, bikes, etc (for some reason, this has always stuck out in my mind).
We went on vacation in July of that year. While we were in Denver, visiting my Dad's brother, I got to see my first real, big fireworks display on the 4th (it was as impressive as the intro to the "Love, American Style" tv show!) at Lakeside amusement park.
I had grown up in a town of 800 and our fireworks display consisted of *pop* ...ooh...wait a minute...*pop*...ahh...wait a minute...*pop*...ohhh...wait a minute...
This had fireworks of all different types going off constantly. I was impressed!
I also smelled pot for the first time at that event. Dad's brother, the hippie, had to tell us what the smell was.
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Satanus
Growed
A symbolic frontal lobotomy? I like better a real bottle in front of me.
SS