Ah! Here's the reply box.
Kudos to Scully, and thanks, Atlantis, for all you have done, too!
CoCo
if you are a new person to the board you might want to send scully a pm thanking her for her hard work and dedication.
the boe project owes her for helping it to get started.. example:.
several years ago there was a website called (dirtclod.com) who had the courage to display the boes right out in front of everybody.
Ah! Here's the reply box.
Kudos to Scully, and thanks, Atlantis, for all you have done, too!
CoCo
i walked into a room full of strangers.. that, of itself, caused me no discomfort.. what hurt was that the few i did know.
had forgotten me and our time together.. perhaps, too many years had passed;.
i should have stayed in touch .
Divergent:
EXCELLENT! Spot on.
"Forgotten" was inspired from my attending a church funeral. The few I did know I hadn't seen in some 20 years. One remembered me and hugged and kissed me. That took away the pain.
THANKS!
CoCo
i walked into a room full of strangers.. that, of itself, caused me no discomfort.. what hurt was that the few i did know.
had forgotten me and our time together.. perhaps, too many years had passed;.
i should have stayed in touch .
I walked into a room full of strangers.
That, of itself, caused me no discomfort.
What hurt was that the few I did know
Had forgotten me and our time together.
Perhaps, too many years had passed;
I should have stayed in touch . . .
my dog and other pets do their "business" and run away and are happy.. man does not have that luxury.
any thoughts on why animals were created with the "poop and go" capacity while man has to go through more steps?
was this perhaps an additional issue that god added on when adam and eve sinned (such as eve having significant more birth pains)?
I can't speak for international cinema, but, in American film, actors had no need of toilets until Alfred Hitchcock brandished one (against code, I believe) in 1960:
PSYCHO . . .
CC
i have become stagnant in heart, mind, body.
nothing fits nor operates as it should.
i recollect, without emotion, the heights that had, at one time, been my surrogate guardian.
Now I'm 3,000 miles away and almost 45 years away from that memory. Blessed be the things we later appreciate.
What a beautiful post, Village Idiot!
I appreciate your sharing that slice of remembrance past. Likewise, I hated Pys Ed, but was not able to avoid it. We all have found ways to make life bearable through dreams of the day or those of the night. Growing up in poverty has enriched my life.
Love the kitty tale!
Thanks so much.
CoCo
i have become stagnant in heart, mind, body.
nothing fits nor operates as it should.
i recollect, without emotion, the heights that had, at one time, been my surrogate guardian.
I have become stagnant in heart, mind, body. Nothing fits nor operates as it should.
I recollect, without emotion, the Heights that had, at one time, been my surrogate guardian. My impoverished family loved and cherished our land stretching outward beyond infinity, but it was I, more than all others, that took to the dreary landscape. In a most peculiar manner, the dank surroundings soothed and enveloped me in crawling mists, which were more welcome than the evaporating rays of a summer sun.
I, however, am no longer that joyful lad who found delight in the weird and the grotesque. A man in the physical sense of the word but devoid of the erstwhile childlike fascination with a magical existence, I now reside in The City and am comforted with my needs fulfilled and luxuries absent during youth. The view upon which I now gaze is that of steel and stone and glass; its combination in regal, imposing edifices commands my admiring view yet scarcely my heart.
It is through a clean and shining pane that I survey my kingdom as the wild child of yore vanishes from all remembrance . . .
while doing some research, i stumbled upon a blog written by a former bethelite.
his name is john bechtel.
the blog is several years old.
John was a friend. I can't remember everything those 40-plus ago, but I surely haven't forgotten him.
CC
i wanted to see how short i could make a story and it still would be effective.
you be the judge.
did i succeed?.
Nice, Terry!
Should I pm my suggestions? I don't like making edits public on forum posts, unless the writer is all right with it.
BTW: Marion Crane . . .
CoCo
today is friday.
so let's see something refreshing on the new june 2016 study wt.
tight pants!.
At Bethel, early '70s, flairs and bell bottoms were banned, except in your own room, per N.H.K.
CC
jerry jones on youtube exposed a jw couple who were begging for money on gofundme.
this is his youtube .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feohxtbml2c.
There's been plenty of stories like "Andre the pioneer needed new tires but couldn't afford them and was praying for help, but afraid he'd have to quit pioneering. After the meeting he found an envelope with enough money taped to his steering wheel. Hooray, Jehovah provided." Billy the Ex
My young family and I planned to go to a district convention many years ago, but the tires on my vintage Cadillac were badly worn. As a safety-conscious family man, who was both an elder and pioneer, I feared for my family's safety, perhaps, too, for innocent drivers and their families into whom I could, possibly, plow should one or all of my tires blow and send me careering across the motor way.
Whether it appears strategic or logical from a human standpoint -- or NOT -- good JWs do not falter in their determination to put spiritual matters first. We firmly resolved to go, with tires or no tires. BTW, The Caddy was quite choice, apart from balding rubber.
Subsequent to our decision, a family member -- who was not a lover of our truth and of our God -- gave us a newer sedan with BRAND NEW TIRES! All I prayed for was tires, scarcely expecting a newer and better car.
We came and went to the convention with no tire troubles whatsoever. Our New Yorker stalled and conked out numerous times in San Francisco traffic, but Jehovah moved an unbeliever to assist us in our time of need. All the rest is of no consequence.
Thanks, Billy!
CoCo