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11 Jul 2004 @ 05:11, by celestial

AGE: Birth to 7 yrs. old.

I was born and raised a preacher's kid. My father was Missionary Baptist; my mother was my QUEEN. My father's trade was blacksmith and machinist as well as jack of all trades. I was the first of five children. The first time my father held me in his arms, he lifted me up, above his head, and said aloud to G.O.D., "I dedicate this one to you." He named me Daniel Paul. My name means "judge little." The first sentence that I uttered as a baby was, "Take shoes off," according to my mother.
I've heard that preachers kids are the worst of all kids. Looking back at my life and analyzing it, I can now certainly understand that perception.
My first rebellion was evidenced by me standing up in church one Sunday evening and throwing a hymnal (hard backed song book) at my father while he was preaching in the pulpit. I think I was about five or six years old at the time and was totally confounded that I wasn't spanked or chastised, in any manner, immediately afterward. However, dad had his eye on me from that moment forward; I was trouble on the horizon and he started planning contingencies of which I knew not.
The first lie I told was to our work group, including my uncle, where we were cutting extremely tall grass at another church building (I was about seven or eight years old). I claimed to have seen a snake and my uncle was all over me, wanting to know where it was. Then I had to tell another lie pointing in a certain direction and telling him about where I saw it. It was then that I saw a gopher hole and told the third lie; I said, "He must have gone in it." Whew, I thought, I better rethink telling lies.

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11 Jul 2004 @ 05:50 by swan : There is the face of a serious
mischief maker :-) Thanks for the introduction. I love to hear people's personal stories.

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Mischief...I tend to stand up to authority without counting the cost. I've paid dearly, too, for each lesson (in cash and with my life). Ov course, the authorities learn from me too. It's a two way street. Generally, they pay much more, in the end, than I had to pay.
They who judge me (especially the law of the land) will be found to have judged my Lord and they are in for a rude surprise, unfortunately. Not because of anything that I could possibly say or do, but what G.O.D. is fixing to do to them.  

11 Jul 2004 @ 06:18 by scotty : That smile
reminds me of 'another' rebel - his name was Elvis !*grin*
Thanks for this entry Dan - I'm really looking forward to learning more !

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Flattery will get you "know"-where! teehee!  

11 Jul 2004 @ 06:23 by spiritseek : the rest of the story
your eyes look very mischievious,or are you planning your escape?

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My day ov departure, the hour, and "vehicle" are prearranged.  

11 Jul 2004 @ 07:13 by shawa : Hello, Cutie!
I too like to hear people´s stories. That reminds me of a time when some of us published our baby pics to show to each other where we come from. Nice to see you. :-)

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Nice to meet you.
At each stage of my story, I'll upload a picture of that stage in my life.  

11 Jul 2004 @ 13:19 by vibrani : good to meet you
when you were having that photo taken (any memories of it?) were you wondering what the hell was going on and why you had to sit there like that and what did they want from you? "Am I supposed to be having fun now?" lol

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Hi. How are things today?

At a specific age (which I will not disclose) I encapsulated all I had learned about the "New World" and placed it in memory; I was getting too many negative vibes affecting my outlook, so I had to wipe the slate clean and start over. Then I started another "chapter."
When I asked my mother about that period of time (I wanted her perspective of me), she told me that I was too good of a baby!  

11 Jul 2004 @ 17:13 by spiritseek : too good?
now why would you be too good of a baby?

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Yes, she said too good. I very seldom cried or complained; I just laid there thinkng, observing, and processing information about this "New World" which I had entered. Because I just laid there, the weight of gravity caused the back of my head to be somewhat flat while my skull was still forming!!!

That must explain why I like flat head Harley Davidsons! lol  

11 Jul 2004 @ 17:27 by scotty : Funny thing has just occured to me !
Dan - you've actually been around NCN for quite a few months now (I believe) and NOW that you've 'formally' introduced yourself - all sorts of nice people are popping in to say hello and to greet you ! (makes me think of the nice neighbourly things that people used to do when someone new came to live next door !)
I'd like to add my voice to theirs - Hello Dan - pleased to meet you !

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Yes indeed, I've been here since the first of the year, reading, and learning how to get around on this site. I am now just becoming familiar enough with it to be comfortable with it and the core members. I don't know how many, or who, are actually involved in the maintenance of it but I fully appreciate their work and dedication. I hope to be able to volunteer here in some capacity as soon as I fulfil my duties on other projects.

This really is a nice neighborhood! "It's another beautiful day in the neighborhood..."

It has been a pleasure to have met you, and the others!!!  

11 Jul 2004 @ 20:55 by skookum : hey..
MY dad was a blacksmith and a machinist... and part-time mounted deputy sheriff. He was not a preacher though... but my mother's side of the family were Primitive Baptists of Scottish descent. Very devout.Imagine us having that wee bit in common.

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Wow, that wee bit speaks volumes to me!
I've never heard of Primitive Baptists. Do they still meet anywhere?  

12 Jul 2004 @ 06:55 by spiritseek : preachers son
I dated a preachers son way back in the first years of dating. I believe it was my first kiss, of course all the girls got a kiss from the preachers son. Haha

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I only dated one woman, went steady for a while, then we temporarily broke up and I dated a friend of a friend of hers. That gal said she was looking to marry a preachers son. I was commited to the first woman and eventually we married. Later, she divorced me. She said she "knew everything about me but I didn't know anything about her." The TRUTH was, I knew her better than she knew me...I knew before we ever got married that she would divorce me!!!
I wasn't prepared emotionally for all of the heartbreak that would bring with it; I cried for fifteen years over it.  

12 Jul 2004 @ 16:57 by skookum : well..
tis a small world..

oh CEEEEEelllllessssstial

I put up a rhyming poem.. for uuuuuuuuuu

Primitive Baptists...well.. I think my family ran the church.. the records have Allisons up to ying yang.. in it.. my mom's maiden name.. always admonishing the one alcoholic in the congregation to be prayed over. lol  

14 Jul 2004 @ 07:44 by spiritseek : I didn't play or talk much
The youngest I remember was about 1 sitting in a child seat and wondering why my mom was laughing at me. Something I did made her laugh and I wanted to repeat it. When I went to school the first few years I couldn't bring myself to pretend at play, I thought it was a silly thing to do. I was a very serious child, its too bad because I could of had more fun.

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I, too, was serious; that seems to have made me a workaholic.
We were raised without a T.V. and very few toys since we did not observe Christmas (figure that one out). I'm pretty much telling the truth when I say that we were so poor that all I had to play with was my imagination.

Being without a television had its blessings but also a temporary curse (if you will); without it I had no way to share similar experiences with those who were so "fortunate" to have a one.

Now figure this one out. After all of us kids grew up and left home, my parents had one in every major living space in the house, except for the bathrooms and closets! I believe they had four of them.  

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