“Sing, barren, you who didn’t give birth;Isaiah 54:1
break out into singing, and cry aloud,
you who didn’t travail with child:
for more are the children of the desolate
than the children of the married wife,”
says Yehowah יהוה.”
LAURA SULLIVAN, host: Ready for a pop quiz? Which of these influential leaders was mentally ill?Continue reading
of Huskies, Pens, Pants, and Panties…
“I now don’t think we should pressure people who have chosen not to vote, as a signal in its own right.”Buster benson
Buster Benson: I’ve been talking to a few people who chose not to vote in the recent midterms and I feel like they each made a good case for why they made that decision. As a result, unexpectedly, I think my own position on the matter has changed a bit too. I feel we have a moral obligation to give as many people the ability to vote as we can, and to make it as low friction as possible to vote in an informed, thoughtful way. But I now don’t think we should pressure people who have chosen not to vote, as a signal in its own right. It lines up with my other “empower people to make informed, healthy choices” beliefs around reproduction rights, end-of-life privileges, and use of mind-altering chemicals. Just sharing here because we rarely document when our beliefs change, and maybe if we shared things like this more we’d normalize it and encourage growth instead of fixed mindsets in our public positioning.
I have a hard time with this. I see it as a responsibility.facbeook
I liken it to sex.Angela Glass
Many men agree with you—
sex is their wive’s duty,
it’s not rape and it’s not a choice.
Angela Glass I don’t think I can have a serious dialogue with someone that likens voting to rape.Facebook Commenter
You’d have thought I was going to be late to pick him up… last night he messaged to ensure I knew he’d be on his way in the morning, and ultimately while he made the flight, I’m glad he slept and overslept but awoke to make it.
Apparently he almost missed the connecting flight too, owing to some gyro he picked up along the way near the gate as they were boarding…
Mary asked for a ride to San Clemente to the DMV, and I said yes.
By the time we left Laguna Coffee for San Clemente we were running behind… there was a snafu with Q at Brooks, but then on my way with 20 minutes savings thanks to the tollroad.
I made it to the airport before Jacob’s bag made it off the conveyor belt.
Maddox S. Ritch, 6, of Mooresville, NC passed away on Sept. 27, 2018.
A visitation will be held from 7:00 – 9:00 PM on Thursday, Oct. 4, 2018 at Raymer-Kepner Funeral Home, Huntersville, NC.
A funeral service will be held at 11:00 AM on Friday, Oct. 5, 2018 in the chapel at Raymer-Kepner Funeral Home.
Burial will be private.
The Ritch family is under the care of Raymer-Kepner Funeral Home.
Full obituary can be read at www.raymerfh.com:
Maddox Scott Ritch, 6, of Mooresville, NC passed away on September 27, 2018.
Maddox was born in Mecklenburg County on August 14, 2012 to Ian Scott Ritch and Carrie Irene Ritch.
He is preceded in death by his great-grandmother, Vee Paccione; cousin, Grace Ella Lindley; and great-grandmother, Shirley Watson.
Maddox is survived by his loving parents, Carrie and Ian Ritch; grandparents, Lynn Ritch and Freddie, Elaine and Joseph Paccione; and several Aunts, Uncles, and extended family.
Maddox was a sweet and loving little boy who was full of laughter. He loved Paw Patrol, his Teddy, playing with his bouncy balls, but above all he loved his mom and dad the most.
A visitation will be held from 7:00 – 9:00 pm on Thursday, October 4, 2018 at Raymer-Kepner Funeral Home in Huntersville, NC
A funeral service will be held at 11:00 am on Friday, October 5, 2018 in the chapel at Raymer-Kepner Funeral Home in Huntersville, NC.
The burial will be held private.
Donations to help the family during this difficult time may be made at: https://www.gofundme.com/support-maddox-ritch039s-family .
Memorial contributions may also be sent to Kindermourn at 1320 Harding Place, Charlotte, NC 28204.
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The Watchtower has settled multiple lawsuits filed by former members across the country, many of whom claimed that they were sexually abused as children — and that their abusers were protected by elders who enforced the religion’s rules, like one that requires sexual assault victims to find two eyewitnesses to support their allegations.
A video recording of Bartlett’s talk was leaked online by an anonymous person early 2018.
“We know that the scene of this world is changing, and we know Satan’s coming after us, and he’s going to go for us legally.”
“We can see by the way things are shaping up. So the organization has said, ‘We’ve run into difficulties in the past because of the records we have.'”Shawn Bartlett, the Witnesses’ record management overseer, explained that handwritten notes and drafts of internal documents needed to be destroyed because of the potential legal harm they posed to the organization, which has eight million followers worldwide. — Philly.com, July 9, 2018
GUY G. NIBLICK, 61, passed away on Monday, Oct. 30, 2017. He is survived by his wife of 19 years, Vicky Niblick; three sons, Jacob Niblick, Josh Niblick and Justin Niblick; three stepdaughters, 12 brothers, three sisters, and lots of nieces and nephews.
His deeds are carried in memory of his family. Continue reading
10/19/2016 12:02 pm ET via @HuffingtonPost
Throughout the course of mankind women and girls have been subject to the pressure of social messages instructing and reinforcing them as to how to “do” their gender, and as to how to be real, or true women. These ideals are then repeated or reproduced through their enactments and learned by successive generations with slight modifications accommodating for changes in the times, or namely the economy and politics. Simply put—the ideals of true womanhood are formed, reinforced, and passed down through generations of women.
Society’s expectations of women in regard to feeding, infertility, childbearing, particularly as social attitudes and technologies have changed.
I’ve been hard at work publishing all of my sister Heather’s genealogy research that she’s been completing over the last several years, focused mainly on our Hilton lineage.
Meanwhile, the Baxley’s come from the Anglo-Saxon tribes that ruled over Britain, and are from Sussex and Buckingham where they’ve held a family seat from early times.
Then he told me that one of my relatives lived locally in San Diego, Superior Court Judge Robert Baxley, or “Bax” as friends called him (see bracelet on the cover of “The Lifeguards, A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950’s” by Robert C. Baxley). Yes, “called” as in past tense. I’m once again heart broken to learn I won’t meet another legendary human on this earth.
However, I hope his friends will help me out.
Who knew I was coming home? Continue reading
Momma used to sing to me, “Angie baby, you’re a special lady….”
Jon Wurster, drummer for Superchunk, and the Mountain Goats on Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby”
“Possibly the most frightening song ever written. It’s the story of this girl, Angie, who’s described as ‘a little touched.’ She lives in her own imagination, and she’s listening to this rock station all the time. And then this creepy guy who’s been lurking outside of her house comes over and convinces her to let him hang out with her. But the music is so loud that he’s thrown off his game and he’s disoriented. And as she turns the radio down, he gets physically smaller, and he’s sucked into the radio. Then the scariest line ever is ‘never to be found.’ He’s in there forever! I think as a child, that’s what scared me the most. Like, Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, bands like that, they sing about being mutilated and butchered – but I don’t think any of their songs are as scary as a song with the idea of being shrunken down and sucked into a radio for eternity.”
Video by John Wilson, Fine Art Films, for The Sonny & Cher Show.
Allen Eugene Rodman, Kirkwood Police Officer, passed away on Saturday, October 31, 2015 in St. Louis, Missouri. Allen was buried in Woodland Cemetery in Van Wert, Ohio.
He was the beloved of Jessica Marie Dacus, the son and first born of Wanda Carolyn and the late Graydon Rodman, and a loving father of Michal l’Lena and Evan Elijah Rodman, and to Christopher and Shelby.
Allen will be missed by his only brother, Burton Lowell Rodman, his family and his mother.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
Our red Jetta had a scratch.
I found a grand “Child Abuse Sucks” sticker, black-and-white which I figured would look great on red, and decided to cover the scratch with the sticker.
Today we came out to our car to find someone apparently thinks Child Abuse doesn’t Suck?
Guess I need a new plan for covering this scratch.
Oh! Breathe Not His Name
by Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
OH! breathe not his name,—let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;
Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o’er his head.
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Lawmakers say the bill corrects a Supreme Court case that, because the statute of limitations had been reached, denied a narrow group of child sex-abuse victims the right sue religious organizations, private and nonprofit groups that employed their abusers.
“If we didn’t do it, the law would still be invalid and the people would waiting on the legislature to see if we wanted to correct the law,” said Sen. Jim Beall.
Under the proposed law, victims over the age of 26 in 2003 will have a chance to file lawsuits during a one-year period.
On October 13, 2013 Governor Jerry Brown has refused to sign SB 131 into Californian law.
Brown studied to become a Catholic priest as a young man. This will doubtless fuel debate as to Brown’s motivations for turning down the bill. Kathleen Conti, a keen supporter of SB 131, expressed her sorrow this morning. “It is extremely disappointing that our Governor has allowed powerful deep-pocketed religious leaders, influential religious lobbyists and law firms to cloud the real issue here, which is the right of abuse victims to pursue justice for crimes committed against them,” she said. “Subpoenaed documents clearly show that certain religious institutions have been fully aware of the danger posed to children by pedophiles within their own ranks, but have kept things secret and handled matters internally instead of warning parents and letting the proper authorities handle perpetrators. I find it distressing that congregants will continue to not only attend but also financially support such morally bankrupt institutions who claim to have God’s blessing while at the same time being guilty of concealing crimes against children.”
The Baxley & Glass families of Charlotte, North Carolina
have been family friends for generations.
Darryl “expounds upon Angela’s virtues a little”
“Angela is personable, beautiful, loving, joyful, spiritual-minded, brilliant, playful, serious about important things, sociable, likable, engaging, charming, studious, always thirsting for knowledge, one of the best friends a person can have, and she’s committed to ‘us’.
Angela is a designer in the tech world, I am a consultant in the business tech world. She loves people, family, and culture, like me. She loves to travel and experience other cultures, like me. She’s anxious for the end of this bad system and being a part of God’s new one, like me. She hates all the cruel injustices of this world, like me. She wants to make life a little better for people, like me. She loves the Bible, like me. She believes in the enjoyment of life, like me. She loves the ocean and the beach, like me. She’s also weird and slightly off, like me. All in all, we’re a pretty good fit. 🙂 Good thing since we are becoming “one flesh.'”
Angela on Darryl
“I just asked for the guy version of me.”
HERBERT LOWELL SCHAADT, 78, of Fort Wayne, passed away on Thursday, June 13, 2013, at Visiting Nurse Hospice Home.
Born April 26, 1935, in Willshire, Ohio, Herb was a son of the late Dorothy Fritz ＆ Edward Schaadt.
- Allen Eugene Rodman
- Burton Lowell Rodman
- Angela Marié Niblick Baxley Glass
- Sandra Nicole Knapp
- Heather Reneé Niblick Baxley Puckett
- Matthew Gabriél Niblick Baxley
- Erin Estellé Baxley Hagar
and 13 great-grandchildren
- Luc Andrew Rodman
- Nathaniel Marc Rodman
- Madelynn Grace Rodman
- Hannah Marie Knapp
- Tyler Jayce Roberts
- Michal l’Lena Rodman
- Brittany Leann Hagar
- Katie Danielle Hagar
- Evan Elijah Rodman
- Hailey Estellé Hagar
- Mackenzie Leigh Puckett
- Hannah Nicole Hagar
- Jackson David Puckett
- (Addison Rae Knapp)
- (Charlotte Avery Baxley)
He was also preceded in death by his son, Randy; and brothers, Richard and Raymond.
Service is 2 p.m. Monday, June 17, 2013, with viewing two hours prior to the service, at Dooley Funeral Home, 202 W. River St., Antwerp, Ohio. He will be laid to rest at Maumee Cemetery. Memorials to Hospice Home.
Condolences and fond memories may be shared at www.dooleyfuneralhome.com.
Published in Fort Wayne Newspapers on June 15, 2013
A friend and I were wondering about the etymology of the word Christendom the other day, and theorized that it might have meant to imply “Christ’s Kingdom”, only given Revelation, it would be the kingdom of the false Christ.
I then came across this story…
Escape from Christendom
by Robert Burnell
In my dream I see the lone figure of a man following a road. As the sun sets beneath the hills, a city comes into view. Nearing it, the traveler sees what appears to be a large group of churches. Spires and crosses pierce the skyline. His pace quickens. Is this his destination? He passes an imposing structure, a neon sign flashing “Cathedral of the Future.” Farther on a floodlit stadium supports a billboard boasting that fifty thousand people crowd into evangelistic meetings there three nights a week. Beyond this, modest “New Testament” chapels and Hebrew Christian synagogues cluster together on the street front.
“Is this the City of God?” I hear the traveler ask a woman at the information booth in the central square.
“No this is Christian City, “she replies.
“But I thought this road led to the City of God!” He exclaims with great disappointment.
“That’s what we all thought when we arrived,” she answers, her tone sympathetic.
“This road continues up the mountain, doesn’t it?” He asks.
“I wouldn’t know, really,” she answers blankly.
I watched the man turn away from her and trudge on up the mountain in the gathering darkness. Reaching the top, he starts out into the blackness; it looks as though there is nothing, absolutely nothing, beyond. With a shudder he retraces his steps into Christian City an takes a room at a hotel.
Strangely unrefreshed, at dawn he arises and follows the road up the mountain again; in the brightening light of the sun he discovers that what seemed like a void the night before is actually a desert–dry, hot, rolling sand as far as the eye can see. The road narrows to a path which rises over a dune and disappears. “Can this trail lead to the City of God?” He wonders aloud. It appears to be quite deserted and rarely traveled. Continue reading
From: Angela Baxley
Date: Sun, Feb 17, 2013 at 2:21 PM
Subject: Johnny & June
To: Willy Wonka
Some times I get the feeling he gave us the chance to be the next
Johnny & June. Or would you prefer Elvis?
Life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind could invent.
— Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle
I couldn’t invent the story of my life if I tried, it’s hard enough figuring out how to write it. Life has been non-stop and I just can’t seem to figure out how I’d ever explain it all — I imagine with the tools now I can basically rig up a wedding photo montage with music introducing the couple style experience if I could just compile all the images (curate them) and add the details like the music, atmospheric settings, etc, and if technology could only get as good as the ideal—it being fully recorded for full sensorial experience upon playback, upon editing.
“Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.” — Mr. Magorium
Randy Lowell Schaadt, 55, of Fort Wayne, passed away Friday, September 21, 2012 at his sister’s residence in Antwerp, Ohio.
Randy, known by his three sisters as “Bubby“, asks that you watch his collection of family photos (on Flickr, above) with the accompanying track “GOODBYE” (below, on SoundCloud) as a slideshow… Angela suggests playing the video (further below, on YouTube) on low volume over the soundtrack as you watch the slideshow, too.
Randy was born in Van Wert, Ohio on August 31, 1957, the son of Laura “Katy” (Hilton) and Herbert Schaadt of Fort Wayne.
He will be sadly missed by his parents and sisters, Wanda Rodman of Antwerp, Arlene (Melvin) Baxley of Statesville, NC & Audrey Knapp of Hobe Sound, Florida.