Wow...your story makes me wonder if you should have taken my advice to come to the Tri-Cities.
The wife and I visited a friend of hers, last week that just moved into a new home in West Pasco. I'm flabbergasted at all the new homes going up in the Tri-Cities, especially Pasco.
Hopefully you'll find that home soon.
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Back in Washington after 8 18 hour days...
by Bryan inas many of you know, we relocated to washington state.
i was in the middle of remodeling our house when we left, so i flew back 10 days ago to finish.
8 days 18 hours a day to get 98% done.
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Cant get nobody to give the sunday talk
by darth frosty ini was just talking to a friend of mine who is the talk coordinator at his hall.
he was telling me that he cant get brothers to come and give talks at his hall.
i remember when i was giving talks that was all the rage.
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''Maybe the Watchtower will send each congregation taped TALKS so they can all be in unity with one another and then the local elders can concentrate on more important things like investigating allegations of wrongdoing.''
My parents started attending meetings back in 1949. Then we moved about 20 miles and started attending a different congregation, much smaller.
There was an older couple there, who had been in the "truth" for many years.
He had at least one, perhaps more, old portable phonographs that the witnesses used to carry around. I'm not sure but what some of the records they had were used as public talks, back in the 1930s. -
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New Stupid Assembly Rules
by WTWizard ini have heard on this discussion board numerous rules that apply to upcoming a$$emblies.
some are designed to stop people from meeting the opposite sex; others, to make sure everyone is always ready to recruit new members into the scam.
i heard that some km inserts have been urging those whose congregation has cleaning assignments to sit in the section that they are assigned to clean.
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Back when I was a teenager (1953-1963), I volunteered to work in the food serving, or wash up afterwards, as that got me away from my abusive father who thought nothing of slapping me if I wiggled too much, or somehow made him think I wasn't paying attention.
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Some outrageous counsel I received once ...
by Frequent_Fader_Miles ini was reading an earlier thread about ridiculous counsel and i just had to share this one with everyone.. you know how sometimes around christmas time merchandisers would package their products in a more "festive" wrapper?
the largest bread company here does that every year.
well one yuletide season (when i was about 7 years old), i was helping myself to a couple slices of bread and my aunt saw me.
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To provide a setting for this little story, I have to go back several years. My first wife's family, of whom she was the youngest were coming to our home for a family get together. With one exception, a sister, all of her family are active JWs. The exception is an older sister, more like a mother to my now ex-wife than a sister is Catholic. (she married out of the truth as the saying goes) I've always been one to pick things up, and in this case I had a number of telegraph/telephone insulators from years of hiking and hunting. I'd found an old arm from a telegraph line along the railroad that is near our home, so I put it up on a post, and then set the insulators on their respective pegs, and trained a Jacob's Coat, climbing rose around the post. Most thought it quite pretty, but then, those who were JWs thought I had erected a cross. So, get this. I had to take saw and cut the top of the "telegraph post" off flush with the top of the cross arm upon which sat the glass insulators so it wouldn't look like a cross! One has to wonder about whether in their travels when a Jehovah's Witness travels along a highway with a railroad running alongside if they have to avert their eyes because they don't believe in the cross.
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Towson MD JW Patty Kelly sought by lost love
by Fe2O3Girl inhttp://news.mywebpal.com/news_tool_v2.cfm?show=localnews&pnpid=659&newsid=795857&categoryid=1840&on=1.
he is trying to find former towson resident patricia arlene kelly, whom he first met in 1942 when they were both in the fourth grade in a three-room schoolhouse in brewerton, n.y., according to a letter 73-year-old claude chubb wilkins, of syracuse, n.y., sent to the towson library...........
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That's a very touching story. I hope the two are reunited. I myself have often wondered what happened to a little blonde girl, Jerri, that I had a crush on in the little three room grade school she and I went to located a few miles west of Yakima, WA. In the mid-late '40s, we didn't even have indoor plumbing facilities.
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They're baaaack! J.W. urban legends
by NikL ingot a e mail today full of urban legends j.w.
style.
the heading is "jehovah knows what's going on".
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With respect to Story #3, the Kingdom Hall in Florida that needed backfilling, again I have problems with. Given enough volunteers, and enough wheelbarrows, and people willing to man the shovels and wheelbarrows, it wouldn't have taken long to backfill.
Also I believe the backfilling would have been done around the outside foundation walls of the hall rather than the inner areas...Making it even better, because less material needed to be moved to backfill around the hall. After all, we're not digging out a basement, only to fill it back in again. LOL
Not only that. In order to do the job of backfilling correctly, rather than using a bulldozer to backfill with, the job should be done in stages...filling and tamping/settling either by walking the backfill down by hand...or using gas or electric powered "whackers" which tamp the soil down, so that when the job is finished, there will be no unsightly settling round the area after it's been landscaped or turned into parking lot for their vehicles. -
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They're baaaack! J.W. urban legends
by NikL ingot a e mail today full of urban legends j.w.
style.
the heading is "jehovah knows what's going on".
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The story about the Quick Build Kingdom Hall lacking enough trusses to finish the job, and then a truck wrecking that had the necessary trusses sound like B.S. to me.
I've worked in construction for many years until I retired a few years ago.
The chances of the trusses on the wrecked truck being of the right length so as to be useful for the Kingdom Hall being built are astronomical. The width or length of the new Kingdom Hall, the pitch of the roof, matching, all play a factor in how a truss is designed and built for the job it's intended for.
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Honeymoon Disfellowshippings
by dozy inone of the anomalies of the disfellowshipping process is the common situation when someone who is unscripturally divorced remarries.
in these occasions , the instruction is to always disfellowship the individual , regardless of repentance or attitude - what is referred to as a honeymoon df in elders jargon.
hence you have the (to me) bizarre situation of privately reproving a child molester , rapist or murderer one week and disfellowshipping a newly remarried middle aged sister who has been divorced for 20 years the next week.
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A few months after my first wife left me for someone she met on-line, I was visited by two younger elders from the congregation that we attended. They asked numerous questions, some embarrassing, made copious notes, etc. I told them the history of our marriage, and filled them in on what she'd done to end our marriage. She filed for a divorce, in early 1999. The process took almost one year, becoming finalized in February of 2000. In March of 2001 I met and fell in love with a woman, a non-believer, and 13 months later, we married in a private ceremony at the Hitching Post in Cour D'Alene, Idaho. For several years her family shunned her, would have nothing to do with her, to the extent her only brother, (she had 5 sisters and one brother, all older than she is) all except for one of her older sisters who was non JW. Her brother, an elder wrote her a letter condemning her for her actions. On New Year's Eve of 2005, my ex married a non-believer after dating him for approximately three weeks. Last fall, one of the more elder of her sisters passed away, the victim of cancer at the age of 88. She had been a staunch JW for most of her life. At one point in my life, she was like a 2nd mother to me. My ex attended the funeral services and was treated just like one of the family. The shunning seemed to have been totally wiped out. I feel the reason she is no longer shunned, is because I married before she did. Thus I became the "adulterer" in this case, leaving her free to marry without being considered to be an immoral person. For the most part, except for her unbelieving sister and that sister's family, the rest of the family all JWs know nothing of her lifestyle while she was single. They don't know she left me for a man who promised her the world, slept with her for three days, then sent her back to our home town to file for a divorce so he could marry her. HA! She lived with upwards of 5 men after she divorced me. To me it simply means the JWs can turn a blind eye when they want to.
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So true, Juni, so true.
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Yankee Stadium? Not again!
by truthsetsonefree inword has it in new york city that the cozy days at nassau colisseum are over.
(for those of you unfamiliar with new york, the district conventions have been held at an indoor colisseum for for several years now.
prior to that new yorkers were forced into sitting for 3+ days in a hot, humid, sometimes rainy outdoor stadium.
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My parents took me to New York for the 1953 assembly, I was 12 + at the time. We stayed at the camping grounds set up in New Jersey. We lived in Central Washington at the time in the lower Yakima Valley. I'll never forget the young girl from Florida that was camping near by and spent quite a bit of time visiting us at our little spot. My mother washed clothes by hand one day, and the little girl asked her about my undershorts hanging on the line, as she'd never seen the like. I was so embarrassed. She related to my mother that her brothers didn't wear underwear. LOL We did go into the assembly grounds one day, riding with friends from our congregation, in their borrowed International Pickup truck. We also visited the Radio Station WTTBS (?) located on Staten Island. My mother, riding in the back of the truck, while it crossed the water on a ferry, got seasick! It rained while we were camped there, and the camp grounds were a muddy mess. I remember to, the bathing facilities, and the latrines set up for us. In 1958, I had the opportunity to ride back to New York for the assembly, held at Yankee Stadium and the Polo Grounds. It was my first opportunity for me to be on my own, albeit my sponsors were my best friends parents, the Congregation Servant as we called them then and his wife and family. On this occasion, we stayed with a Negro family of good will who graciously allowed us to sleep in their basement while there. On our return trip, we visited the farm at Gilead. I'd grown up on a farm in Washington, and while watching the herd being milked asked if I might have a cup of warm milk, and was rebuked for asking by one of the workers there. We traveled in an old city bus, powered by a Chevrolet Stovebolt 6, which expired twice on the trip, requiring some delay while installing a new engine. As far as mother nature goes, I don't remember it being particularly hot at the assembly, but that can be attributed to the fact, I was used to working in the fields in the Yakima Valley and the oddities of the weather didn't bother me. I have other good memories of attending both assemblies. One of those revolves around getting my first taste of pizza during the 1958 assembly. I bought a slice of pizza at a stand, located in the outside wall of Yankee Stadium, at a cost of $0.15. It was nothing like today's pizza...simply a cheese/tomato pizza but to me it was like manna from heaven. I had pizza every day while there. My friend and I skipped out of several meetings and rode the subway around New York City, exploring, even going to Coney Island a couple of times. As far as hot and humid goes, the last assembly I attended, a district assembly in Kennewick, Washington in 1999, was for me a miserable experience. Not only was it hot and humid, but I couldn't hear much of what the speakers said because of the lousy speaker system. Something I've noticed at many of the assemblies, in the later years.