Posted by:
smirkorama
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Date: December 14, 2015 12:35PM
Believe it, or not, at one time it was standard officially directed policy for MORmON members to go to church meetings at two different times on Sunday, which created two trips to meetings on Sunday.
In the morning hours there was priestDUD(e) meeting, then followed by Sunday School. Relief Society was held at some other time, not on Sunday, like Saturday, or Wednesday, IF I recall correctly. In the evening on Sunday would be sackermint meeting. Primary and RS were important but NOT important enough to be on Sunday like priestDUD meeting was.
That meant that fathers would be off at PriestDUD meeting while mom's were still at home trying to get the kids and themselves ready for Sunday School. There was some time gap, at least in the ward that I was going to, between the end of PriestDUD meeting and the start of Sunday school, so the males could go home and help bring their families to meeting IF they chose to. Some men went back home to help bring in their families. That meant three trips into town for meetings, for the priestDUD age men, IF any one was counting. Some of the ward members lived "in town" but most lived out side of town in the country like I did.
That meant that my MORmON male parent would get up early to haul ass into town for priestDUD meeting, then haul ass back to the house to help bring the wife and kids into Sunday School. Then we would go home, where we expected to do as little as possible, except for the normal chores of caring for livestock that is.
Right in the middle of the evening was Sackermint meeting.
It started at 8 PM. A big deal for the dairy farming families was whether they pushed their evening milking time back or ahead to get it out of the way to be able to attend Sackermint meeting. The fact that such people regularly coped with this huge weekly imposition is amazing to me. Having to milk cows sucks as far as I am concerned, having to deal with that chore AND going to church simply is NOT worth the bother. It's amazing to me that any of the dairy farmers attended church meetings, but as faithFOOL MORmON members, many did.
Bonanza came on at 7 PM, It ran for an hour, which took its ending right up to the time when Sackermint meeting was supposed to start. This was a huge hindrance to our family's being able to make it to Sackermint meeting on time. It was not just us kids that were taken in by Bonanza, it grabbed my MORmON parents attention in a big way. That should have been a big sign to them about just how boring that their MORmON Lives really were. Given how extremist and devout that they really were in so many other ways, I am surprised that the TV was not discarded over this very issue. God knows that many of my mom's super staunch TBM siblings and her super backwards super MORmON parents were getting by with OUT the worldly intrusion of Television into their sacred MORmON abodes.
Bonanza actually ended a few minutes before 8 PM to make time for running TV commercials at the top of the hour. Those few commercial minutes made up very precious time when the family automobile could be pressed into a 70 or 75 mph (BUT NOT 80 mph, because a person has to maintain their sense of propriety in these matters.) blasts down country roads with a posted Speed limit of 50 or 55. That done to reduce the amount of time that it took to make the trip to town by as much as an entire minute and in turn to to minimize how late that we were going to be walking into Sackermint meeting. It was very well understood that we needed to be headed out the door at the very instant that the closing theme music for Bonanza started to play. Our car would be roaring down the country highway into town. Our feet would hit the pavement of the church parking lot with in two seconds of the engine of our family sedan being silenced.
A move made easier by the fact that there were no seat belts to slow us down in our exit from the car. If everything worked out right, we could walk into the ward chapel and be seated while the opening song song was still grinding along, before the opening prayer was given. It was our family's MORmON version of being on time. We were not the only ones. It would have made so much more sense to start the meeting at 8:10 but that would have been a de facto admission that Bonanza was more important than THE gospel.
Speaking of making more sense, It would have made so much more sense for my parents to point their car in the opposite direction as that of the way to the stupid damned MORmON ward house, for a drive that was half as long, to go visit my MORmON convert male parent's NON MEMBER parents at their house to spend the evening with our NON MEMBER grandparents. My NON MEMBER grandmother would have been THRILLED to have us. My grandparents had a color TV by then too, so we could have enjoyed Bonanza in NBC's "living color" at their place.
As things were, we went to the super stupid MORmON sacrament/sackermint meetings instead. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME!
Its not the fact that spending Sunday evening with my NON member granparents was rarity, its that fact that it NEVER happened at all. The ONE TIME was when Christmas eve fell on Sunday evening and my parents were invited, My MORmONS parents made sure that they endlessly bitched and whined and moaned about the situation , and that every one knew what huge imposition that it was to intrude on Sunday evening and their MORmON church meeting attendance, and they made sure that my grandparents knew that our coming over would be late, as in AFTER we had attended our MORmON sackermint Meeting. just one more example of how MORmONISM builds (DESTROYS) families. Thank a MORmON god that we spent all that time in those stupid god damn MORmON sackermint Meetings being warmed up for molestation and death threats later on in the MORmON Hell House temple. Thank a MORmON god that we did not spend that time with my NON MEMBER grandparents!
Thanks again, MORmON church!!!!