I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …
1Richard Henry Popkin (December 27, 1923 – April 14, 2005) was a New York Jew who specialized in la Lumière. Dick Popkin was born into a Jewish family in Manhattan to author Zelda Popkin and her husband Louis Popkin, who
together ran a small public relations firm. Popkin's best known theory was that a look-alike of Lee Harvey Oswald was the actual assassin of Kennedy.
xxx/ellauri474.html on line 512: The Dictionary wove his themes round and round into an incredible fabric of historical information, lewd anecdotes, moral musings, etc., confirm American freemasons who have read it so assiduously that the pages with the best bits stick
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xxx/ellauri482.html on line 307: Let’s suppose we give each person the same space they would have if they were lying in a coffin, except we’ll stand the coffins on their end. A medium sized coffin has an internal cross section of 520 by 290mm. That’s seven billion people, each occupying 0.15m2. You could pack them
together in just 1,050km2. They wouldn’t quite fit on the mainland of Shetland, but there would be a bit of room to spare if we spread everyone over the Isle of Wight, Isle of Man, and New Jersey. American Scientists estimate that if all seven billion people on Earth stood shoulder-to-shoulder, they would fill an area about the size of Los Angeles. The UN estimated that the world population reached one billion for the first time in 1804. Many scientists think Earth has a maximum carrying capacity of 9 billion to 10 billion people. The current world population of 7.6 billion is expected to reach 8.6 billion in 2030, 9.8 billion in 2050 and 11.2 billion in 2100, according to a new United Nations report being launched today.
xxx/ellauri486.html on line 225: And we afterwards continually remind each other of these things. And the wealthy among us help the needy; and we always keep
together; and for all things wherewith we are supplied, we bless the Maker of all through His Son Jesus Christ, and through the Holy Ghost. And on the day called Sunday, all who live in cities or in the country gather
together to one place, and the memoirs of the apostles or the writings of the prophets are read, as long as time permits; then, when the reader has ceased, the president verbally instructs, and exhorts to the imitation of these good things. Then we all rise
together and pray, and, as we before said, when our prayer is ended, bread and wine and water are brought, and the president in like manner offers prayers and thanksgivings, according to his ability, and the people assent, saying Amen; and there is a distribution to each, and a participation of that over which thanks have been given, and to those who are absent a portion is sent by the deacons. And they who are well to do, and willing, give what each thinks fit; and what is collected is deposited with the president, who succours the orphans and widows and those who, through sickness or any other cause, are in want, and those who are in bonds and the strangers sojourning among us, and in a word takes care of all who are in need. But Sunday is the day on which we all hold our common assembly, because it is the first day on which God, having wrought a change in the darkness and matter, made the world; and Jesus Christ our Saviour on the same day rose from the dead. For He was crucified on the day before that of Saturn (Saturday); and on the day after that of Saturn, which is the day of the Sun, having appeared to His apostles and disciples, He taught them these things, which we have submitted to you also for your consideration.
xxx/ellauri486.html on line 342: Justinoxen sepustus vapaasta tahdosta ja determinismistä (luku 43) on surkea. The message is quite uncomplicated: if ye be willing and obey Me, ye shall eat the good of the land; but if ye do not obey Me, the sword shall devour you: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it." Plato,too, he says, "The blame is his who chooses, and God is blameless." Moses is more ancient than all the Greek writers put
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xxx/ellauri486.html on line 388: He then cut this entire compound along its length into two, and situated the middles of each
together like the letter χ (chi), bent each into a circle and attached each to itself and to the other one at the point opposite to where they overlap, included them in that kind of motion which turns around uniformly in the same place, and made one of the circles inner and the other outer. The outer movement he designated as the movement of same, the inner as the movement of other. He set the movement of same revolving sideways and to the right, and that of other diagonally and to the left, and he granted supremacy to the movement of same and similar, for he left it one and undivided. However, he divided the inner circle six times, producing seven circles based on the double and triple intervals, there being three of each. He commanded the circles to go in opposite directions to one another, three at similar speeds, four at speeds dissimilar to one another and to the other three, but their movements were proportional [to each other].
xxx/ellauri487.html on line 110: So I'd say we'd be resurrected round about the same age as Jesus on the cross, looking quite as cool. It's unfair to object to the doctrine of the Resurrection on the ground of something that has nothing to do with it. I mean, what has thinness or corpulence, a state of consumption or of plethora, or any other condition supervening in a nature that is ever in a flux, to do with the other life, stranger as it is to any fleeting and transitory passing such as that? The main thing is to be alive, warts and all. Who cares about old relatives or kids, when everybody is in their prime? No need for lapdogs either, since we all
together sit on Jesus' lap!
xxx/ellauri489.html on line 318: The irony of the situation is exposed when she realises “the less time to think” was aimed at her, not Laszlo. Rick has no plans to keep Ilsa behind and put her life in jeopardy. He plans to send her off with her loving husband. Ilsa protests. She understands Rick’s logic behind the selfless act, but the lure of love is too strong. “What about us?” she asks. Rick says, “We’ll always have Paris,” reminding her that their love, true but doomed, is beyond the hope and need of proximity; all they have are memories of their time
together in Paris, where they fell in love and fucked like mad squirrels behind Lazlos back.
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together, the diction and positioning turn a specific, human figure into a charged emblem that echoes antisemitic caricature rather than offering a neutral or sympathetic portrait.
xxx/ellauri491.html on line 569: The land was hilly, rocky and infertile. None of Ford's managers had the requisite knowledge of tropical agriculture. In the wild, the rubber trees grow apart from each other as a protection mechanism against plagues and diseases, often growing close to bigger trees of other species for added support. In Fordlândia, however, the trees were planted close
together in plantations, easy prey for tree blight, Saúva ants, lace bugs, red spiders, and leaf caterpillars.This same lack of expertise caused disease and unrest to spread throughout the camp.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 136: Create a United Front: Present a united front when addressing issues with the narcissistic in-law to show solidarity within the family. Not like some fucking NATO. Celebrate Small Wins: Acknowledge and celebrate progress made in handling challenging situations together. Useful manipulative tactics can include guilt-tripping, playing the victim, or using emotional blackmail to control situations. Look for signs like constant need for admiration, lack of empathy, manipulation to get what they want, and belittling your feelings or experiences.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 144: KEY TAKEAWAYS: Understanding your father-in-law’s narcissistic traits will help you navigate your relationship with your partner in a healthy way. Team up with your spouse, set clear boundaries, and talk openly. Facing his negativity together protects your marriage and keeps your bond strong. Stay calm, manage expectations, and focus on your own well-being. Let go when needed, seek support, and find small ways to connect.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 161: When the narc parent’s manipulations spark a fire, seek refuge in your partner’s support. Call HIM at 4am, talk openly, vent frustrations, and strategize together. The war is lost when you’re divided, so strengthen your alliance and face the storm together. It’s your love that builds the fortress against his negativity.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 184: 1. She Doesn’t Respect You. Narcissists must always be right, and they cannot value another’s perspective or opinion. Trying to put boundaries in place is impossible with narcissists as they do not believe anyone else has the right to have input in their lives. A narcissistic daughter-in-law may disrespect you by purposefully being late for family get-togethers, forgetting about important occasions, or name-calling.
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xxx/ellauri493.html on line 128: But the eggs must not contain blood spots. Its also a-okay to fart after dinner while your foreign guests sleep under the dinner table, if your name is Sepp. Seppo is a nickname for a yank, meaning septic tank. Eating chicken and eggs together is an excellent, highly bioavailable source of lean protein, vitamins (like B12 and D), and healthy fats.
xxx/ellauri493.html on line 179: Linda Matchett on. Linda Matchett, what is the toughest part of writing in your genre? Well, romance writing can be somewhat formulaic – boy meets girl, girl meets boy, something pulls them apart, they get back together, repeat, until they experience their happily ever after. The hard part is coming up with a unique yet believable plot with characters a reader can relate to. Because I love happily ever after, I sometimes find it difficult to make my characters suffer. Like why did Jesus have to hang on the cross so long? What was that in aid of? Take Hill. My grandmother owned every single book of Grace Livingston Hill, and I was blessed to receive them when she passed away. Many sources tout Grace as a trailblazer in the Christian romance market, and I agree. It was natural for Grace to turn to writing when money became an issue. But Linda, what’s your go-to drink while writing? Jack Daniels, and lots of it! Bible has nothing against hard liquor, as long as you don't get drunk.
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