Who would you hope to never face in a political debate?
Jesus
How do you know when a relationship has run its course and it's time to call it quits?
How does one know when a relationship has run its course and it is time to call it quit? When they nail you on a cross.
What is your theme song?
Submitted by SpanglishWhat is my theme song? It was billed in 1957 by a studio director as "all little good girls want to go to Heaven." And, I thought that it was true. Most of my stories always ended with me dying like in Love Story, or my true love dies on me and I live each day after washing dishes and thinking what it might have been like to have things work out differently as in Anne Shirley or like Beatrix Potter who is more like my real personality than persona's who loses her manager boyfriend type person but it is okay she finds someone else that doesn't move the earth under her feet and he loves animals and can know them well enough to pick out their individual personalities. I had composed Kingdom Melodie Songs for the JW songbook. Can't remember how many...was it about seventeen? But, singing to Bobby Darin out numbers the Holy Book. I never gave it much thought before. What is my theme song?
"Singing to dead Bobby Darin."
How does Jesus weigh it all? Does Solomon kill Bobby and Sandy in the end? Or does he just embarrass the hell out of them by composing his own song inserting even the words that the lovers spoke to each other and the "one hand under her head and the other ...?...." Solomon did not say where the other hand was at did he? Well, it wasn't his hand. However, Solomon is the judge and the King and for what ever reason decided along the line that his step mom the Shulamite belonged in his bed and he had, he thought, a very good case of adultery against her. But, would he have murdered her husband just to keep control over her? What difference does it make three thousand years later?
Solomon composed over five thousand songs or poems so it is said. Where are they? I have an idea of where his first wife the Egyptian daughter of Pharoah may have hidden them. It is wise to keep quiet. I don't get it. Jews decide who is an Israelite, not by the father, but by the mother. If the mother is a Jew then the kids are Jews. Is that the same for the children of the legal will of Solomon. His first wife, and most important wife, was Egyptian, thus, his kids were not considered Jews legally. Hmmm?
In Sphere with Dustin Hoffman I played with the idea of having an angel from Solomon be the alien.
"I don't believe you are an alien. This is just an Obeonecanobe thing. And angels Sir, are not round shiny balls of liquid air bubbles made up of helium and organic matter."
The rule is that one should never approach an angel without permission. Very tricky. Remember the Burning Bush of Moses? Take off the shoes when approaching and have clean feet. But a woman...very tricky indeed.
"Beth you went into the Sphere."
Beth did NOT go in nor near the Sphere. Angels do not present themselves so readily to mankind.
"The plane went down in 1943." In a storm, one might add. Jehovah must have manoeuvered it. But why? Why would Jehovah destroy humans in a storm just to fall a plane?
"It might have been carrying something or someone very important," concludes Beth outloud in front of NASA spy equipment hidden in the panels and along the routes.
"Solomon?"
"Solomon is not important enough." And, Solomon was "out of sorts" with the Lord of Hosts not for marrying so many women but for becoming involved with pagan practices which may or may not have included child sacrifice of passing through the said child through a fire to be sold at auction. Solomon may have been purchasing female children illegally in the eyes of the LORD?
"Prophet?" But which prophet. There were so many, Zechariah, Malachi, Nahum, Zephaniah, Hosea, Amos, daniel, Joel, Obadiah, Jonah, Micah, Habakuk, Haggai, Jerimiah, Isaiah, Elishah, the Apostles, ELIJAH, EZEKIEL AND M O S E S.
"MOSES?"
Beth falls down on both knees and crosses herself and bows her head. Did scientists find the bones of Ezekiel? One would not want to test out Jehovah in such a way. Why? Because Ezekiel visited the Third Heaven in a mega way...strange things happened with Ezekiel would they? The bones of Elijah, it is said, brought a man back to life when his body had been thrown on top of the dead skinless bones. One would not want to triffle needlessly with Elijah unless it was to rebury his body where no one could ever presume to find it?
"God would not want man to have the body or belongings of Moses...???"
So...???...maybe the body of Solomon and Pharoah are with the five thousand poems....I could just run in and run out...whose to know...not withstanding that I don't even know where they are hidden away like manna for future reference???
Women...it's very tricky. Must I remind you that I am not a menstruating woman anymore? I am just an old woman dying possibly from scleroderma? I have no energy to walk across the street nor the desire.
"Good guardian angel or evil?"
"Does it matter?"
"Well, good angel might want to be released from duty and return to the Seventh Heaven. Evil angel might not be allowed to leave. I mean if Jehovah wanted a good angel released from the clutches of Satan...it would just happen...HE would not need a woman nor a man to do the job...not imperfect humans and an evil angel...maybe he is where he should be right?"
"Best leave things alone Beth."
Beth did not go into the Sphere.
"Beth it is your imagination that is creating these things...you went into the Sphere Beth!"
Did Beth go into the Sphere? She ran backwards and held out her hand and was pulled from an upper floor into the Sphere. Why? Because Bobby Darin had manifested himself.
"Bobby!!!"
She took a step forward, froze, gasped, reached back with her hand and was pulled back into the Sphere and went into a deep sleep and reawoked back up in a hallway in front of Queen Lafahah's door where she had orginally fallen asleep. It was just a nightmare that she went to look at the Sphere. Her body did not leave the door nor hallway.
Beth did not go into the Sphere. Nightmares don't count. But, do they? If a human visits the Third Heaven in a dream without a body does it count.
Beth went into the Sphere.
What is my theme song? I don't know. I assumed it was always to go to Heaven to be with Jehovah.
1950-1953
Shirley Jane Temple was arrested, arrested, arrested, arrested dozens of times for three years in a bid for control over her parents, adopted parents, adopted parents, adopted parents, dozens of adopted parents most dying and most disappearing and she escapes.
The door was left open slightly and she runs but returns to get a ?barette. It is just a small human thing. It is made of plastic and metal. It is not even an important thing. It is just a human thing. And, the jail door shuts behind her.
Did Jehovah destroy all the half human and half angels in the flood? Are they a race also?
What is MY theme song?
I really and honestly don't know. I woke this morning feeling like Ashley Judd and Ashley was more cop than nun and a very angry cop type person So many characters to write about...so many stories to tell...most of them not even completely truthful. If Bobby was alive would I want to stay on the earth? But Bobby isn't alive nor is the Jean Seberg baby that died before nine months in the womb from a bullet shot. Did JW elders go to all the cemetaries to block the burial of a so called black baby? The Jean Seberg baby was not black. She was a white baby that never will be resurrected, or so it is said of unborn babies. They never did get to breathe in the breath of life and don't qualify to be resurrected.
A barrett? My theme song may be "going back for the barrett". But, I have not composed it as of yet. It is said of the nuns, priests, parsons, ministers, that make up the 144,000 in the last two thousand years, that they have each a "song" to sing.
"and those who come off victorious from th wild beast and from its image and from the number of its name standing by the glassy sea, having harps of God, and they are singing the song of Moses, the slave of God and the song of the Lamb, saying, "Gereat and wonderful are your works, Jehovah God, the Almight. Righteous and true are your ways, King of eternit. Who will not really fear you, Jehovah, and glorify your name, because you alone are loyal? For A L L the nations will come and worship before you, because of your RIGHTEOUS decrees have been made manifest." Revelation 15: 2-4
"And they sing a new song," about the worthiness of Christ Jesus because he is righteous and he has "bought" persons for god out of EVERY tibe and tongue and people and nation," to serve as righteous good kind judges when the resurrection takes place. Slave owners beware! These ones will be made powerful and will execute the ungodly in the future from every corner of the earth until all humans qualify to approach Jehovah directly and speak to HIM without Jesus. Why would people think that they could be slave owners? Even Jesus gives up being in control of the congregtions and bows to the will of Jehovah when all mankind are adopted as Jehovah's sons and daughters. ...the sonship that Adam lost. Revelation 5: 9-10
"I heardwas as of singers who acompany themselves on the harp playing on their haprs. and they are singing as if a new song before the throne and before the the four living creatures an dthe elders and no one was able to master that song but the hundred and forty-four thousand, who have been bought from th earth." Revelation 14:3-4
I have not mastered my song as of yet. I played it once on a lie detector test like a harp after everyone had left the room after I had passed a lie detector test in LA or NY 100%. The song started off slowly and just a little higher than the average child, it skipped along with highs and lows, fears and loves, beatings and kindnesses, it falls deeply into depression from beatings through 1966-1968 from Canada to the USA and UK. It spikes to an extreme high in 1969 under the assumed names of Sharon Tate 2 and Sharon Tandy and falls almost completely with the same breathe down an equal spike to virtually non existence, followed by a long thread of small almost unseen bumps and flows for the longest time like almost forty years and I stopped. I was in shock. That was my song? Just a long tread at the end? But does the end of the thread end in an up or a down? It is a Jewish thing to end a song up. UP as in God's approval. Is being just a simple person all that bad? Why should one person be responsible for the blind and the starving? It hasn't been that bad. I have concentrated on the Bible and the ministry to whatever extent I could do so. Iris Alona Wigle-Cutforth can be described as a very simple, unassuming, boring religious type person that can't sing, nor write. She is very quiet and very few people can find fault with her. They don't actually speak with Iris A. Wigle-Cutforth. People see her.
John Howard Douglas may have an entirely different outlook on her. Micahel Douglas might see her quite different from Howard and George Clooney and Russel Crowe. Sean Connery sees Iris as Iris playing Sharon playing whatever but to Sean Iris is Iris with a lot of alias names. Sean Connery would look at the photos of Kate Nash and see nothing wrong with her dresses and poses. Stephen Connery would laugh. He would find the photos funny. Sandra Bullock would laugh. Catherine Zeta Jones would be upset and remark something like, "look at her hair." So would Natalie Wood. It is a psychological trap separating groups of people and exposing their inner most feelings towards those whom they have deemed as unimportant. Estelle Parsons was considered the most unimportant person in Hollywood and she enjoyed the position.
What is my theme song? It doesn't look good.
Last night at our JW Bible book study, Live with Jehovah's Day in Mind, Chapter four, page 17, we studied about Hosea and how Jehovah God told this prophet to go and take back his wife Gomer and forgive her for her lovers and he does. Jehovah now uses that simple scene in His theatre to show that He too is in love with His wife Israel and even though she ran after other gods and lovers He wants to take her back gently because He can see that she ran away from inexperience. She thought, like Gomer, that these people giving her gifts and paying attention to her really didn't love her at all and she learned this in the end and came to appreciate her husband's love even if he didn't have anything to give to her in his hand. I feel like that except no one in Hollywood gave me a gift. Well, once, someone gave me a bunch of roses after an Oscar Award night thingy and I left them by the hospital bed of Al Pacino except Al said later that there was a poisonous snake in the flowers and he shot the snake. But, outside of that. No one gave me gifts. No one said thank you for neither scripts, nor songs. An Oscar doesn't count. Why is that? Does rumour have it that some actors receiving an Oscar are later beaten on said night and fingers go out in hat pins and lipstick tubes? Now to be fair I must add that there is more than one Oscar night. Fans think it is just one main event but there are two to four nights and is the first night the deadliest of all which might not have anything to do with talent scouts and scam artists?
Truth be told I have not received gifts from Hollywood. JW's have given me marriage gifts, baby showers and have taken me free of charge in their cars to tour the neighbourhoods looking for Bible studies and to me that is the best gift of all. Roy Onnicaut of London, Ontario, gave me kindness as a gift. Marion McKinnon Tricker's daughter told me that her mother had poured five vials of mercury in a drink and I had the worst headache immaginable and couldn't even remember things. I was nounless and during my ten years of an upward battle to remember nouns a long the way Roy would see me come into a Kingdom Hall and offer to find a seat for me. And, if he saw that I had forgotten my song book, Watchtower or Bible he was always sure to make sure that I had one. It is hard to organize and speak through a blur isn't it? I can't find a Roy personality for you. He is a little like Anne Shirley's Mr. Cutworth but Roy isn't shy like him. Roy is very dry and quiet with a very pleasant simple wife who would have loved the photos of Kate Bush. She would have chereished a hug. Friends like these are nice gifts from a loving Creator.
What is my theme song? I zig zag a lot like the nation of Israel I think whom Jehovah Himself describes as a "shameless camel"
""A swift young she camel aimlessly running to and fro in her ways." Jeremiah 2:23
The Apostle Paul warns, "You cannot be drinking the cup of Jehovah and the cup of demons' you cannot be partaking of the table of Jehovah and the table of deoms. Or are we inciting Jehovah to jealousy? We are not stronger than He is, are we? ...I say that the things which the nations sacrifice they sacrifice to demons and not to God and I don not want you to become shares with the demons." 1 Coronithians 1:21-22, 20
Was the arrival of the buffalo in Dances with Wolves from demons or Jehovah?
I am not sure except that it wasn't in church. Reading the Bible makes me feel good about myself. Hollywood gives me a headache and heartache and has only added to my baggage of tears.
Goldie Hawn switches to the personality of LeAnn Rimes and does the giving my heart to Jesus thing by singing Amazing Grace in a local church and on her arm is the brand of Lizard King. Well, she was in the middle of a movie with a JW elder and Susan and he whispers to another JW on the set, "We should invite her to a Kingdom Hall." Did you see the movie? Dah?
We touch things without thinking and go with the flow of things without thinking. I think when I am in Hollywood and I have to say I am more like the anger of Ashly Judd and June Wigle. Hollywood brings out the worst in me. It reminds me of the lost...the tremendous loss and it is like I am saying right back to Jehovah, "you weren't there for me. What horrible thing did I do to YOU in 1966 - 1967 that YOU would not have had a hedge around me?" Jehovah promised to place hedge around her servants? Why was there no hedge around me? I just wanted to preach and had not even gone to Hollywood to sing my songs. I just wanted to feed the starving. I didn't do anything to Jehovah nor to anyone else. I was faultless in 1966-1967. I wanted to be a missionary telling the good news in Montreal and He did not do the hedge thing. And, I remember it everytime I go to Hollywood.
"Now You have reason to hate me. Now You have reason not to put a hedge around me. Now I have a reason to repent and now I can say I am sorry for whatever it is that You thought I was not good enough to have a hedge around me!"
Hollywood is daytripping to nightmares.
If you could dream about anything tonight, what would it be?
If I could dream about something it would be to build several dams on one solid base in front of the Hoover Dam. I have sketched several ideas of how I would like the dam to be built downstream, perhaps a mile or two from the Hoover. I dream about the mountain range and in my mind I wonder if we could not just use one of the mountain sides to construct several small dams reusing the same water and time frame. I dream about dams. I dream about floods. I dream about several tons of mud descending down from Heaven to LA.
Perhaps I dream about dams and bridges because they have no feelings. They can't hurt like a man and woman. I dream about trees and bushes, birds and buffalo. I like to touch things like wheat. When I go walking down on Bloor Street here in Toronto I touch the boughs of the trees and hedges as I walk. I long for the bush. I long for isolation. I long for a peaceful place to rest my weary bones.
I have horrible nightmares. My daughter said it comes from watching to much television. Perhaps? Did you ever watch the Youtube video Twighlight Trailer Spoof. In my nightmares it was made around 1966-1968 after the Marnie movie. In my nightmares that is me hamming it up with friends as Frida playing with a handful of JW friends when a stalker dons a car, races towards me and slams the car sideways into the red truck. In my nightmare my legs are severely bruised as the car bounces off the fender and mirror and tail. In my nightmare I ask myself, "Is that you Stephen Connery driving that car?"
In my nightmare the young JW man that is playing the would be wooer is going with the flow of things and just before the accident his mind is on the girl that passes and on his notes and he is wanting to do the director script writer thing. He didn't see the accident. He thought that I was just playing and he was to pick up the next line for the next scene. It was only after I didn't get up to follow him that he came back only to realize that I couldn't lift myself up from the waist down. I couldn't feel anything. I asked him to lift my legs and to bend them individually with no response. I asked him to turn me over and bend by knees. Nothing. They carried me back into the house and in my nightmare I had pointed to a spot on the floor near an outlet.
"Could you take off my socks and shoes?" and "Could I have a drink of water?" and "Could you get be a blanket and pillow?" In my nightmare I removed the front of the outlet exposing the electrical wires, lifted by foot awkwardly with my hands and shoved my toe into the socket to electricute myself. It took several hours for feelings to return and it felt like days and weeks. In my nightmare no one seemed to miss me. I was all over the place travelling here and there with a phone call occassionally to Elsie Wigle or William Holden or a studio or the Kennedys. I would go home bruised and batter with a bullet still to remove or a knife wound burn from a cigar. And, Elsie DoLittle would say, "don't you think it is time to get up and look for a real job?" I would just look at the large Jesus picture that she had placed on the night table in the spare room. "You and me kid!" It is a life time committment.
My favourite story in the Bible is only one line or two in the New Testament. It reads something like this, "and a man had a leper wife and he refused to leave her side." That was all it said. But, in my imagination I could picture this couple. Can you? Can you see this Jew giving up his right to go to visit Jehovah in the Temple? Can you see him watch sadly as every man and woman on the planet would go with a gift offering to cover their sins and to say their prayers for favour on Passover night? Can you see him outside of Jerusalem sitting with all the other lepers that had been banned from the markets? Can you see his house accumulating cobwebs? "Why didn't he just marry another woman Jehovah?" He could have married dozens of girls younger and more beautiful than his leper wife who may have lost a nose, an ear, a finger, an arm, a toe. They would not have even had sex together. Why? Because he loved her that much. Why would we think that Jesus would not love his brideclass, nun or not, lesser than a human?
In my nightmare I am standing in the Audrey Hepburn home that she had purchased from William Holden on April 01, 1969. William Holden is listening to the vows of his adopted daughter Virginia from 1950 a position claimed by Frank Sinatra and Randolph Scott number one, two and three. The vow is said and a young man does the vow thing. "Is there anyone here that thinks these two should not be lawfully joined together?" Was it Stephen Connery that told the bride all the reasons that he didn't want to be married to her? Did Erin Brocovich jump out from another room as an univited guest to shout, "April Fool's Day!!!"
In my nightmare I turn to William Holden and he shows that he still had his gun in his belt. I lowered my head to hide my feelings and to compose myself securely. "I don't know what to say? I have never been to an April Fool's wedding before. Are we going to have a party now? Can I change my clothes?"
I turned to leave and briefly in my nightmare I placed a hand on the Rabbi, "It isn't your fault Padre." I handed the Rabbi the wedding ring. No one had signed any marriage license least of all the Rabbi and the marriage witnesses, bride nor groom. I left to change. I left to hide myself in a closet.
How does one inherit as a husband with no marriage certificate on April Fool's Day?
I am greatly indebted to the Lord Jesus...over and over again. Why would I want to stay on this earth?
If you had a private jet for just one night, where would you go?
If I had a private jet for just one night, I would go to Israel because I have mapped out an archaeological route for myself that does not include company. However, it should be noted that Israelites bomb cars travelling on roads and Palestinians bomb or throw rocks back these days. It may never be possible for me to travel to just enjoy the sunsets. I was arrested the last time around 1967-1970?
If you could ask the person you like three questions, what would they be?
Submitted by meuuy
Jehovah Dearest...what is the day, the hour and the year of Armageddon?
Where is the most inspirational place you have been?
Submitted by Seventh RainWhat is the most inspirational place I have visited? The Third Heaven is a place I frequent in my dreams while passing my time sleeping during the night time. The Apostle Paul it is said frequented The Third Heaven as did The Apostle John. Does one have to be a Christian to frequent the Third Heaven? More than likely although the Prophet Ezekiel also was inspired to pen down the things that he saw there. The hair of Moses, it is said, turned white from the visit. His face illuminated a glow that caused others to almost be blinded be it only one look so that Moses, it is said, had to place a blanket over his head least any permanent damage was to be caused. Some artists say that Kate Bush frequented The Third Heaven. Myself, I see only the glow of cameas and lights. Okay, so there were red shots from Heaven that was shooting down to the earth when Kate was outside filming a video about The Dreamings where in she resurrects the four angels whose hands were tied at the River of Babylon (prophecy being that someone would untie them) and along the way an angel releases Jesus from the cross. I have no explanations to give to Nasa, does anyone? Unless of course, Kate was a the real last royal of all the royal lines, then Jehovah might send a shot or two since He prophecied through the Apostle John that the Seventh World Power would go down but "without hand" or militiary power. That might be an explanation. And, if Kate was an ex programmer for the Nasa Big Max computer, well, even machines might recognize a friend? Very sketchy you may say...very tricky I will venture to say.
To visit The Third Heaven one only has to read the Bible outloud and all sorts of dreams might come about while meditating. It is said that the "word of God is alive and exerts power". Just ask Paul, Moses and Ezekiel. Is the Bible the only place where one must stand to think Jehovah? Well, no, the Apostle Paul said to the Romans, "just look around you...look at nature...there is no excuse for you not to believe in a God...the works of His hands are witnessing about Him." Well, he might not have said those exact words but the thoughts he did express.
"For God's wrath is being revealed from (The Third?) heaven against all ungodliness and unrightreousness of men who are suppressing the truth in an unrighteous way, because what may be known about God is manisfest among them, for God made it manifest to them. For His invisible qualities are clearly seen fromt he world's creation onward, because they are preceived by the things made, even His eternal power and Godship so that they are INEXCUSABLE because, although they knew God, they did not glorify him as God nor did they thank him but they became empty headed in their reasonings and their unintelligent heart became darkened. Although asserting they were wise, they became foolish and turned the glory of the incorruptible God into something like the image of corruptible man and of birds and four footed createures and creeping things." Romans 1:19-23
It is easier for man to believe in the foolishness of Star Wars than in the truths of the Bible and prophecy. I regret Star Wars.
The Bible and nature is the most wonderful place to be in an earthly sence.
It is said that the singer Duffy visited The Third Heaven quite deliberately while singing a song to Satan called Mercy. Mercy in that if Duffy was a royal, well, just look at the dancers. Some of them are missing fingers, toes, arms and eyes. No one really wants to be a member of the Seventh World Power anymore do they? So Duffy begs off and behind her the feet of the singers start to catch on fire. She noticed, stopped singing, went over to one of the dancers and touched him on his nose. "Stop! You are going to turn yourself into a fireball!" Was that Kevin Spacey? Hmm? Duffy does the Pam Anderson thing for two reasons. Pam Anderson was missing and failed to file a report with the FBI on the whereabouts of ABBA's Agnethea. Frida had earlier composed some songs for Pam to sing while they were touring France together looking for the whereabouts of Aggie. Pam went missing and Duffy went on stage to see if she would show up or call but she didn't. Where do people disappear to? Into hat pins and shoe toes? God knows so does the dwellers of the Third Heaven.
I long to be where their are no humans...just trees. I feel like I am in an elevator without air.
God has found unlimited ways to keep you humans alive. And, man for his part, has found unlimited ways to destroy themselves.
I've got to go on the air conditioner. I can't breathe. What don't I want to remember?
What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
Submitted by tammyWhat is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me? Well, I have had several nice things happen to me. In 1958 a Jehovah's witness family gave me a pink wool dress to wear to the Kingdom Hall. We had moved to Balsam Creek from the south and Mel Wigle did not believe in spending his hard earned money on things like dresses. And, he did not have enough money to buy additional clothes for school. The way Theodore Melbourne Wigle saw it was that I was smaller in size than Robert Rae so why should I not wear down his faded and worn blue jeans and shoes? It made perfect sense to Mel. It would have been a waste of money for me not to wear these "perfectly good shoes and shirts."
Besides, when it came to school, there were two choices. Pick me first for the baceball game or second. It is a tough choice for public school graders to make but if one was to pick one's best friend first, "you are going to lose the game."
Mel was good at breaking in horses and chasing bears. He was virtually good at anything that he set his mind on. He came from good solid pioneer stock which mean't one does not play....one works until the sun sets, the cows are milked, the horses fed or walked. The light does not go out until the work is done.
"Never went to school," he said, "ony went as far as Grade Three." He went to school "long enough to learn how to spell my name and how to add." After that, it was work, work, work and pay for his own way and he expected everyone else to do the same.
He once told Bobby Darin when he had come to fetch me, "build your own damn house." It was not as if Mel was lazy. He was just angry that he had to fetch me....AGAIN. Bobby was useless when it came to picking up a tool. He had no learning experience of any sort. He wanted very much to go to school but he wasn't allowed in...him having that aboriginal gene and all. He would watch daily as thousands of feet briskly walked past him and his mother to go off to school. He was good at sitting. He sat in a chair, laid in bed a lot and played the piano and composed soft little tunes to himself to mill the time away hour by hour, minute by minute, until the next day, which would find him repeating the watchful duty as the school scene was played out before him. Mel had no pity on him whatsoever. If he could quite school willingly at nine years old why not Bobby?
Mel watched as Bobby tried to take a piece of lumber to pry up a corner of his veranda. I just stood there as Mel sat cursing and waiting for me to come. I wasn't leaving until Bobby's house was mended. He lacked Mel's experience but Robert Rae and I knew exactly what it was that Theodore Melbourne Wigle would do to fix that corner. We sawed some two by fours and spaced them out just like Daddy had shown us how to do. Mel was still cursing but didn't want to leave because of the presence of police officers and camera crews. We were almost ready to part for home but Bobby was crying the blues about his roof needing fixing. I prayed about it for a few seconds, saluted God in Heaven, and climbed up the ladder to the roof. It took a while but Robert Rae, Bobby and I was able to fix that hole in the roof which Bobby blamed me on. Had I walked on it earlier? His mother sat praying quietly by herself. I knew what it was that she wanted. "Oh, I can do that."
There was this vacant lot which was being used as the local garbage dump. Robert Rae and I walked to it and dragged back all sorts of things like plywood, lumber and siding. Bobby's mom wanted a chicken house. All that it lacked when Robert Rae was done was a door. We had no money for hindges so we merely nailed parts of a leather belt from the door to the shed. Robert added a wooded latch and there it was a chicken shed built by two children with Bobby's imput here and there. He wasn't lazy mind you. He just lacked experience. Still, he wasn't as poor as Robert Rae and myself. If it wasn't for Mel we would be on the streets I am sure of it.
Mr. Wilson on Springarten Road was nice to me. Mrs. Wilson and Mr. Wilson bought me a Sunday dress and a pair of shiny black patten leather shoes for church. After going to the JW Kingdom Hall in the morning, I would walk over to the Wilson's who would give me a bath and comb my hair. Then, it was off to the Pentecostal Church on University in Windsor, Ontario. Mel usually had work to do somewhere after his church so I don't think that he ever did catch on that I really wanted to do the church thing all day long. I was only five years old but church was really an important part of my life. I didn't even want to go off to the Sunday school meeting. I wanted to sit with the adults and listen to the parsons give their explanations to the Bible. I would just sit there wagging my head and tsking. They had it so wrong. The love part they had right. The knowledge part was somewhat lacking. They passed the wine and bread around which was the best part.
Mrs. Wilson asked me if I wanted to take of the blood and body of Christ Jesus. Well, yes I did, very much so. But, it wasn't time. I wanted to have the understanding first, that is, that the Apostle Paul warned that he "who takes of the body of Christ unworthily will be guilty...and...judgement (1 Corinthians 11:27-34). I explained it all to Mr. Wilson. He didn't agree with the once a year on Nisan 14 the anniversary date of the death of Jesus. Mr. Wilson like most Christians wanted to eat some of the body of Christ every week. And, if it is really the blood and flesh of Christ Jesus what in the world are we doing to him? I see Jesus as suffering from all the bites especially the unworthy partakers. That must be the deepest cut of all. However, I found myself not that much different from Mr. Wilson because every Sunday I just had to go to watch him take a bite of Christ.
Mrs. Geauvereau from Balsam Creek was extremely nice to me. I had to walk up the mountain to the top to catch the school bus at her house. It wasn't a very high mountain and practice walking upward was good for my leg muscles and calves. In the winter time I would arrive outside her house where she would be waiting to open her kitchen door for me. In her hand would be a hot cup of chocolate. She knitted me a scarf, hat and mitts. I usually doned a pair of woolen socks but Mrs. Geauvereau thought that mitts would look more appropriate. It was the best gift I think. To understand the complaining nagging voice of Mrs. Geauvereau one would merely have to read or watch Anne of Green Gable. There all there...the people of Balsam Creek. The dresses are longer that's all. Mrs. Geauvereau was a Pentecostal Baptist type person. She had no "mind for that grandfather of yours going all over the place preaching and leaving that poor Grandmother of yours to tend to herself."
Mrs. Geauvereau charged her sons a dime a piece for each shirt she had to mend and iron. She would tell me all sorts of things while we sat together waiting for the bus as we darned the socks together. "A girl should know how to mend her own clothes and socks," she insisted. She had an opinion on almost everything and everyone. One did not need to read a newspaper to learn the facts of what was important in the world. "My father was a Jehovah's witness you know." She brought out his old King James Bible. "Just look at all these messages he wrote in the margins." She gasped. How did he ever expect to go to Heaven it had been a wonder to her...after all...he wrote inside the papes of the Holy Book itself. "And look here..." she shoved a page under my youthful nose, "he crossed off all these phrases and marked them wrong." And, she was right. Peter Geauvereau during his personal study of the Holy Scriptures blacked out a lot of words and phrases insisting that his interpretation that he wrote down in his own writing was the correct interpretation. "Lands sakes...he's going straight down to Lucifer."
"Never did like your grandfather." Her explanation goes back to the eighteen hundreds and "his allowing his own daughter to marry a James boy...well...I am not one to gossip but I tell you Iris Wigle God does not approve of such things. He has bad blood you know."
There was very little good things to say about us. Well, Lambert's son, Randolph, did marry her daughter Betty and "he is a very hard worker and a good husband. Shame though that he is a cripple."
Cripple was an exaggeration of having a limp the result of a twisted ankle from polio. But, he was handsome. Randolph Wigle was just as good looking as Rory Calhoun and George Clooney. He was quiet like Rory and his eyes would bow down like Mr. Cuthberts. His reasoning was always served kindly and with reservation. He was also talented...a country singer much a long the lines of Eddie Arnold...even better because while Eddie could play a guitar he couldn't play a guitar and a harmonica at the same time.
My marriage day to Dennis James Cutforth was a day of kindness put on by the local congregation of Jehovah's witnesses in Chatham, Ontario on December 05, 1971. I had no money. We were going to just get married but the congregation sisters had come to me in the form of Katie Yaschuck to surprise me with "we are going to do a pot luck for you." A wedding dress a size to small for me was sent along with a pair of shoes to large for me and a wedding ring that fit just a little too tightly but all in all I made it down the runway. April Louise did my makeup so all one can see in the wedding photos was the colour blue around my eyes. I had about a dozen cold sores around my lips from the excitement and our honeymoon was at the room where, "just a while before a woman had been murderded." I didn't need to know but the manager thought after we had moved in that I might be interested in the details so he shared. A few weeks later, exactly three to be exact, I sat inside a room belonging to Dr. Jenkins of Chatham. "I can't..." whatever and asked if he could cut the labia.
It wasn't a perfect wedding but about four hundred guests showed up from Ontario to share it with me and we did square dancing. It was a fun wedding and people had fun. Of course, my wedding was used as an example by the elders at assemblies for acouple of years after for what people should not be doing at weddings. It seems that a couple went out to a car. Well, I hadn't invited them to our wedding. And, June Virginia Wigle's wine was stolen from the kitchen. We had a no alcohol wedding and we told her to store the wine in the kitchen. My mother, Elsie Wigle had attended the wedding. Mel didn't come. He was disfellowshiped for running off with an eighteen year old and marrying her. I had warned her ahead of time when she kept coming around to call on him, "this is not a man you want to make a bed with." Someone had told her that he had money. Hmmm?
"You are not legally married."
"Why is that mother?""Because the Blue Laws forbides the marrying on a Sunday."
I never thought about it that way. Too late. She should have told me before Dr. Jenkins. She should have told me before the saying of the vows. What difference did it make? Did not Marion McKinnon Tricker tell me that the marriage certificate had been picked up from Nick Urslak by a Bethel brother who would send in the governmental forms for him and that she was told confidentially that Nathan Knorr had put his name down on the governmental forms as the husband? But, this is the same woman that told people I was a nigger negro, light skinned negro slave belonging to her family and that I had a male penis and that she bought or sold me to Erin Brocovich.
"What difference does it make mother?"
"Because your children are not the legal heirs without a legal marriage."
Good point.
I have had nice things done for me. And, I have had more than my share of nasty people with cunning ideas.
"It was Caesar mother that insisted on documentation...not God."
And God, I am sure, knows who the first husband is right?
In spirit of Labor Day, what are some things you love about your job?
What are some things I love about my job?
Dusting was instilled in me at a very young age. Actually, dusting goes back to good ole King Henry V111. Henry wrote it into law that all royal "women are to dust starting from toddlers to the ripe age of fifteen years old". Next to reading the Bible, King Henry placed royal accounting at the top of his list and that was even before singing and preparing for plays. The poor may dream away thinking about life was like in a palace. Little did they know that all maids and footmen were kin to the Kings and Queens. Thus, the royal women and some of the men could be seen on their knees, fannies a wagging, from the nightly duties of washing floors, dusting pictures and bringing in the groceries from the fields. As a King or Queen walked through the premises mops would disappear into China cabinets, behind couches, and into clocks. Elsie Wigle had a favourite expression, "out of sight out of mind".It was cheaper for the Kings and Queens to have other royals attend their every wish whether it be reading from the Bible at three in the morning or fetching stool samples.
Thus, in 1970, as I brisked through a castle I stopped, "Anne what are you doing?"
"Dusting!?!"
"Why is she dusting?" I inquired of the Butler.
I didn't wait for him to look up the answer. "Anne how old are you?"\
"Sixteen?"
"And what does the royal book say about dusting?"
The Butler hedged. "Does it not say that all royal women are to dust up to the age of fifteen? Anne stop your dusting. Go to your room and read a book." I should have said, "read the Bible." Does she own one? All royals are to write out the Bible by hand a Jehovah rule assigned about four thousand years ago.
Henry the V111 was of the opinion that all men and women must be employable or at least marriageable. Who would want a woman that could not take charge of a household and keep a clean house? And, he did not want them. Thus, Elizabeth the first, dusted her life away into teenage years, looking not forward to neither marriage nor companionship but for the freedom not to dust and to do as one pleased. She was so before her time. She never expected to marry not with all the freckles on her face. Oh sorry. It was Mary, Queen of Scots that had the freckles? It did not matter....it only took white cream to cover freckles. One would have thought that Mary herself would have thought about following the example of her elder. Mary had freaks. Elizabeth did not. Other than that the took looked like peas in a pod. Freckles or not they DUSTED, fannies wagging as they polished the floors with their skirts if that was all they had in their hand as the King slowly marched around with both fists clasped behind his back fingers checking occasionally a stair case or a ledge.
Shirley Jane Temple won a beauty contest for "nuts". It did not matter to her if she was referred to as a nut. She needed money desperately to look for her missing uncle. This is what little lost girls do when they are in a hostile country like the United States of America. A stranger encouraged her to audition at a studio where men sat around pressing their noses against glass windows, "is she here yet?" Adults find small things amusing don they not? Shirley showed up carrying her award with her. The studio did not need her. So, she tried a different tactic. She knocked on a studio door to inquire if they needed someone to "dust" or "wash a floor." If one could not find a man to marry one must be prepared to make one's way through life as at least an employable person or so mused Henry. And, he was right. Shirley did not need a bucket. She had her award in the form of a bowl. Nothing seemed to change in manhood since Henry V111 to the Twentieth Century. Small things amuse men. They haven't changed nor evolved in the least.
I have five buildings to take care of in a given week. I am the superintendent or assistant on call. One must make a living at least till pension time where I might receive at least five to nine hundred dollars a month. In the meantime, dusting keeps me on my toes. It guarantees lodging at least for another thirty days. Could life be better than this?
Elsie Wigle made a living dusting in the Windsor Police Station and it keep her off of the dole. The rest of the time she remained penniless as she spent her money not on her daughters and sons but on the poor. It is an English thing I think. Perhaps a phase that is phasing out but for awhile Christians wanted to prove to Jesus that they could be like him even if it was just giving a glass of water to a priest or a nun or a man of God. I think Jesus was of the opinion that any assistance on the part of a person might be a hard requirement and he brought the giving down to a mere glass of water.
"He that receives you receives me also, and he that receives me receives him also that sent me forth. He that receives a prophet because he is a prophet will get a prophet's reward, and he that receives a righteous man because he is a righteous man will get a righteous man's reard and whoever gives on of these little ones only a cup of cold water to drink because he is a disciple, I tell you truly, he will by no means lose his reward." Matthew 10:42
Elsie Dolittle did a lifetime of dusting and giving drinks to the poor. When she passed away, an elder's wife commented to me after I had made mention of seeing her in the resurrection, "oh your mother won't be resurrected."
Why would anyone assume that my mother would not be resurrected? She had placed her crown before Christ Jesus and recognized, when she abdicated, that he was the ONLY only one worthy of a crown. She supported missionaries and sent monies for the blind, homeless and Bibles to the prisons. She kept herself morally clean and remained a saint till she died. She never sat at a table with a man unless he was accompanied with a woman. She never dated let alone take more than a moment of her time to talk to a man. She was above reproach. She supported at least one Jehovah's witness. Why wouldn't she be resurrected?
She dusted.
I was called to the US by a FBI director about a case I might be interested in. Upon return from the funeral my mother Elsie Dolittle is packing up breakfast dishes in our Essex home. "You know if you were to get the kids to help you....you could keep this house cleaner."
What had I missed? I always did the spring cleaning thing before Elsie arrived, the closets, under the couch, the ledges...I mean everything.
"And, another thing, I think that you should encourage your children to become doctors or nurses. If you don't want to go to war at least they should do something to help out."
"Mom? What did you do to the trees?"
"Oh, I cut off the branches and dug up the dirt around them." I could see. I had branches trees and lime painted on the trunks and the ground tilled. That was what Elsie Dolittle did on holidays like Labour Day.
And me, I buried someone.
