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His wife's name does ring a bell. Ugh, the special needs thing still. Guess not all have learned from the past

Sad to hear! 

Met Brendy in a pool hall along with Donal Butterly, Mihal Adams. (my spelling is most likely off for the other two fellas). But I do recall Donal was quite adamant his name was not Donald! lol

Brendy introduced me to Guinness. A brew you like or do not. I still like it. That sure was a fun evening of pool and hanging out. What a personality the man had. It seems Brendy was the lead during the building of the fountain of living waters?

My old friend Steve Gillespie passed on April 10, 2009...Good Friday. When I first came to a Birmingham, AL branch meeting in 1976 he wanted to know who the punk with the black Trans Am, smoking a cigar was. We became pals and later shared what we refered to as 'the upper room' at a way home. It was actually the finished attic of a circa 1920's house in town. He had a small fridge in the room filled with Miller long necks. We would sit on the roof at times and have a couple of brews. When I moved back home in 96 I re-connected with him. More brews were shared along with pool games. Many discussions of the way took place. Steve was an intelligent thought provoking individual, a tough guy, and a Marine. He loved God and his people. His ashes will be placed at the Veterans Memorial Cemetary when it opens in May of this year. I sure love ya bro! You will be missed. Rack 'em up, I'll bring a couple of beers.

My mother told me when I came home from school that day. I was in first grade. I remember thinking how can someone shoot the President, and why?

Yes and no. I have a Camaro SS convertible for fun and a Toyota Camry for work, etc.

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Hey BackForty. I was one of the WOWs in Birmingham during 75-76. I'm xx xxxxxx, who are u? Whose twig were you in? We did have a great branch, lots of cool people. It's been so long I've forgotten some names though. Sue Washington was our branch leader.

Hi Ed. I went to twig at Colin, Carlene, Gloria & Don's house. My name is Wayne. I was the teenager with the black Trans Am. I remember your name. Were you in Beth's family? Yes, Sue was great! Some of the other names I recall are Brian, Larry, Sheila, Dierdre, Jan(?). I can picture other faces but the names aren't coming to mind right now.

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So, the great Dubya mistery is solved!

maybe George Bush put it there

LMAO! :lol:

I found a picture of it ... I don't remember that, but it was probably not visible from the ranch. I didn't get out much, except to exercise the horses in the BLM. Jerry, Star, Buck, .... ummm, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen ... wait no, those were Corps women ...

I see a football stadium back there, maybe it is a school initial.

Yeah that's it. Ok, so some remember it being there. I was wondering if it had anything to do with the way, but I guess it doesn't.

This morning I saw a portion of an automotive program where they were at a car show in Gunnison, CO. In the background there was a large white W on the mountain side. I don't remember seeing this when I was at Camp Gunnison. Anyone know anything about it?

Such a loss. Bob was my senior corps. I recall talking with him on occasion while in residence. I can still see his smile, what a nice guy.

Ellen was 4th corps and was ordained while serving as limb leader of Alabama in the late 70's. I heard later she got married and was in Riverside, CA. Her husband died in a work related accident.

Micki lived at a way home with Ellen and others. She had served as a Minnesota harvester. I believe Micki was originally from Alabama.

Anyone know of their whereabouts?

That's what the work coordinator said as we lined up with rakes in hand inside Emporia's circle drive. We spread out side-by-side and raked the entire area to remove the dead grass clippings.

This afternoon I was raking some dead grass where the sun/drought has killed it. Suddenly I could see all the people, rakes, those wooden carts... deja vu whoaa!

Just thought I would share a non drug induced flashback.

Ralph,

You were the man then and you are the man now. Thank you.

This is the first installment of GreaseSpot Radio that I have listened to. It ends at the time I left. So, it is extra special to me as it concerns my final days. I did not know my corps coordinator had been fired a month before I left.

I first heard of this activity shortly after vpw's passing. A woman in my twig that had been involved longer than myself had been on staff at hq. She was approached by vpw and turned him down. Naturally at the time I was shocked. I cannot recall what I said to her if anything. Then I recalled a late night bless patrol shift at Emporia. At least I wasn't stuck out in the back forty this time! I was to watch the coach behind the library but not approach it. During the night a tall slender girl with long straight hair approached the coach. She was not carrying anything in her hands. She entered the coach. I never saw her come out before my shift ended. Of course this doesn't mean anything other than it made me think. What was going on that night?

My hat if off to Pat for contacting people over the years. I do hope God will heal her heart also.

It brings tears to my eyes to think what my corps sisters had to deal with. Along with so many other members outside of the corps household. I do hope their hearts have healed over this.

Truly sad news and at such a young age. :(

I knew Charlie from Alabama before he went into the corps. Then he was my elder corps later on in residence. I do not recall meeting Vonda. I can think of one F8 person, Cindy Norvell.

I hope Charlie and Vonda are doing well.

30 yrs ago I was a wow in MN. I believe the snow was beginning to melt about now. Rock 78 was our home coming.

Yeah it was like the cool hippy days then. Once I arrived at Emporia however, it became all business from then on. Too bad.

No that's not it. But, that house is only the next block down. The yahoo map on the real estate site is totally wrong. I last saw the house about ten years ago and don't have a pic. I'll have to cruise down there and take one.

I grew up here and took the 'freedom' class in '76. We had some wonderful people in Bham as WOW's on the 75-76 wave!

The house the branch leader lived in later became a Way Home in which I lived until going WOW in 77. This home was probably built in the 20's or 30's. Someone has since restored the house and it boasts a Bham Beautification Board Award.

Several other great people came to the area following my WOW year. All of which I have fond memories of. :)

I hope TX is spared from damage. We could sure use the rain in AL so I hopefully Humberto will visit us.

I lived in Houston for a year (87-88) after leaving the Way in Dallas. Recently I looked on google earth for my apt on Ella Blvd north of Rankin Rd. It appears they are gone. They were very nice at the time.

Six months after graduating from the 12th corps, I landed a job requiring coat & tie. I asked to borrow 1k for a wordrobe. They were willing to go 600. I recall telling the person on the phone my grandmother would be happy to loan the rest. <_<

Just finished watching an Elvis concert on TV Land.

I was at the Rock as well getting ready to go out WOW. What a F'n waste of time.

However, the folks in the WOW family were pretty cool. Particularly my WOW brother. I also have fond memories of some of the local believers, a guy who worked theatre in town and a gal in high school. So, it wasn't a total loss. oops, almost forgot Paul Bunyan! Hello Brainerd!

Most of my in-res corps nights were at Stalag Emporia with JAL, and DB.

There was one corps night that did not suck. Our area had an all day work day followed by the brown bag dinner and corps night. I did not have time after work and cleaning up to make it from UH dorm to the cafeteria and back to the library. Man was I hungary!

Dr. W was there and began by showing some film. While it was playing he walked out of the teacher's room and pointed out people to go to the teacher's room. He pointed at me, I mouthed the word ME? He then mouthed YES, YOU. So I got off my arse and went into the teachers room. In there were burgers and beer for us!

The best part came later when LCM called him from HQ. I have no idea what the conversation was about, but Dr. W reamed him like you would not believe for the longest time! I had to hold the beer up to my face to cover the grin.

Eyesopen thanks for sharing. We were dialed in from a way home when POP was read. I have often wondered what that time was like residence.

Dearest Lisa,

My name is Wayne. I knew your father George in Irving TX from 1984 - 86. You were a precious little thing then, the gleam in his eye. I am so sorry to hear he has passed on. It is however, comforting that he went peacefully. George was a wise, honest, hard-working man. He will be missed by many. My heart goes out to you over your loss. I lost my father a few years ago. It doesn't matter how old one is when it happens, it is not an event one can totally prepare for. You can have comfort in knowing your father was loved by many people who knew him personally, and via this board. I wish you only the best. I know you will do well. If there is anything I can do, please let me know.

Following an unfortunate session of skitching...break dancing was born...