About 5 minutes ago - and this is no joke, seriously - I was trimming my 'stache and the name "Harve Platig" crossed my brain. When those kinds of random thoughts cross my mind for no seeming reason, I simply pray briefly for it or the person and move on. If nothing sticks, that's it. So I did and that was it.
I sat down and opened up GS, saw your thread and had to laugh myself.
Reason - when I thought of ol' Harve I briefly remembered the nickname he had from certain mischiefs at The Way who shall now go unnamed, when he was Mrs. W's "escort" there for a spell, back in his Way Corps days. He had the curly hair look popular in the 70's and had cut it by that time, and the nick he got was "Coco with a tie"..........it never caught on but there was that blank lap dog look that kind of brought the Coc'ster to mind I guess. So then when I saw this reference I had to chuckle. Apparently the Coco Mind Meld lives.
Back in the day, there was a kind of medieval formality for formal meetings, "etiquette", protocols, etc at the Way. You'd see the wives of various luminaries, "Trustees", "cabinet staff" at larger meetings with an "escort", someone to accompany them to the meeting because, I dunno, in some form of formal formalities that's what's done, women don't show up at an event alone, you see it in social events, political stuff, and of course presidential kinds of events and the VPster was El Presidente and things like that had a way of escalating in the Way as a sign of prestige and it also included other wives too. Given that VPW or Craig or whomever might be teaching, preaching or presentin' or otherwise be busy with incredibly important business that required their attention they couldn't be bothered with a spouse, too busy and important, so their wives would come to these larger events - picture opening of ROA or some large class - with someone to bring them to their seating and sit with them. An "escort". Harve was in fact her escort at Emporia, apparently to make sure that Mrs.W wouldn't have to walk from one place to another alone as in some alternate universe that would be inappropriate. Or I don't know, maybe she got lost easy.
Incredibly quaint, unnecessary and out of place it was one of those efforts VPW made to try and bring the Way's status up to - I dunno, some level of importance he held in his mind I guess. To me, it kind of characterized that have a tea-party-ladies-that's-what-women-do 50's mentality that mixed into Wayfer culture and an effort to inform the activities with the same kind of hoo haw that the Big Boys do. Amongst a group of people who all basically knew each other it set a level of formality to events that seemed just - weird, to me, for want of a better word. Yet I suppose it had it's function and helped to up the game for all us neanderthals who could manage to get to things without a guide and just sit down and thought that was okay.
Funny how that happens, sir socks. You're funny ("the Coco Mind Meld lives") - siriusly. And today I cried at page 5 - up to page 5 (inc) is the essence of that thread, i think.
Incredibly quaint, unnecessary and out of place it was one of those efforts VPW made to try and bring the Way's status up to - I dunno, some level of importance he held in his mind I guess. To me, it kind of characterized that have a tea-party-ladies-that's-what-women-do 50's mentality that mixed into Wayfer culture and an effort to inform the activities with the same kind of hoo haw that the Big Boys do. Amongst a group of people who all basically knew each other it set a level of formality to events that seemed just - weird, to me, for want of a better word. Yet I suppose it had it's function and helped to up the game for all us neanderthals who could manage to get to things without a guide and just sit down and thought that was okay.
The Coco Chronicles thread was a hoot, agreed.
That's funny again, "maybe she got lost easy." Some husbands I've met acted like they had a double dose and the wives couldn't do anything on their own - maybe that came from this 50s' mentality.
This reference to protocol reminded me of how, in our first year of TWI association, when all the freedom from tradition that we heard about was exciting, a friend asked me why they had the ceremony and robing in an ordination that we'd seen - I was a whole month or two months older than her, class-wise, and I didn't know (hope I didn't get defensive) but thought I might find out some day. I can understand wanting to show respect, and I know a big deal was made of salt, but the overall aspect to newish people was an awful lot like a new version of traditions that were supposedly beneath our dignity - the explanation of the colors of the robes, the walk up the aisle while everyone stood, that's as much as I remember, but I'm amazed I remember that much.
Robes! Yes, the robes, the robes. I got one, a gift from the finest folks any fellow shipped with, and it was much appreciated.
While I appreciate the need for formal settings, it got kinda tweezey in this category the last few years I was around. It had been moving that way for a long time and finally got to where it was going, the apex being a couple hundred men and women promenading through the Big Top Tent at Corps Week like a flank of lost Druids hired to perform in the Wapakoneta Drama Queen Production of the Magical Waltz of the Walnuts. Or something. For me those Corps ceremonials were always something that were really really good. As soon as they were over. An indulgence granted begrudgingly but hey, it was a small price to pay for the privilege of sitting on a hard metal chair in a stinky tent, sweating under 10 pounds of gray and black fabric. Who wouldn't like that?
Coco may have had the best deal going though - good food, good treatment and none of that "chase the stick" stuff Tic was always into. All Coco had to do was fluff it up and stay out of the way and 'sall good.
Coco thread is a riot, thanks for bring it to my attention, y'all are too funny sometimes.
The robes always creeped me out. Like that line in the movie 'Treasure of the Sierra Madre' the old codger who says, "Badges? We don't need no stinking badges." That was my attitude toward the robes. But now, after reading about Coco and then someone in the thread writing about Dr dressing up in his little sailor suit and riding around on his big, throbbing motorcycle,... well, maybe the TWI robes were part of a dress-up fantasy.
Not many men can carry off a robe properly, you know. I can, but then I have great ankles. When robed, one should wear shoes with a short heel, not flats. A kitten heel is best. And for heaven's sake, no sandals! God hates sandals with robes. Jesus got away with wearing sandals with his robe, but then he did all that walking, so one makes allowances. But a formal procession of robed TWI clergy, promenading down the main runway aisle of the Big Tent? No sandals.
There was always a disconnect in my mind between Dr's teachings, which I'd heard for months from afar, and the reality of what I saw in Dr during my first weeks at HQ. The two didn't go together, somehow.
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Interesting. Happy reading!
About 5 minutes ago - and this is no joke, seriously - I was trimming my 'stache and the name "Harve Platig" crossed my brain. When those kinds of random thoughts cross my mind for no seeming reason, I simply pray briefly for it or the person and move on. If nothing sticks, that's it. So I did and that was it.
I sat down and opened up GS, saw your thread and had to laugh myself.
Reason - when I thought of ol' Harve I briefly remembered the nickname he had from certain mischiefs at The Way who shall now go unnamed, when he was Mrs. W's "escort" there for a spell, back in his Way Corps days. He had the curly hair look popular in the 70's and had cut it by that time, and the nick he got was "Coco with a tie"..........it never caught on but there was that blank lap dog look that kind of brought the Coc'ster to mind I guess. So then when I saw this reference I had to chuckle. Apparently the Coco Mind Meld lives.
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Explain Mrs W's poodle, please. Or post the relevant bit??
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I could say a whole heck of a lot of what is the word..
gs *moderated* unsubstantiated bs..
could have been Harve.V. been the misses devoted, ankle biter..
yes.
from what I've observed.. the Chihuahua.. is generally loyal, only to one person..
Too bad ole Harve won't weigh in here..
I'm sure, he will keep the same *redemptive* smile on his face, before he will bite you..
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Back in the day, there was a kind of medieval formality for formal meetings, "etiquette", protocols, etc at the Way. You'd see the wives of various luminaries, "Trustees", "cabinet staff" at larger meetings with an "escort", someone to accompany them to the meeting because, I dunno, in some form of formal formalities that's what's done, women don't show up at an event alone, you see it in social events, political stuff, and of course presidential kinds of events and the VPster was El Presidente and things like that had a way of escalating in the Way as a sign of prestige and it also included other wives too. Given that VPW or Craig or whomever might be teaching, preaching or presentin' or otherwise be busy with incredibly important business that required their attention they couldn't be bothered with a spouse, too busy and important, so their wives would come to these larger events - picture opening of ROA or some large class - with someone to bring them to their seating and sit with them. An "escort". Harve was in fact her escort at Emporia, apparently to make sure that Mrs.W wouldn't have to walk from one place to another alone as in some alternate universe that would be inappropriate. Or I don't know, maybe she got lost easy.
Incredibly quaint, unnecessary and out of place it was one of those efforts VPW made to try and bring the Way's status up to - I dunno, some level of importance he held in his mind I guess. To me, it kind of characterized that have a tea-party-ladies-that's-what-women-do 50's mentality that mixed into Wayfer culture and an effort to inform the activities with the same kind of hoo haw that the Big Boys do. Amongst a group of people who all basically knew each other it set a level of formality to events that seemed just - weird, to me, for want of a better word. Yet I suppose it had it's function and helped to up the game for all us neanderthals who could manage to get to things without a guide and just sit down and thought that was okay.
The Coco Chronicles thread was a hoot, agreed.
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Funny how that happens, sir socks. You're funny ("the Coco Mind Meld lives") - siriusly. And today I cried at page 5 - up to page 5 (inc) is the essence of that thread, i think.
That's funny again, "maybe she got lost easy." Some husbands I've met acted like they had a double dose and the wives couldn't do anything on their own - maybe that came from this 50s' mentality.
This reference to protocol reminded me of how, in our first year of TWI association, when all the freedom from tradition that we heard about was exciting, a friend asked me why they had the ceremony and robing in an ordination that we'd seen - I was a whole month or two months older than her, class-wise, and I didn't know (hope I didn't get defensive) but thought I might find out some day. I can understand wanting to show respect, and I know a big deal was made of salt, but the overall aspect to newish people was an awful lot like a new version of traditions that were supposedly beneath our dignity - the explanation of the colors of the robes, the walk up the aisle while everyone stood, that's as much as I remember, but I'm amazed I remember that much.
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so how many legitimate colors were there of robes..
just curious.
there was the robe, that substantiated the authority of loy's bachellorhood. then the robe for the authority of da vicster's false doctorate..
were there any more?
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Yeah.
There was that robe he wore in the Womens Way Home in Pennsylvania that exposed his little winky when he had an intentional wardrobe malfunction.
(You know he wasn't really a "Dr.", don't you?)
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Robes! Yes, the robes, the robes. I got one, a gift from the finest folks any fellow shipped with, and it was much appreciated.
While I appreciate the need for formal settings, it got kinda tweezey in this category the last few years I was around. It had been moving that way for a long time and finally got to where it was going, the apex being a couple hundred men and women promenading through the Big Top Tent at Corps Week like a flank of lost Druids hired to perform in the Wapakoneta Drama Queen Production of the Magical Waltz of the Walnuts. Or something. For me those Corps ceremonials were always something that were really really good. As soon as they were over. An indulgence granted begrudgingly but hey, it was a small price to pay for the privilege of sitting on a hard metal chair in a stinky tent, sweating under 10 pounds of gray and black fabric. Who wouldn't like that?
Coco may have had the best deal going though - good food, good treatment and none of that "chase the stick" stuff Tic was always into. All Coco had to do was fluff it up and stay out of the way and 'sall good.
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Coco thread is a riot, thanks for bring it to my attention, y'all are too funny sometimes.
The robes always creeped me out. Like that line in the movie 'Treasure of the Sierra Madre' the old codger who says, "Badges? We don't need no stinking badges." That was my attitude toward the robes. But now, after reading about Coco and then someone in the thread writing about Dr dressing up in his little sailor suit and riding around on his big, throbbing motorcycle,... well, maybe the TWI robes were part of a dress-up fantasy.
Not many men can carry off a robe properly, you know. I can, but then I have great ankles. When robed, one should wear shoes with a short heel, not flats. A kitten heel is best. And for heaven's sake, no sandals! God hates sandals with robes. Jesus got away with wearing sandals with his robe, but then he did all that walking, so one makes allowances. But a formal procession of robed TWI clergy, promenading down the main runway aisle of the Big Tent? No sandals.
There was always a disconnect in my mind between Dr's teachings, which I'd heard for months from afar, and the reality of what I saw in Dr during my first weeks at HQ. The two didn't go together, somehow.
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thanks all excellent thread i needed to laugh
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