Terry...your title is disingenuous. Have you actually read the book her son Howard Nicholson wrote about his mum? Its called You don't know Viv....available on kindle.
i would suggest you read as seems you don'tknow much about her either.
vivian nicholson.
everybody called her “viv.”she worked in a factory as a mother of 4 kids.
she lived in yorkshire.now viv was not yet a jehovah’s witness when what happened...happened.it was after what happened she turned to the cult for solace.what horrible event had ruined her life you ask?viv’s husband had bought a winning lottery ticket and won $5.5 million.in the u.k. they call it playing the “ football pools.”they were the biggest winners in history (at the time) and the year was 1961.the first question winners are asked is: “what will you do with all that cash?”viv’s honest reply later became the title of her book (and a musical!
Terry...your title is disingenuous. Have you actually read the book her son Howard Nicholson wrote about his mum? Its called You don't know Viv....available on kindle.
i would suggest you read as seems you don'tknow much about her either.
thanks jt, your post makes alot of sense had i been the type you speak of, but i'm afraid i still feel as i did in the original post.
"jipped" "duped" "bamboozeled" and "hoodwinked".......ummmm no.
do me one small favor, in fact i often ask this of folks and i ask it of you as well.
so miss theae old posters....where does the time go.....
thanks jt, your post makes alot of sense had i been the type you speak of, but i'm afraid i still feel as i did in the original post.
"jipped" "duped" "bamboozeled" and "hoodwinked".......ummmm no.
do me one small favor, in fact i often ask this of folks and i ask it of you as well.
haha 15 years.....Nope.
http://jwdoctrine.com/memorial-invitation-2018-demonic-subliminal/.
memorial invitation : subliminal message.
at first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the invitation but on closer look a disturbing detail becomes apparent.it is in the upper right corner of the illustration of jesus christ celebrating the last supper with his disciples in the upper room...there seem to be trees outside the window but on closer inspection, all thanks to the pdf format of the invitation that allows you a very close look down to the fine detail, these are not trees but letters!!!.
the guardian, no less, is asking for stories of abuse at the hands of jws.
they seem to be doing a serious investigation, you can tell your story anonymously, on the record or in any combination to suit you.
this may be the start of a real spotlight on dubdom.
Child abuse of any kind is heinous. That we all know.
I really just can't help thinking that a call on exjw sites whether here or reddit will give a misguided few a reason to fabricate in order to get back at JW's or the Watchtower at any cost. A shame for sure when this will hurt any genuine cases.
There. I said it.
well 55 yo this summer times flies.. was in my late thirties when i started thinking about getting braces or some other treatment for my crowded teeth.
decided to put it off a few years later as 'the new system' ™ was right around the corner.
then went through a huge burn out depression and my teeth became a lesser priority.
A few years back i was moaning about how expensive dental treatment was. Someone said to me would you rather have money in your wallet or teeth in your head.....that sold it. Get them sorted, it feels great to have a decent smile 😁
my dad died 2 weeks ago on sunday.
i will miss him so much.
he was the funniest most greatest man i have ever known.. granted for the first 30 years i wasnt that much keen on him and i don't think he was on me much either.....let me explain.. mum and dad met in 1964, mum was the prettiest girl in the town, mini skirts, raised hair, the daintiest figure, she looked the spit of audrey hepburn at breakfast at tiffanys.
Thanks. I wanted to add I did have a truly great last 18 years wirh dad since that shared bottle of JD in 2000.
Will be so glad when funeral is out the way.
Poor mum has lost her mum (my nan) last October and now my dad after 52 years. We will all look after her and cherish memories of dad.
there are a number of things that don't make sense to me about your religion.
a. blood prohibitions: .
- plasma...when all components of plasma are acceptable to the society.
Vanderhoven.....what are your beliefs now?
well 55 yo this summer times flies.. was in my late thirties when i started thinking about getting braces or some other treatment for my crowded teeth.
decided to put it off a few years later as 'the new system' ™ was right around the corner.
then went through a huge burn out depression and my teeth became a lesser priority.
Surely youre not blaming the Watchtower for your teeth!!! Too funny.
Dont go for dentures...see if the dentist can cosmetically fit some implants. I had 2 fitted last year and altho expensive i now look like barry gibb.
Give it a try!!
my dad died 2 weeks ago on sunday.
i will miss him so much.
he was the funniest most greatest man i have ever known.. granted for the first 30 years i wasnt that much keen on him and i don't think he was on me much either.....let me explain.. mum and dad met in 1964, mum was the prettiest girl in the town, mini skirts, raised hair, the daintiest figure, she looked the spit of audrey hepburn at breakfast at tiffanys.
My dad died 2 weeks ago on sunday. I will miss him so much. He was the funniest most greatest man I have ever known.
Granted for the first 30 years i wasnt that much keen on him and I don't think he was on me much either.....let me explain.
Mum and dad met in 1964, mum was the prettiest girl in the town, mini skirts, raised hair, the daintiest figure, she looked the spit of audrey hepburn at breakfast at tiffanys. Dad was mean, hair brylcreemed motorbike and a rocker thru and thru. He would wait for mum on his bike outside the factory she worked in. Mum would make excuses not to see him....but i guess at some point something gave. Mum would spend 2 hours getting ready to meet him at the pub, and dad would start a fight within 5 minutes of getting there.. mum said she would run all the way home. .i guess it was the 60's and dad was tough.
In 1966 they were married, i looked at the photos today, mum as beautiful as ever, and dad...well i could see what she must have saw in him too, he was kind of handsome like me (lol)
My sister was born 1968 and i foĺlowed in 1970. To me it was a tough upbringing. Around this time 2 sisters knocked on the door and mum became a witness. Dad had no objections, i guess he was too busy at the pub. They had no money but enough that seemed to be able to allow dad to spend lunchtime and early evenings in the pub, mum worked at the local sweetshop and had enough to get us a 10p mix and the bus fair to get to the meetings.
Dad always made sure we had a holiday in devon each year and a bag full of presents at xmas i will always remember that.
He didnt much like me growing up, and painful memories, too many to post on here happened whilst my sister flourished.i wasn't hard dine by just by him, my mum always made up the shortfall.
l think probably the last straw was the realisation that i was gay at 16 that shook my dad up most. It was bad enough being a witness and upsetting my mum, but to a manly man like my dad, it was just too much. That was the first time i saw them both cry albeit for different reasons. I was not a man in my dads eyes and i was leaving the truth in my mums. I had tried hard to be both but was neither.
I moved away. Had relationships and barely kept in touch.
Forward to 2000. 30 year old me and made proper contact. Oh why didn't I do it earlier. I made up my relationship with them both, around a table one sunday over a roast dinner and a bottle of jack daniels dad and we made our peace...he of course could never accept the gay thing, and didnt for years.....however in 2014 my now ex other half picked me up outside and dad said tell him to come in, this has gone on long enough. And so he, after a nervous 10 minutes, did. Dad poured him a JD.
Thanks dad.
Mum? Well she like me,my sister and brother are now bereft without him...I spent the last month shaving washing and talking to him. He died sunday 18th. A stroke took him in the bathroom and my sister and me carried him to mums bed. Within 20 minures he was gone. My big tough manly dad. We talked to him gently in his ear to the end.
Mum is inactive, but i am truly grateful that a sister came round yesterday and spent a couple of hours with mum and made her feel so much better. That meant alot and i am grateful to the other witnesses that have given so much comfort.
There is so much more to this whole story but it was just sitting here and something I wanted to share whilst its dark and quiet.
Look after those you love.
Scott