bendrr?.
would bobby grimsley be related to ray grimsley?.
ray was a "technician" at the farm, and he married.
Sure would, Winston! Bobby is Ray's dad. I grew up with Ray and his brother Bob. I did get to spend a little time with Ray and Irene a long time ago when they were newlyweds. She's something else! I'm happy for Ray indeed.
Ray was a total nut when I grew up with him. Is he still into Mustangs?
Do you ever see Ray at all? If you do, tell him Michael says hi.
Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed,
and now, "deep thoughts" by bendrr.. ......... if a white native of south africa immigraged to the united states would he be an african american?.
......... if i don't ask these questions, someone else already has and actually gotten paid for doing so.
when i said i wanted to be a comedian, everyone laughed.
And now, "Deep Thoughts" by Bendrr.
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If a white native of South Africa immigraged to the United States would he be an African American?
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If I don't ask these questions, someone else already has and actually gotten paid for doing so. When I said I wanted to be a comedian, everyone laughed. Well. no one is laughing now!
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If Amway is so great, how come Wal-Marts and K-Marts are closing to make way for Super Wal-Marts and Big K-Marts but there is no Mega-Amway.
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The difference between a Jehovah's Witness and a Chevy Chevette? You can slam the door on a Jehovah's Witness.
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Why does the drive-thru ATM have Braille on the keypad?
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Why do people go into McDonalds and order a double quarter pounder with cheese, super size fries and a DIET coke?
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going to bed now, thought you'd like the first one.
night, buddy.
mike.
Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed,
i "stormed" out of a meeting for the first time in my life tonight.
well, i really just walked really fast, but inside myself i was storming.
anybody catch some of the insolent comments made in the 6/01km?
I notice that the article includes a "call" for mechanics. First of all, we prefer to be called technicians. Or "techs" for short.
I guess since Bobby Grimsley left wt farms, they probably do need techs desparately. (Bobby was my mentor in the art of the wrench)
Since I'm one of the dwindling few who can do some good exhaust work, I'd bet ten dollars to a donut that they don't have anyone who can bend pipe worth a damn. That means all those bethelites will have to put the catalytic converters back on their cars now since no one can run the eliminators!
Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed,
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
The Legend of Bendrr, continued....
(legend in his own mind is more like it)
Anyways, this is all pretty trivial stuff. But it's turned into the first thread I've initiated where I've made some new friends and we all know each other one way or another. (We're probably all related, too)
Back to the story. New hall, dissed at the dedication, elders meetings continue.
Danny, this is about the time Sheila and her husband move in. (Sheila Weeks, but actually I think you may have been talking about her sister Yvonne)
An elder from Hawkinsville, Dan Mason, also moves in. bjc, did you know Dan "The Enforcer" Mason? Ellery Coleman didn't like him too much.
When Dan moved in, the attitude of the elders went from bad to worse. My dad actually stepped down, but wouldn't tell me why truthfully.
Dan decided that I would be his first "case" as the new theocratic police detective in Perry. It was a case that lasted almost 5 years. He followed me in town. He found ways to meet and question people I knew from school and work about me. He questioned friends I had made in other congregations about me. He especially befriended Arra and spent hours questioning Arra about me and constantly making innuendo to Arra's family. Finally after so many things said and so many bullshit meetings, Arra told me we were no longer friends, I was getting him into too much trouble.
From there on, I began moving away. As I quit regular-auxiliary pioneering and "stayed off the radar screens" the harassment seemed to die off. I do miss the reg-aux pio stint. Several sisters became such dear friends. I really became close to Sister Toomer, an older black sister who just thought it was the bomb to go in service with a young buck as myself. We even liked to talk about cars and motorcycles, and she told me about her first crush on a guy with a bike. But I digress...
As time went on, I tried to stay in The Empire. Made new friends in Macon and elsewhere. Had a few real nice girlfriends. I'm sure I broke Kathy's heart when I got df'd in between letters.
Perry was just a really weird place. Kind of isolationist, in a way. Didn't like outsiders much. Very rarely did anyone visit from another congregation, and even rarer still did anyone miss a meeting because they had gone to so-and-so congregation to visit.
Any kind of get-togethers were unheard of. The old-guard kids did stuff together, but they didn't have me around and I decided to respect what they wanted and find my own amusement.
Guess I have Perry to thank for helping me leave The Empire. Had my family stayed in Fort Valley, I would never have grown my hair long or turned a wrench for a living.
Then again, I would never have met the best friends I have today.
Maybe Perry ain't so bad after all!
Well, I've run this one long, off-topic, and personal.
But that is what internet threads are for, and y'all seem like nice enough folks to let a man run his mouth for a while.
Night, y'all.
mike.
Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed,
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
Danny, anytime you want some collard greens and cornbread, you're welcome to come over! I cook the ones you have to strip and cut yourself and use pigtails for flavor.
As far as the cornbread, there is only one brand: Jiffy!
How bout some pork chops to go with it? Put some John Boy and Billy Grillin Sauce on em?
mike.
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
Thanks, Danny. No it wasn't me. Haven't drawn a gun on anyone in several years. And if I were shot, I'd definitely know it as I would have a nice stash of painkillers and a case of brews and my posts would be a lot more colorful.
Safe, I can't believe you did that to Berno! No wonder he doesn't like kids!
Funny how so many know the Perry congregation.
When my family moved there in 82, the congregation was very strange. Might as well make this a long post since we are talking history and the move to Perry ultimately led to my getting fired from The Empire.
My family and another family moved to Perry in 82 from Fort Valley since "the need was great" in Perry.
Another family moved up from Florida, the father having originally been from Perry. (Dell Coffey, anyone remember him?)
When we arrived, Sunday meeting attendance was around 25. Only one elder before all us "newcomers" invaded. James Ross, "old guard" elder of the congregation. Actually 2 elders, counting Oliver Reagan, my great-great uncle. He was very strange to say the least. Singlehandedly kept up the congregation's hours in field service, would laugh about how he was sent to jail by the draft board in WWII and one member of the draft board died in a whorehouse. He didn't get much respect from the old congregation before we came, he had no congregational responsibilities and few speaking parts which is a shame because every talk he gave came from the heart.
When we moved in, it was culture shock for everyone. James Ross' wife was used to handling some congregational duties usually reserved for men like running the sound system, etc. As the body of elders suddenly expanded past one, tensions arose there also. My dad would come home from elders meetings so discouraged at all resistance to change.
I made one friend. The other 2 elders' kids I didn't like and they didn't like me. The friend was a young black dude 4 years younger than me. Arra Lawson. His parents just loved me. Used to call me "Lawson, junior" since I was at their house so much. A few old-guards didn't like it for some reason. Here's a little racial tension for you, the main old-guard who didn't like it was black and thought Arra shouldn't have a white best friend.
As time went on, I became the congregation's only teenager. Boy was THAT fun! Girl-chasing was "ACHTUNG! VERBOTTEN!" for whatever reason I still don't know. When I got my first car at 16, all hell broke loose. Actually that comes from the fact that the other 2 children of elders were still a couple of years younger than me so of course they couldn't have cars. Imagine suddenly being known as a hot-rodder when you drive your grandfather's 76 Mustang II. You remember those "Pinto-Mustangs" with the 4-cylinders that had the power of a Pinto and the gas mileage of a Continental?
Around this time, we built and moved into our new kingdom hall. "Quick-build" my ass! Took near about a year. The building itself went up on the foundation in a weekend but site preparation and finishing work took much longer. The other elders kids were always there but always managed to find a spot to play ball. Arra and I decided to work since that was the right thing to do. We always got the shit jobs. Tarring the retainer wall was the one I remember the best; when I tried to wash the tar off my arms with gasoline, it made the skin on my arms turn exactly the same color and texture as Arra's. He and I and his parents laughed our asses off, I had finally started turning black and the only thing left to go was the blond hair and blue eyes. He and I pulled every shit job you could think of, always working hard to finish them right and quickly while the other kids played. When the hall's dedication slideshow played, every other young person in that congregation was mentioned and commended EXCEPT US.
AOL-TV box won't let me go long, will post this then continue....
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
Dana and Safe4kids:
Dana, Myron Hough (or is if Huff?) was df'd for apostasy I believe in the 70's along with some others in Perry. Never knew him, but I get the impression NO ONE liked him.
Safe, I think the name may not be Bernie, but Berno. Berno Pettersson? Real nerd and hard to get along with, but under the really weird exterior was a very sweet guy.
I think the construction project mentioned in Perry was when they tore down the Blue Diamond (?) to build the old kingdom hall on hwy. 41 south. From what I understand that hotel was a whorehouse and a lot of Perry's "blue-bloods" never forgot where the kingdom hall was built.
They sold that hall in 86 or 87 and built a new one by I-75. I was 16 helping build that one. What a nightmare! Too many chiefs and not enough injuns.
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
bjc, oh boy! Ellery's youngest daughter Brooke was killed in a car wreck last week right in front of the kingdom hall in Hawkinsville.
I didn't know about the separation, but had heard Christie was in Orlando.
Roger Thompson, the one and only! Didn't know about Patsy having cancer, tho. If you were there till 91, did Mona ever find herself a man? She was such a sweet girl.
I lived in Fort Valley till 82, who was your brother? You probably know Berno Petterson then. Very likely if you weren't df'd till 91 you knew my family too.
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
Danny, his name was Bobby Spires from Warner Robins. No keeper, indeed. Honestly though, his biggest sin looking back was being a fun-loving jock who rode a motorcycle which was a big sin in these parts.
Sheila was so sweet, though. A real country girl and so easy to talk to about matters of the heart. She had a natural beauty and could always tell when someone needed a smile.
Sure miss those two, but Bobby was still an idiot!
i had a message to call my mom this afternoon when i got home.
her voice concerned, she said "michael, please call us as soon as you can, we heard you may have been hurt".
i called back to find out what was going on.
Hey there Dana! Welcome to the Georgia Reunion!
I've heard of the McMahons but never met them, before my time.
Mike Reagan is my 3rd Cousin and I know him and his family very well. Married a girl named Becky in the 70's and had 3 kids. Now lives near Augusta, GA but I haven't talked to him since before I was df'd in 92. If you knew him, you had to know Jimmy Reagan and my step dad Charlie Ganas.
Pat Reagan is a name I have heard but don't remember her personally.
If you know those Reagans, you absolutely HAVE to remember Oliver Reagan. Some people called him Otis or Otis Oliver. Strange critter.
So tell me what is your association with Perry?
