dmiller

Happy Birthday Rocky. :) (The last post I saw from you was over on JWO, many moons ago!) Long time, no see. Here's hoping you have a good one. B)

Never mind. (edited cause this post made no sense.) :)

What an interesting *oopsie* article!! :D :D :D Show's the true intent, eh?? ;)

Sorry to hear Psalmie is *under the weather*. :( I just e-mailed my congressman to get a health plan for her, but he e-mailed me back saying we don't need any more *pork* here. Dang!

Here's a pic of the *mountain* inside ---

Yes they do. I don't hunt now, but did as a kid with my dad and brother. We were after small game (rabbits and quail), so we carried shotguns. Turned the beagles loose, they rousted out the game, we shot. Clean and quick. Nothing at all like what these *&^%$ are promoting. :) Even giving the flyers to the dad to pass on to their kids (if they saw fit), crosses the line., imo. We've got a big Cabela's here in Minney-soda, down near the Iowa border , and inside they have a big "mountain" with all sorts of stuffed animals, shot for display purposes only. I would draw the line there. Meat for the table is cool. Trophy kills are not. If PETA folks could agree with me on this, I might think better of them. But they won't, so I can't. David

Changed is right! Uff-da.

Amen. :) As I mentioned above, Hap's great-grandparents are buried about 2 miles from my house in Forest Hill Cemetery. He asked me to find the graves, and take pics for the geneology work he was doing on his family. I did, and I found it to be a peaceful place. I do (now) remember the teaching about debbul spirits hanging out in graveyards. At Forest Hill, there are benches to sit on, ponds with geese, ducks, and blue heron. Even after I found the gravesites for Hap, I found myself going back there again and again with the fiddle or mandolin to while away an afternoon off, thinking about *stuff*. Being there kinda puts things in perspective, ya know?

Damn!! What years were those?? I had some run-ins with *leadership*, but nothing like that at all. David

Nope. :)

:biglaugh:

Psalmie --- some things are a *no brainer*! ;)

THE NAVIGATORS . The link should answer your question. The Scott's were into teaching the Word, and running fellowships. J*m McGee (sp?), and Ed W*atherall were at IU then, and there was one heck of a good music group going on. :) Like I said -- the Word was pre-eminant back then. If there were any shenanigans going on, I didn't know about them. Personally -- I doubt if they happened back then, since the twigs were Word focused, and not twi focused.

All right!!! Weenie roast in Cancun!!!! :dance: :dance:

twi --- the next generation (same as the last ones!!) They're coming to take you away, ha ha, ho ho, he he..............

I don't remember any booga booga teachings from twi. The nearest graveyard to me, has Hap's great-grandparents in it. Does that qualify for booga booga??

What a novel concept!! :D :D

What fun!! I --- am --- jealous!!! :D :D (down to around zero degrees here, but no snow yet). :(

GO COLTS!! :)

Jay Ungar. Mmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmmmmmm!!!! What a fiddler he is! And Molly picking along. It doesn't get much finer than that!! We used to have huge arguements around here about which fiddler was best in Fiddle Fever. Matt Glaser; Evan Stover; or Jay Ungar. General consensus finally was --- they were all good, so stop argueing, and start picking! :D :D :D

What do ya get when you cross a hillbilly with a dose of common sense?? A liberal dose of common sense! :D :lol: :D Happy birthday. :)

Here in Duluth, Minney-soda there are so many deer running around, that a special bow-hunting season was declared to alleviate the population/ problem. Deer are everywhere, and are a real hazard both in town and out of town. PETA folks decry this *unnecessary action*, but too bad. They can live in a dream world, and hopefully one of the deer they have *saved* ends up as a hood ornament for their car --- forcing them to see reality. fuggem. If they want to live on lentils and rice -- fine by me. Their choice. Not mine. and as you said Ron ---- (say this in your best Mr. Rodger's voice -----) Can you say social engineering?? social engineering?? Good -- I knew you could!

Personally -- I think that if the pope were to speak: EXCATHEDRA that marriage was permissable for priests, a lot of this would be a moot point. Why doesn't the Vatican get *with the program*??? Eh???

Thank you. I knew it sounded familiar. :) David

I can't help with the real early years, as I first heard of twi in '73. My fiancee (Mary V*nderw*rp), myself, and M*ke and J*ne Moody (both now deceased), were in a Jesus freak group when one Bill M*rton visited our fellowship, and "witnessed" to the 4 of us. We went to his fellowship (twig) and stuck around cause we liked to argue about stuff. The twigs then (southern Indiana) were real loose, and it was basically just hang out time around the Word. No authoritarian anything. If you were late to fellowship, you didn't get reamed a new one. They were glad you were able to make it. I was living in a house with a bunch of the Navigator folks, and Mary was living in a house with the folks from the Lighthouse (the Jesus freak group), yet both of us kept on coming to twig, and we never got castigated for living our lives as we saw fit --- attending different fellowships other than twi. J*hn and D*rcie Scott were the branch leaders then, and if I recollect correct -- sunday service was akin to a branch meeting, each and every week. Attendance was not required, but everyone came anyway. From what I remember J*hn and D*rcie were one of the few married folks, and no wife-swapping (or whatever) was in evidence. Almost everyone else there in twi was a college student (Indiana University), and yes -- the twigs allowed smoking, though alcohol was banned until after the teaching. When I took the class in '75, R*ck (or R*ch -- I forget which) Kenn*l was the instructor, and he was the first to demand *being on time*, but that was for the class so I didn't think anything of it. There were a lot of new folks all the time. The prospect of learning the Word with plenty of lattitude was appealing to the college students. When J*hn and D*rcie left to join the corps (6th -- I think it was), the new *leadership* was more demanding, and kinda cast a pall over the whole thing -- even though that back then was better than what one might experience today. Our twig kept meeting 2 or 3 nights a week, and having a good time. We did stuff together besides just meeting for fellowship. Sunday meetings however, started to get more legislative, and a whole lot less fun to go to. Suddenly the Word wasn't the main focus anymore. Twi was. :( David