Category Archives: History

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By restoring these photos to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following classic blog entries to their former glory:

MY HAPPY EASTER
THURSDAY NIGHT WITH KOUNTERTOP (PT.1)
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RELAY FOR LIFE

The picture of me dunking is not a photo trick or a lowered hoop, I’m sure.

I’m not quite sure why I took the religious photos. But I like them.

The Easter photos are interesting because this year we won’t be celebrating Easter on Easter for the first time that I can ever remember. Mom is heading to Virginia with her favorite child that weekend. I might have my own private Air Fryer Easter that day.

The pictures of Shannon are from when she started at United Way. She needed a head shot for some kind of press release or newsletter or to hang in the company bathroom. I’m not really sure. However, I am 100% sure that Shannon will continue to work at The United Way for the foreseeable future. She will probably retire from there.

Next week’s walk down memory lane will involve snow.

03-09-08

These pictures came from the folder called 03-09-08:


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The first picture is a picture of my journal. The next picture is of me mailing my last every student loan payment. The final pictures are of Logan and I after we completed is confirmation mentoring program.

By adding these images to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the finally blog posts to their original glory:

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Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will probably involve Little White Lye Soap. Probably.

03-08-08

The pictures from the folder called 03-08-08 were taken at an Inebriated Saints concert:


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As far as I know, The Inebriated Saints no longer exist. But I could be wrong about such things.

By adding these pictures to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following blog to its original glory:

THE CHURCH OF THE INEBRIATED SAINTS

Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will possibly involve soap, but will definitely involve a picture of me mailing.

03-01-08

The following pictures were in the folder 03-01-08 even though most of them seem to be from July of 2007.


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The last picture is of my Grandpa Paris’ 1979 Iowa State football season ticket.

Some of these pictures were taken at the Boone County Fair, some at McHose Park, some behind the Computer Mine.

By adding these photos to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following posts to their original glory:

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I’m not exactly sure where next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will end up yet.

02-28-08

The following pictures were all found in the folder 02-28-08:


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These pictures were all taken with a camera that Nader wanted me to test before he took it with him to London.

By adding these photos to the Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following blog post:

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Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane is hard to describe. Looks like a bunch of pictures that don’t belong together, but I’ll get it sorted.

Dignity, Always Dignity

Getting back to the backlog, here are some pictures on the way home from my trip to South Dakota with my Mom:


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The stops included DIGNITY OF EARTH & SKY, The Corn Palace, and the Hungry Dog for lunch. I reiterate my love of The Hungry Dog!

I didn’t know anything about DIGNITY OF EARTH & SKY before the trip. It was just something we came across on the trip. It overlooks the Missouri River near Chamberlain, South Dakota. It is 50 foot high and I love it.

It also manages to be way less creepy than the Big Jesus statue in Sioux City.

Still probably about 4 or 5 more blog posts coming about this trip!

Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Coming of the Lord

Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I think that is as apropos a time as any to share some pictures from my recent trip to the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis:


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I have a well known love of history, but at the same time, I’m not really a museum person. I love to go to places where history has happened, but museums usually don’t hold my attention for extremely long time. That being said, if you’re ever in Memphis, the Civil Rights Museum is a hard recommend.

The front of the museum is the hotel where Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Across the street is the boarding house where the shot was fired that killed him. I’m not sure why they’ve decided to make that part of the museum. I would burn that building to the ground.

Actually I’d put every BS racist traitor confederate statue I could in that building and then burn it to the ground. With that being said, the exhibits in that building are definitely weaker than in the hotel part of the museum.

The museum is a powerful reminder of how far we’ve come in this country from slavery to the Civil War to reconstruction to Jim Crow to Freedom Writers to Selma to the Voting Rights Act. It is a reminder that basic human rights are still under fire to this day and we have to stay vigilant before we start marching backwards in the country.

In the last speech that Martin Luther King Jr. gave before he was assassinated he preached on the Good Samaritan. His words still ring true to this day and seem the right way to end this blog:

Let us develop a kind of dangerous unselfishness. One day a man came to Jesus; and he wanted to raise some questions about some vital matters in life. At points, he wanted to trick Jesus, and show him that he knew a little more than Jesus knew, and through this, throw him off base. Now that question could have easily ended up in a philosophical and theological debate. But Jesus immediately pulled that question from mid-air, and placed it on a dangerous curve between Jerusalem and Jericho. And he talked about a certain man, who fell among thieves. You remember that a Levite and a priest passed by on the other side. They didn’t stop to help him. And finally a man of another race came by. He got down from his beast, decided not to be compassionate by proxy. But with him, administering first aid, and helped the man in need. Jesus ended up saying, this was the good man, this was the great man, because he had the capacity to project the “I” into the “thou,” and to be concerned about his brother. Now you know, we use our imagination a great deal to try to determine why the priest and the Levite didn’t stop. At times we say they were busy going to church meetings—an ecclesiastical gathering—and they had to get on down to Jerusalem so they wouldn’t be late for their meeting. At other times we would speculate that there was a religious law that “One who was engaged in religious ceremonials was not to touch a human body twenty-four hours before the ceremony.” And every now and then we begin to wonder whether maybe they were not going down to Jerusalem, or down to Jericho, rather to organize a “Jericho Road Improvement Association.” That’s a possibility. Maybe they felt that it was better to deal with the problem from the causal root, rather than to get bogged down with an individual effort.

But I’m going to tell you what my imagination tells me. It’s possible that these men were afraid. You see, the Jericho road is a dangerous road. I remember when Mrs. King and I were first in Jerusalem. We rented a car and drove from Jerusalem down to Jericho. And as soon as we got on that road, I said to my wife, “I can see why Jesus used this as a setting for his parable.” It’s a winding, meandering road. It’s really conducive for ambushing. You start out in Jerusalem, which is about 1200 miles, or rather 1200 feet above sea level. And by the time you get down to Jericho, fifteen or twenty minutes later, you’re about 2200 feet below sea level. That’s a dangerous road. In the days of Jesus it came to be known as the “Bloody Pass.” And you know, it’s possible that the priest and the Levite looked over that man on the ground and wondered if the robbers were still around. Or it’s possible that they felt that the man on the ground was merely faking. And he was acting like he had been robbed and hurt, in order to seize them over there, lure them there for quick and easy seizure. And so the first question that the Levite asked was, “If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?” But then the Good Samaritan came by. And he reversed the question: “If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?”

That’s the question before you tonight. Not, “If I stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to all of the hours that I usually spend in my office every day and every week as a pastor?” The question is not, “If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?” “If I do not stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to them?” That’s the question.

Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation.

The Postcard Recreation Project – Teddy Roosevelt

A few months back Jen sent me a text message out of the blue suggesting that I should try to recreate (update) old postcards. It seems like a perfect fit for me, since I might be the last person on the world who really loves postcards and even occasionally sends them and loves to get them (hint! hint!).

I made sort of a test run recently of the Teddy Roosevelt statue in McHose Park. Have a look:


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I’m not going to toot my horn that this was a resounding success. I do have a 100% commitment to the truth, but I did learn a lot from this first run. I’m excited to put this new knowledge to the test in the nearish future.