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May 1, 2020
A JOURNAL OF PHILOSOPHICAL
ANTHROPOLOGY

How Old is that Lady
Dennis Timmer with contribution by Dennis Pearson

Editor's note -Article sent to me by the late Dennis Timmer, a classmate of mine at
Kutztown State College, 11 years ago...Bob Brand , Robert Pawling and myself missed
him at our 50th class reunion in 2019.

The answer is at the end -- it will blow you away.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The
grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools,
the computer age, and just things in general. The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think
a minute, I was born, before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox,
contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill. There was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or
ballpoint pens. Man had not invented pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers,
clothes dryers, and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and man hadn't
yet walked on the moon. Your Grandfather and I got married first-and then lived
together. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man
older than I, 'Sir'- and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a
title, 'Sir.'

We were before gay-rights, computer dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group
therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and
common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and
to stand up and take responsibility for our actions Serving your country was a
privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what
people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with
your cousins. Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the
evening breeze started. Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the
evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys
wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's
speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out
listening to Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam. Pizza Hut,
McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you
could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a
streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could
spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. You could buy a
new Chevy Coupe for $600 but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was only
11 cents gallon.

In my day, grass was mowed, coke was a cold drink, pot was something your mother
cooked in, and rock music was your grandmother's lullaby. Aids were helpers in the
Principal's office, chip meant a piece of wood, hardware was found in a hardware
store, and software wasn't even a word. And we were the last generation to actually
believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us old
and confused and say there is a generation gap. Now, how old do you think I am???.

.Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time
This Woman would be between the ages of 62 to 66
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Editor's note --- 11 years later this woman would be between the ages of 73 and 77 or
more ... And this group are said to be the prime group at risk to get and not recover
from the current pandemic that is occurring ... Not that younger people are not
immune from getting and not recovering from this pathogen ... In this year of Biblical
Jubilee --- the year of the pause so to speak ... There is a generational change going
with the old passing away for the new ... Yet on the Presidential Level the old
generation has withstood so far the challenge of the new generation with the
presumptive Democratic candidate being 70 year plus Joe Biden and the Republican
Candidate being 70 year plus Donald Trump.

I note should I make a bid for President I too would be 70 year plus in age ..... But don't
worry I do not have the money and name recognition nationally to take on that
challenge ... And besides, the stay at home order nationally would hinder my efforts to
get name recognition because of my inability to meet the potential voter on the road
... So how many people would respond to my call .... So for now I will stick to what I
am presently doing being an elected Township Commissioner of East Penn Township
... But here too we have been effected by the Governor's Stay at home order as well ...
Hopefully we will have a meeting in the 1st week of May.
Dennis Timmer
Classmates of the Kutztown State College Class of
1969 attend their 50th year reunion .
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Dennis Pearson
On our property a big branch fell on Easter last year but did not fall
on the ground but stuck up on a tree near our wood pile which was
depleted at the time ,,, Being stuck up there the branch now forms
part of a cross and it still is in view fully. When summer comes
because of the vegetation on the trees it will be harder to see but it
still will be there giving us a sign of comfort and since Jesus
replaced the lamb as sacrifice when he died for our sins hopefully it
gives us hope that Ellie and I will be protected during this cursed
wormwood pathogen the globe is experiencing.
c
By Dennis L. Pearson of The COMMON SENSE HERALD
(c) 2003 by Dennis L. Pearson and Revised (c) 2009... All Rights Reserved

The Old Testament (and the New Testament) speaks to the USA as much as it did to
ancient Israel. If we allow the atheists, the false believers and the secular humanists
to force the USA to turn its face from God, God will respond by taking our blessing
away from us. He will allow the enemy to come to our gates and do great damage to
us. We look at world history and see that empires have risen and fallen. Kingdoms
have risen and fallen. Nations have risen and fallen. Obviously the USA can share the
same fate if the eternal God turns his face from us because we have decided that we
are a government and a people above God rather than under God. And additionally,
we have decided that we are a government and a people that no longer place our
trust in God or have become so arrogant that we think that we do not need God’s
potent forced field or shield.

We need to remind ourselves that God gives us the stewardship to rule and we must
do it wisely. In ancient Israel God replaced King Saul with David because King Saul
abused his power and sinned. He did not allow David to build the temple because he
sinned. He did not allow Moses to enter the Promised Land because he sinned. Take
God out of society and wickedness will flourish; therefore for the good of the nation it
is essential that we remember that his values are superior to ours.

AND I DO EMPHASIZE THAT GOD IS NOT DEAD.

If the atheists, the false believers and the secular humanists believe that citizens can
be safe in a nation, which, having no eternal values to set its standards creates its
own values, then they all are deluding themselves. For in such a society the
standards for morality will change from day to day and morality will be ordered like a
fad. What is in for morality one day, one week, one month, one year or one decade
will be out the next day, next week, next month, next year or next decade.

Indeed, the federal government cannot promote a state religion... The early German
speaking immigrants to the U.S were much concerned about this for In their
homelands they were told by their ruling prince what religion they were to practice.
Consequently, many families have their origins in America due to the persecution of
France's Louis XIV who invaded the Duchy of Lorraine and provinces of the Holy
Roman Empire (now Southwest Germany)... These people had to convert to
Catholicism or die or the very least have their property taken away and be enslaved.
Emigration of Protestants was forbidden. However many Protestants did convert to
Catholicism with the aim to emigrate if they could and then return to their reformed
Christian or Lutheran faith.

For the American Slaves it was follow the Northern Star to get to the Free States in
the North... For the people suffering in the lands and period so described, it was
follow  the Rhine River downstream to Holland, high tail it to England and then
America.

Incredibly in the period during and after the 30 Years War and Louis XIV’s incursions –
that part of the Holy Roman Empire which later became Southwest Germany lost
approximately 90 percent of its population by death or emigration... It took the
economy of the area 120 years to recover.

But as it happened, Religious bigotry as well as ethnic bigotry again in the twentieth
Century reared its ugly head  and overtook Germany and Central Europe...  The end
result --- Mass death --- forced emigration --- forced slavery --- Cruel treatment of
Human Beings by other Human Being ---The Holocaust of both the Jewish people and
other European Ethnics --- The eventual establishment of the Jewish State of Israel.

There are people in the world such as forme Iranian President Mahmoud
Ahmadinejad  who deny that the Holocaust occurred but I do not join him as part of
that chorus... And anyone who accuses me of being part of that chorus is misguided
at the least, and very nasty, wicked and political at the most. I know that the
Holocaust --- the slaughter of 6,000,000 European Jews held in German concentration
camps occurred. The fact is, my father Kenneth Pearson as part of the U.S. Army
Signal Corp was attached to a unit of videographers and journalists that in the last
stages of World War II had visited the Concentration camps and told the stories of the
living and dead who were forced into the Camps by the German NAZI PARTY and its
Gestapo. And I personally as part of a trip to Germany for a special Passion Play at
Oberamergrau  had visited what was left of the Dachau Concentration near Munich. I
purchased a book there that described step by step how Hitler and his band of
criminals took over German society and choreographed the Holocaust.

I repeat -- Take God out of society and wickedness will flourish; therefore for the
good of the nation it is essential that we remember that his values are superior to
ours. Individuals that use the big lie technique to do harm to other individuals in
school, or in the work place or in the political world or out in the community may be
described as nasty, devious, manipulative and at the worst ---  wicked.

As far as I am concerned posting the 10 commandments is not the establishment of a
state religion. Singing the 4th Stanza of the National Anthem is not the establishment
of a state religion. Saying the pledge of allegiance is not the establishment of a state
religion.

However, adopting an official atheist policy in government is a violation of the Church
State principle by adopting secular humanism as a state approved religion. Indeed in
the United State, government cannot force an individual to adhere to a certain
religious way of life but neither can government force an individual to cease adhering
to a certain religious way of life.

Indeed the laws of government are affected by the pressures put on by those who
adhere to or not adhere to a certain religious way of life. And people in that society
are expected to submit to the laws of the land. But for those who practice the
religious way of life, their guide for morality will be in the time-honored writings and
traditions of their faith which ought to be accord with eternal law established by the
Creator of the Universe.
In Christianity, the empty tomb is the tomb of Jesus that was found to be empty by
the women myrrhbearers who had come to his tomb to carry out their last devotions
to Jesus' body by anointing his body with spices and by pouring oils over it. All four
canonical gospels report the incident with some variations.
Mark 16:1-8:

1.... When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and
Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus' body. 2....Very early on
the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb 3....and
they asked each other, "Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?"
4 ...But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been
rolled away. 5...As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white
robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. 6...."Don't be alarmed," he said.
"You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not
here. See the place where they laid him. 7....But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is
going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.'"
8...Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said
nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.
Kenneth Pearson of the 166th
Army Signal Corp  in Austria and
Germany
An Original Story By Kenneth W. Haas

ANOTHER TYPE OF CHRISTMAS
Let me begin this story by explaining to you that the main character of our
story, Jacob Holliday, was an important man - a self made man, if you please -
as he was quick to relate to anyone if the chance came up in conversation. It
was not out of pride that he said this, but rather to set the record straight so
that no one could ever question that his position came from anything other than
hard work.

He now owned and operated a large business that employed many people. He
was, if anything, a more than fair man with his employees. He was vitally
interested in their welfare, and was proud of the fact that he was able to call
most employees by their first names, and also could, in most cases, inquire
about their families with the complete assurance that he could name their wives
and most of their children

I bring all these things to your attention so that you will realize that, indeed, the
subject of our story was a compassionate man, far above average in his
dealings with people. The only luxury that our friend allowed himself other than
work was the time he allotted to his service club. Not that he really gave it that
much time, because he really did not have that much time to give. His efforts
were more inclined to be of a financial nature. After all, he reasoned with
himself that counted, too. Perhaps he was correct. (Who is to say?)

As we join Mr. Holliday in this story, he is being reminded by his secretary that
tonight is the meeting of his service club. Mr. Holliday was not too pleased by
this news because he was very busy and could not stand the slow deliberations
that went on at these meetings. Their slow plodding ways of doing things both
irritated and angered him.

At first, he decided not to go. Then he changed his mind, mainly because he
knew that tonight's meeting would probably be short because this was the  pre-
Christmas meeting when each person would pick a name of a needy child from
a box and then see that this child would be furnished with some Christmas gifts.

It would probably have been a lot better for Mr. Holliday if he would have
stayed away from the meeting that night, because there was going to be a
surprise in store for him that he would not like at all. But he went to the meeting,
never realizing that, for him, it was going to be another kind of Christmas, one
that he had never experienced before.

"Good evening", said the President of the club. "As you know, it is our custom
to choose names from a list of needy people. The officers have decided that
we would like it to be handled in another way this year, and we are going to ask
you to vote on it. We are asking that when you draw your name, instead of just
furnishing a gift, we ask that you deliver the gift yourself, to sort of give it a
personal touch."

Mr. Holliday was on his feet at once, and as patiently as he could, he explained
to everyone that he, for one, did not have the time for such nonsense.

A vote was taken on the question; and as it turned out, Mr. Holliday was the
only one that did not favor the new idea. It was with a lot of resentment that he
picked his name.

The name of the child he drew was Jason Lang, 1226 Wood Street. Mr.
Holliday well knew that this was one of the most depressing parts of the city,
and he resolved to himself that under no circumstances would he visit this
Jason Lang. He would get him a gift as he done in the years past, and have it
delivered. No one would ever know. If they did find out, so what! After all, he
was one of the largest donors to the club, and no one would dare question him.

He went home, prepared himself for bed, but he could not sleep. He tossed
and turned, and tossed and turned some more. In the morning, he resolved that
he might go to visit the boy after all because he knew he had given his word
that he would go along with the majority of the club. This is what he must do.

The early morning's light found him in front of 1226 Wood Street. The rundown
house was neither any better nor any worse than it's neighbors. It was some
misgivings that he rang a bell.

After some moments, a woman answered the door. It was plain to see from
her appearance that, at one time, she must have been a beautiful woman, but
the lines of care and sorrow had etched deep lines into her face and dulled her
beauty.

Mr. Holliday explained why he was there, and the thought that her son would be
receiving a present pleased her.

Mr. Holliday asked if he could see the boy and the mother said of course he
could, but first of all, she must explain something about her son.

"You see, Sir", she said, "My son is suffering from a malignant brain tumor. He
really does not have too long to live. His Dad deserted us several years ago.
You can see why there is no real Christmas spirit in this house."

"May I see the boy?" asked Mr. Holliday.

Mrs. Lang ushered him into a bright, cheerful room. In the corner of this room
in order to catch all the rays of the sun lay Jason. It was evident to look at him
that he was indeed sick.

His eyes were a feverish bright color. His complexion had a shallow, waxy
character to it, and the boy himself was pathetically thin.

"Here is someone to see you", said Mrs. Lang. Jason's eyes lit up with joy and
he greeted his visitor with a beautiful smile.

"Jason", said Mr. Holliday, "I'm here to ask you what you want or need for
Christmas. You can have anything you want."

"Can I really have anything I want? Asked Jason again.

"Name it and you can have it, my boy. I'm a man of my word", said Mr.
Holliday.

"All right, then", said Jason, " I want you to be my father for Christmas."

"Wait just a second," said Mr. Holliday. "I can't be your father. I wouldn't know
how to be a father. Besides, that is something you cannot demand from
someone. I must go. When you decide what you want, your Mother can call
me."

It was easy for Mr. Holliday to stay busy for the next few days because by
nature, he was a busy person. But, busy as he was, there was one thought that
he could not erase from his mind. That was Jason and the foolish idea he had.

"I won't go! I won't go, do you hear!" He shouted out loud as he slammed his
fist on the desk. His poor secretary was so startled that she dropped the
papers she had in her hand.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Holliday?"

"No, nothing at all," he said. "At least, nothing you can help me with."

Just then, the phone rang. "It's for you", said his secretary. It's a Mrs. Lang for
you and she says it is important.”

"Mr. Holliday, I know that you won't do what my son asks, and perhaps I don't
blame you, but could you come over if only for a minute. He is very bad, and
the doctor seems to think that he won't last out the day. Please come! I'm
begging you as a mother!"

Mr. Holliday forgot about his busy day ahead. He forgot that he said he
wouldn't go. The only thing he knew was that, for some reason, he had to get
there.

Mrs. Lang was crying when she opened the door for him. He hurried into the
boy's room. The boy saw him at once - just as though he was expecting him -
just as though he knew for sure that he would come.

They sat there for a long time just making small talk and getting to know each
other.

As the afternoon wore on, the boy seemed to become less aware of things
going on around him.

There was a sudden terrible spasm that seemed to shake the boy's body. His
eyes opened wide and they seemed filled with pain.

The boy smiled weakly, and his trembling hand motioned Mr. Holliday to come
closer. As he did, the boy raised himself, put his arms around Mr. Holliday’s'
neck, and placed a kiss on Mr. Holliday’s cheek - just a delicate brush, much
like a butterfly brushing a precious petal of a flower.

"I love you, Dad", said the boy, and then, suddenly, the words gushed out of
him - the words mixed with tears that he had not shed for years - " I love you
too, Son", he said.

In the twinkling of an eye, the boy was gone into a land where there was no
more pain, but only peace and love.

Mr. Holliday cried for a long while that day, and for many days afterward. He
was a sadder man, for he learned a Christmas secret - it is easy to give of your
finances and even of your time, but the real secret is when you give of yourself
out of love - for then the magic doors are opened for you.l
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