Helen Wate handles all my complaints. So, if you have one, please go to Helen Wate.
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here is your chance to complain.. what is really bothering you and what would you like to see happen?.
go on, let it out; let it all out.
Helen Wate handles all my complaints. So, if you have one, please go to Helen Wate.
tms
keeping in mind that charles taze russell began publishing the watch tower in 1879, it is interesting to note that as early as may, 1882 (zion's watch tower), copies had made their way down to caledonia, mississippi where an unnamed colored congregational minister had also recently read "food" and "tabernacle.
" he wrote to russell begging for a copy of the emphatic diaglott since he couldn't afford it.
in the june issue russell replies: "the colored minister who desired a diaglott has been supplied.
Surprised that this topic did not receive more discussion. Ethnic, racial, national barriers allegedly disappear among Jehovah's people.
Based on the research shared by Kenneson, JW's were dragged kicking and screaming into more racially tolerant practices along with or slightly behind society in general. Their historical core values were otherwise.
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keeping in mind that charles taze russell began publishing the watch tower in 1879, it is interesting to note that as early as may, 1882 (zion's watch tower), copies had made their way down to caledonia, mississippi where an unnamed colored congregational minister had also recently read "food" and "tabernacle.
" he wrote to russell begging for a copy of the emphatic diaglott since he couldn't afford it.
in the june issue russell replies: "the colored minister who desired a diaglott has been supplied.
Kenneson,
Wonderful research!
Modern JW's would want us to put these words in historical context,
based on societal attitudes of the time.
We hold Jehovah's Witnesses to a higher standard. As God's "spirit-
directed" organization, they should have risen above the status quo.
I'm old enough to have experienced the "desegregation" of Jehovah's
people, and know that despite the platitudes, it was not accomplished
without much internal resistance from JW rank and file. It was also
not accomplished before the advances of the modern so-called "civil
rights movement."
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Abaddon,
"I especially like Eddie Vedder's version sang at Bobfest..."
Yes. One of my favorite music video tapes, what Neil Young referred to as "Bobfest," actually a concert commemorating Dylan's 30 years with Columbia records. Vedder's version is haunting. I believe he crosses himself at the finish. Dylan himself did the song in a concert at the Air Force Academy years earlier.
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the early morning hours are typically dedicated to r.e.m., but .
not with the constant thunder of harley-davidsons rumbling .
fifty yards from the thin walls of my 34-foot park model r.v.
Thanks teejay and hs
I will miss the bikers. I will not soon forget the pride they seemed
to feel, aware of all the eyes on their ride. The ladies on the sissy
seats sat up tall, with their heads usually six inches above the
driver.
My view is not shared by the "Winter Texans" living with us in the
park. They are antsy to get back to their pursuit of kingfish, shark,
red snapper, grouper, and amberjack.
As with all of us, the real pleasure is in the retelling.
tms
deja vu
Toward the end of the Vietnam War, I recall reading that for what the U.S. had spent in that war, they could have built EVERY family in Viet Nam a $20,000 home-a substantial home in those days.
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the early morning hours are typically dedicated to r.e.m., but .
not with the constant thunder of harley-davidsons rumbling .
fifty yards from the thin walls of my 34-foot park model r.v.
Alan,
Mountain oysters? I presume an unmentionable part of the pig anatomy!
tms
i was reading the post on "old radio" shows, and it brought to mind the old westerns that flooded the t.v.
stations back in the 50's.. i remember the first day we had a t.v.
installed, my sister and i were outside, and saw the "new" antenna on top of our roof, and ran in to watch the "new" black and white t.v., and enjoyed shows like milton berle, howdy doody, and others my memory forgot.
Sure. Hop A Long, Autry, Roy & Trigger, et al
I learned what it meant to be "yellow-bellied," a "tinhorn" and a "sidewinder"
If Mulan remembers Seattle TV in the 50's, she prob recalls Stan Boreson and NoMo. And Pinkie Lee.
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the early morning hours are typically dedicated to r.e.m., but .
not with the constant thunder of harley-davidsons rumbling .
fifty yards from the thin walls of my 34-foot park model r.v.
The early morning hours are typically dedicated to R.E.M., but
not with the constant thunder of Harley-Davidsons rumbling
fifty yards from the thin walls of my 34-foot park model R.V.
South Padre Island Bikefest can indeed be seen and heard!
I chose the highway route to walk my min pin and I couldn't
take my eyes off the custom paint jobs, leather and denim,
bandanas, t-shirt slogans and sissy seats. I couldn't help but
smile, thinking that these folks were doing and portraying exactly
what they wanted unlike my fifty years as a JW.
The parking area of Isabel's Cafe was filled with Harleys. I won-
dered how the bikers were coping with the breakfast menu of
tortillas de harina with choriso, frijoles, juevos, etc. Probably,
quite well!
Saturday would be the "Mexico Run." Hundreds of bikers would
eat breakfast, head for the "Free Trade Bridge" at Los Indios and
ride the twenty miles along the Rio Bravo (Rio Grande) to Progresso
Mexico. That little Mexican tourist town clears main street for the
bikers. The leather shops, cantinas, farmacias and curio shops wel-
come the visitors.
In the afternoon, my wife and I make our own run-to Blue Marlin
IGA to get something for the grill. The IGA parking lot is filled with
bikes and bikers. "Where the hell were you?" screams a 70 year old
woman to her 40 year old son. Mother and son have identically
painted Harleys. "I've been across the causeway twice looking for
you!" The old lady is walking with help of a cane, which she loops
over the handlebars. With Indian features, a denim leather
Harley-Davidson jacket and black/gray hair down to mid-back she
has my attention as she backs shakily out of her parking space. Her
son just watches to make sure she's ok before
they both take off. He fits cautiously into traffic. Grandma gooses
the throttle and passes all the traffic on the right and roars out
ahead of the pack.
Minivans, people and folding chairs line Highway 100. It is not an
official parade, but it is a parade. The fathers are drinking beer
while their kids point out strange bikes and bikers. High handle
bars, big bellies, stretched out choppers, trikes, sequinned tops .
. . . There is so much to be seen.
I'm not a biker. But I envy the individuality, the camaradarie, the
rush.
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ATT: Moderators
Feel free to move this post to the "Friends" forum. I guess I was reading about Rutherford, Beth Sarim when I decided to post. tms
may you all have peace!.
why is it that when someone knocked on your door and said, "hey, we have the 'truth', and some of us are 'anointed'" and yet, could not prove that truth... nor even explain that anointing... you believed?.
yet, when someone who makes that claim has absolutely no problem explaining it to you and telling you of it... blow by blow... you do not believe?.
Tempted to join AGuest's latest thread, I decided to look up this old one. Everything seemingly has already been said.
tms
ps. I submit the name of Mark Twain (Samuel Clemons) as prophet to the 48 contiguous states, Alaska & Hawaii and the cities situated therein.