Greetings and thanks, ZAPPA-ESQUE, Tallon, and Nancy Drew:
It is very nice to see your comments -- and links -- first thing of a Monday morning. I look forward to an upcoming visit to the Pacific coast early fall.
Gratefully . . .
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
Greetings and thanks, ZAPPA-ESQUE, Tallon, and Nancy Drew:
It is very nice to see your comments -- and links -- first thing of a Monday morning. I look forward to an upcoming visit to the Pacific coast early fall.
Gratefully . . .
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
Little man of the sea . . .
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
Greetings, Esse quam videri:
So right you are, but, on paper, I am a drama king. I whip a little bit of lather into a frothy meringue and -- it is hoped -- have readers laughing and crying and screaming and . . .
I really like how you made your point, Eqv. You are quite a serious-minded hoot!
Blessings and peace.
i am approaching 76 years old.
i can clearly recall that awake!
statement and similar during the pre-1975 hype -- "staying alive in '75", et al.
THANK YOU, Len!
It's helpful to see the cover once again, with all the vital statistics. Does the original thread still exist in the archives? I hope so, in order to retrace the contributions leading to the final rendering above.
Ann was dear to me, in particular; Nurse Sophie was a kick in the pants; Clarence was a jokester; John was onetime missionary partner to a good friend; Mary was sweet and hardworking; George was . . .
Your insightful point about my relation to them -- the remembrance nestled away somewhere in my cranium till now -- is why I do not regret my time spent as a JW. I could have known these dear people in another time, setting, church . . .
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
Thank you, millie!
So very nice to see you here -- at the sea!
Best . . .
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
THE SEA ONCE HELD this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.
I loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity. I took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.
I, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea. Today, a man in the physical sense, I no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode. I reside in The City. Luxuries absent during youth abound, satisfying beyond mere need. The sterile vista I gaze upon is that of steel and stone and glass; its combination in regal, imposing edifices commands my admiring view yet scarcely my heart.
Yesterday's child has vanished from all remembrance . . .
i am approaching 76 years old.
i can clearly recall that awake!
statement and similar during the pre-1975 hype -- "staying alive in '75", et al.
Greetings, FatFreek:
Wishing you and yours well.
Do you recall putting up the cover of AWAKE! that showed the elderly Bethelites whose generation would not pass away until all these things occurred? I identified Clarence Ulrich for you. Many on that cover were dear friends to me -- and they are all gone. As you may already know, not all on the cover claimed to be of the anointed remnant (if that term is even understood by newer JWs).
I worked with them at Bethel; we were all so dedicated to searching out worthy ones, truly believing our work at the factory would take us to our goal. Not to forget the hours spent in the field after work and all weekend long!
I don't regret my service to my fellowman and to the One whom I once revered as The Almighty. But I, too, quit college and had 15 minutes of fame as a Bethel poster boy after giving my experience at a Kings County assembly.
What a world, what a world . . .
without going into details.
it appears that new light might be coming down the pipes that beards are acceptable.
So, what do you think of my Andy Warholesque ginger head & beard? Can't help it people call me Jesus . . . Of course, the JW Jesus is brunet and has a modern cut!
without going into details.
it appears that new light might be coming down the pipes that beards are acceptable.
Was Jesus a ginger?
greetings, fellow posters:.
if you're from the uk -- or of the pure english expression in another kingdom -- you have probably heard this expression.
i learned it from an elderly english chap.
Greetings, Fellow Posters:
If you're from the UK -- or of the pure English expression in another kingdom -- you have probably heard this expression. I learned it from an elderly English chap. It seems to fit many of us here in our circumstances:
To send someone to Coventry is an English idiom meaning to deliberately ostracise someone. Typically, this is done by not talking to them, avoiding someone's company, and generally pretending that they no longer exist. Victims are treated as though they are completely invisible and inaudible. -- Wikipedia.org