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Lanny

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Oh heavenly Father,
We thank thee for food and
remember the hungry,
We thank thee for health and
remember the sick,
We thank thee for friends and
remember the friendless,
We thank thee for freedom and
remember the enslaved.
May these remembrances stir us to service
that thy gifts to us may be used for others.
Amen
 
Not bad as prayers go, Lanny. Wish more self proclaimed Christians followed that instead of obsessing over women's bodies, gays, guns, and teaching about racism.
 
Not bad as prayers go, Lanny. Wish more self proclaimed Christians followed that instead of obsessing over women's bodies, gays, guns, and teaching about racism.

The operative word being self-proclaimed.
 
My grandfathers was "over the teeth, through the gums, watch out stomach, here it comes" followed by a swig of beer and a belch.
 
I grew up with atheist parents...no prayers, just....eat before it gets cold..pass the butter. Later in other folks homes I'd always feel awkward when they prayed before eating dinner. Nothing against it, just wasn't part of my upbringing.
 
Like yourself. Don't know about guns but the rest sure fits.

Tell ya what, I'd be all for banning guns, if all drugs were banned right along with them.
 
Old Army prayer: "Oh, Lord, bless this food. Nourish it to our bodies. Please, do something with it!"
 
When I grew up in the 50's, I lived in a Hungarian/Polish neighborhood in South Trenton. The town was bustling with pride and factories supported the people. The bridge to Pa had a sign that exclaimed "Trenton Makes, the World takes." The city WAS a powerhouse.
There was a tall old man with a Hitler moustache. Naturally, I had some fear swell in me when I was near him. He was my grandmothers' friend. One day, he looked at me and said in his Hungarian broken English accent "Eat this boy". I'm astonished and mesmerized. It was pig grease on toasted bread. That was revolting. They also introduced liver with onions to me. That was revolting. My first encounter with Pig knuckles was through him too.
However, I loved palunchenta's . That is how the Hungarians described wonderful crepes filled with Jelly, Lekvar (Hungarian poppy seed paste) or ricotta cheese. I wolfed them down.

Those Eastern European foods were quite popular, in the neighborhood that I grew up in. However, some were totally unhealthy.
 
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When I grew up in the 50's, I lived in a Hungarian/Polish neighborhood in South Trenton. The town was bustling with pride and factories supported the people. The bridge to Pa had a sign that exclaimed "Trenton Makes, the World takes." The city WAS a powerhouse.
There was a tall old man with a Hitler moustache. Naturally, I had some fear swell in me when I was near him. He was my grandmothers' friend. One day, he looked at me and said in his Hungarian broken English accent "Eat this boy". I'm astonished and mesmerized. It was pig grease on toasted bread. That was revolting. They also introduced liver with onions to me. That was revolting. My first encounter with Pig knuckles was through him too.
However, I loved palunchenta's . That is how the Hungarians described wonderful crepes filled with Jelly, Lekvar (Hungarian poppy seed paste) or ricotta cheese. I wolfed them down.

Those Eastern European foods were quite popular, in the neighborhood that I grew up in. However, some were totally unhealthy.


I'm Swedish. Kinda reminds me of this:

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