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Had to be violence, not just a cute widdle girl playing in the schoolyard.
"You shoulda seen the other girl!"

AND, she actually doesn't understand why Mommy is interested in having a picture!

trying to be funny (perhaps trying too hard? usually wrecks me...).

When I was in England as a young lad, we had to wear similar uniforms, and the boys were not allowed to wear long pants until the fourth 'form' - if I recall correctly. We assembled outside for "roll call" ( though it was called something else, can't remember what, though! ) and in the fall and winter it could get quite nippy even in Pinner ( a small town near London ). We *did* get to wear longish socks, which came up to a bit under the knees, but that still left several inches of bare skin to radiate whatever heat our little legs had into sometimes bitingly cold wind. The teachers of course were all bundled up and sometimes seemed to rather enjoy our distress - taking their time calling out instructions and having us peep out our names in order. The girls were no better off - same sock length, sometimes shorter, and midi-ish skirts so they too had skin exposed to the elements and additional drafts of cold air to , umm, "naughty bits" that boys thankfully were somewhat better insulated from. :^)

I was quite upset that we left for " the States " right before I could enjoy the " privilege " of wearing those coveted long trousers! I think I even complained to my Mom about it, peevishly, and she replied that in Texas the winters were much less severe and I'd come to like the different climate. Ha! different is an understatement - I'm _still_ not used to the heat and almost 100 per cent humidity in the summer - and it seems that what passes for fall and winter here ( like maybe 4 months, tops! ) gets less every year.

Anyway, I still have fond memories of the "girlfriends" (not really!) who were willing to make friends with a "Yank". :^) So, cute widdle girls is right - and I still love an English ( or Welsh, or Scot, or Irish ! ) accent, especially a woman's...

Rick

The real Christopher Robin (Milne), of the Winnie the Pooh stories, grew to hate all things Pooh. Partly because his father kept him in short pants too long, trying to recapture innocent prewar days through his son. Milne, BTW, disagreed with that assessment, but the son remained estranged.

I read Now We Are Six, and it's some of the best writing I've seen. I generally dislike animal stories, especially the anthropomorphic ones, and cutesy child stories, and poetry. Not Milne, though. He's good!

Don't tell Steven I said that.

A thought-provoking post.
Lieder is a collection of songs, sung by an artist, like Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. Of course it's also the word for the producer of the recording.

Tod in English is death.

Good stuff on YouTube. Or not.
Good to see that, unlike your leader in the WH, you aren't ashamed to show appreciation of and affection for foreign cultures.

Destruction of a corpse for political reasons is quite old. Throughout European history your spiritual ancestors did it to those of the 'other side' (Steven's, mainly) who held "heretical beliefs".

I have more thoughts, but I'm getting ready to go out to have doors slammed in my face. You know, in obedience to the Great Commission.
Maybe later.

16 When Josiah turned around, he noticed tombs up on the hillside. So he ordered the bones to be taken out of the tombs. He then burned them on the altar, desecrating it. (This was in agreement with the word that the Lord announced by the man of God when Jeroboam stood by the altar at the festival.) Josiah then turned and saw the tomb of the man of God[h] who had predicted these things. 17 “What’s this gravestone I see?” Josiah asked.

The people of the city replied, “That tomb belongs to the man of God who came from Judah and announced what you would do to the altar of Bethel.”

18 “Let it be,” Josiah said. “No one should disturb his bones.” So they left his bones untouched, along with the bones of the prophet who came from Samaria.

19 Moreover, Josiah removed all the shrines on the high hills that the Israelite kings had constructed throughout the cities of Samaria. These had made the Lord angry. Josiah did to them just what he did at Bethel. 20 He actually slaughtered on those altars all the priests of the shrines who were there, and he burned human bones on them. Then Josiah returned to Jerusalem.

21 The king commanded all the people, “Celebrate a Passover to the Lord your God following what is instructed in this scroll containing the covenant.” 22 A Passover like this hadn’t been celebrated since the days when the judges judged Israel; neither had it been celebrated during all the days of the Israelite and Judean kings. 23 But in the eighteenth year of King Josiah’s rule, this Passover was celebrated to the Lord in Jerusalem.

Bones were burned at Jehovah's order, then used to pollute altars to false gods.

Corpses defiled on orders from human leaders, for revenge.

Relevance?

Johnathan was a close friend of David, who became the next king. The men who rescued their bodies from the enemy didn't burn them to desecrate them. However it wasn't complete cremation since there were bones left which they took back for burial. Check your concordance for "dust" as in dust to dust, or descriptions of man's eventual state after physical death. God has even numbered the hairs of your head, so a record of your body in entirety is with Him. God is not limited by the method of a body's decay or it's entire destruction. Many Martyrs were cremated during Roman times. I doubt that precludes them from a later resurrection.

Daniel ch. 3.