WaltL1
Senior Member
Ya'll might enjoy this. Some great historical stuff.
Yep.Don't have to be a believer to appreciate a beautiful song and culture.
If that was in black and white, it would have fit into the video perfectly.Been there. Done that.
To me personally, those photos are snapshots in time of what
unpolluted, raw belief looks like.
Do you mean that you think that there weren't pastors at those churches sneaking money from the offering plate for a new Oldsmobile, a couple more of bottles of alcohol or looking for young, innocent boys to mess with?
Do you mean that you think that there weren't pastors at those churches sneaking money from the offering plate for a new Oldsmobile, a couple more of bottles of alcohol or looking for young, innocent boys to mess with?
I think we have a tendency to think of the good ol' days as if they were perfect. The good ol' days being days that we didn't actually live through. Most of the time, those days had exactly the same or very similar things going on.
No actually what I meant was at that very moment in time none of those other things (the pollution) were happening.Do you mean that you think that there weren't pastors at those churches sneaking money from the offering plate for a new Oldsmobile, a couple more of bottles of alcohol or looking for young, innocent boys to mess with?
I think we have a tendency to think of the good ol' days as if they were perfect. The good ol' days being days that we didn't actually live through. Most of the time, those days had exactly the same or very similar things going on.
No actually what I meant was at that very moment in time none of those other things (the pollution) were happening.
Now maybe 15 minutes after the service was over, I have no doubt you may have heard "Did you see Martha? I don't think she was really praying, she was just moving her lips" or maybe "Hey Emmette, ya gotta love a good wet gown contest right" elbow elbow snicker snicker.
At the moment of the picture, raw belief is what was happening.
I think we have a tendency to think of the good ol' days as if they were perfect. The good ol' days being days that we didn't actually live through. Most of the time, those days had exactly the same or very similar things going on.
You look at that and then think about the fact that these days we get really perturbed if our hot pizza doesn't show up at the door in 30mins or less.Old photos of that era and the stories from my elders remind me of "hard times" more than good. Slavery, war, poverty, hunger, early death, bad health, bad working conditions, not much education, no electricity, no running water, and on & on.
I guess going to my Grandmother's house was the tail end of that era for me. She still had an outhouse and I'd see someone plowing with a mule. She lived in a tar paper cabin. She was also very religious.
I wonder if hard times made one more religious and our easy times makes one less? Perhaps not and it's just education for some.
Maybe hard times will come again no more;
You look at that and then think about the fact that these days we get really perturbed if our hot pizza doesn't show up at the door in 30mins or less.
Shame on us.
We also forget, that those pictures aren't ancient history.
The same thing exists today, it just looks different.
I picture a little cave family grunting "You wanna see some hard times? We'll show you some hard times. Now pass that bone over here so I can gnaw on it".If only we had pictures of the hard times over the past 100,000 years of human history.