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Yep. You had to make sure you didn't get trapped sitting in a pew (sitting beside a girl) at altar call. Precise timing was required in knowing when to get up and leave. If not there would be several people with their arms around you imploring you to "get saved." I eventually found my way to an altar willingly at age 20 - a decision I've never regretted.

Where did you grow up?
Rural Florida. I was raised in church and still am a member. I think I got "saved" in every revival meeting. Maybe I was trying to break the grip of arms around me. LOL I too found my way and became serious thanks to my family and wife who never gave up on me. I would not give anything for my church raising and the close bond we formed. Someone was always there to help and share. Salt of the earth people.
 
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And that points out a glaring difference between the United Methodist and Pentecostal churches. The Pentecostal church gets it. UMC does not. And still doesn't. FCC.

I think there are a goodly number of Bible-centered UM churches left but they are certainly in the minority. Probably rural. A lot would depend on who the pastor is I suspect.
 
Been golfing. Hurt my Achilles on very first hole. Fours times it’s hurt so bad made me sick. A little better but being very ginger. Going to ice it. I can bend foot back toward me but forward or downhill kills me. Felt it pop twice. Was afraid I tore it but I don't think so.

Getting old and too fat.

 
  • I think SawneeCat is a keeper.
  • Hot day in Atlanta today.
  • One more day left in my work week.
  • Just wait, Jed.
  • I was talking to my mom back when I was 50ish. My shoulder or something was aching. I asked her "is this just a part of getting older?" She said "yes, and just wait until you are 70." She was correct.
  • My mom took my sister and I to church every Sunday. When I was 16 & 17, 2 close friends and I sang in the adult choir. It was great. One of our friend girls was a soprano and sang a lot of solos. Unforgettable.
  • My maternal grandfather was a Primitive Baptist. The preacher was an ordinary farmer, unsiminary trained. Brother Scott. They met once a month, The church, Big Springs Primitive Baptist, is still where it was then. They had dinner-on-the-ground a couple of times per year. No musical instruments. The preacher washed the deacons' feet. It was interesting. Brother Scott preached my granddaddy's funeral in 1966.
 
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Rural Florida. I was raised in church and still am a member. I think I got "saved" in every revival meeting. Maybe I was trying to break the grip of arms around me. LOL I too found my way and became serious thanks to my family and wife who never gave up on me. I would not give anything for my church raising and the close bond we formed. Someone was always there to help and share. Salt of the earth people.
I've got ties to Florida. We used to visit my aunt every year when I was growing up back in the 60's/70's. She lived in a small town called Dover, outside of Plant City. My snowbird folks are 83 and spend half the year at their condo in Isla Del Sol, an island on Boca Ciega Bay next to St. Pete Beach. My sister lives in Sanford. I have a lot of great memories of Florida.
 
I've got ties to Florida. We used to visit my aunt every year when I was growing up back in the 60's/70's. She lived in a small town called Dover, outside of Plant City. My snowbird folks are 83 and spend half the year at their condo in Isla Del Sol, an island on Boca Ciega Bay next to St. Pete Beach. My sister lives in Sanford. I have a lot of great memories of Florida.
My grandmother was from Turkey Creek, FL and it is not far from Dover. She was born in 1883. Florida was an untamed wilderness. I still have the rifle grandpa gave me when I was 8
 
  • I think SawneeCat is a keeper.
  • Hot day in Atlanta today.
  • One more day left in my work week.
  • Just wait, Jed.
  • I was talking to my mom back when I was 50ish. My shoulder or something was aching. I asked her "is this just a part of getting older?" She said "yes, and just wait until you are 70." She was correct.
  • My mom took my sister and I to church every Sunday. When I was 16 & 17, 2 close friends and I sang in the adult choir. It was great. One of our friend girls was a soprano and sang a lot of solos. Unforgettable.
  • My maternal grandfather was a Primitive Baptist. The preacher was an ordinary farmer, unsiminary trained. Brother Scott. They met once a month, The church, Big Springs Primitive Baptist, is still where it was then. They had dinner-on-the-ground a couple of times per year. No musical instruments. The preacher washed the deacons' feet. It was interesting. Brother Scott preached my granddaddy's funeral in 1966.
I can relate to every word of this Don. My folks were Baptist. Dinner on the grounds was some of my sweetest memories But we did have music and some fantastic piano players. Elvis would be proud.
 
Thanks Don, and happy 75th. I celebrate 75 a few days ago. My sign is cancer. We have a kinship being born during the Big War and watching America change. If we ever get to see each other I buy the beer.
I was born at McDill Hospital. The delivery room was near the emergency room where many soldiers were treated from being wounded in battle in Europe. My daddy told me that.
 
I was born at McDill Hospital. The delivery room was near the emergency room where many soldiers were treated from being wounded in battle in Europe. My daddy told me that.
I was born across the bay in Clearwater. My daddy was in Washington DC on assignment. He got off a few days and rode the Orange Blossom Special back to Florida, checked me out and went back to DC (Northern Virginia)
 
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Welcome Sawnee!!

Yeah everybody I knew had shag carpet back then. The deep shags were some of the most unsanitary things ever put in a house. Nasty stuff got down in the bottom and stayed there.

We were too poor for shag carpet, all our houses had hardwood floors.

No yard work today. I went this morning to see the new Mission Impossible movie. Pretty good and very loud. They are a lot more proud of their sound system than I am.

Got home and went straight to the shop to build a circle jig for the router. No problems there and it turned out great. The problem was I cut a 5.25" hole for a 5.25" speaker. Hole is too big. That's OK, I'll just make another baffle and adjust it.:flushed:
 
I was born across the bay in Clearwater. My daddy was in Washington DC on assignment. He got off a few days and rode the Orange Blossom Special back to Florida, checked me out and went back to DC (Northern Virginia)
My little sister was born at my maternal grandparents house. A mid-wife, Aunt City, assisted her and saw to her needs.
 
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We were too poor for shag carpet, all our houses had hardwood floors.

No yard work today. I went this morning to see the new Mission Impossible movie. Pretty good and very loud. They are a lot more proud of their sound system than I am.

Got home and went straight to the shop to build a circle jig for the router. No problems there and it turned out great. The problem was I cut a 5.25" hole for a 5.25" speaker. Hole is too big. That's OK, I'll just make another baffle and adjust it.:flushed:
You sound like me. Think, boy, think.
 
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We were too poor for shag carpet, all our houses had hardwood floors.

No yard work today. I went this morning to see the new Mission Impossible movie. Pretty good and very loud. They are a lot more proud of their sound system than I am.

Got home and went straight to the shop to build a circle jig for the router. No problems there and it turned out great. The problem was I cut a 5.25" hole for a 5.25" speaker. Hole is too big. That's OK, I'll just make another baffle and adjust it.:flushed:
Thank you. I just discovered this and I am very happy I did. Lots of great posters on here and interesting life styles.

Never put carpet over hardwood floors. My shag was over a concrete slab and we put it down to protect our babies when they nose dived out of their cribs. My son jumped out of his crib during a UK - Vandy game for the SEC Championship. He got busted up pretty bad and we had to take him to the ER to sew him up. I took my radio and didn't miss a second of the game. The doctor was puzzled but he was a Gator fan so go figure. It was nice to beat Vandy and get the NCAA bid
 
I did think Don. I measured the speaker and it was 5.25". My hole was perfect. [laughing] I can remember the exact moment when doomed myself. I'm thinking about revising my plans anyway and now that I need to cut a new piece I'll probably incorporate the change.
I wasn't insinuating that you were dumbing out. Sometimes I get in too much of a hurry to get it done. Or measure incorrectly, Or count a quarter inch as a half inch. Bullshit like that.
 
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