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I find myself more often than not to be trying to figure out where in Lehi they are. (Back story: the show is filmed in the little town my dad grew up, and where I lived during college.) If I could just get a shot of the roller mills, I'll know exactly where they are. I'm telling you, a few of the shots when they were outside looked like they were on the block behind my grandma's house. I freaked out a little. (Oh, and those roller mills you all should know - they were prominently featured in the little movie called Footloose.) Also, anyone familiar with St. George (essene?) think that Robyn's house is right off Bluff Street on the way to Bloomington? Looks like 15 behind her (looks like town to me. Lol.) Also, she came out of the old folks care center right by the college dorm I lived at, across the street from Harmons. WORLDS ARE COLLIDING, Y'ALL.

I don't like how manufactured everything feels. Everyone seems too coached to me. The tears they briefly showed seemed real, but still. I don't know how I'm going to do with continual watching/recapping. We'll see. I do like seeing all of the old haunts I had back in the day. Even on the road trip I was shouting "Watch out for the speed trap on the hill outside of Nephi!" etc. That's where we'd stop and get potato fries, too. I made that drive EVERY WEEKEND during school - 5 hours up and 5 hours back. Oy. Anyway, Sister Wives it both frustrating and comforting, and that's even more frustrating (the comfort aspect. I did have good times there.)

I have three chapters to go, but I'll wrap up the Hunger Games trilogy later today. I started... Sunday afternoon? Quick reads, but great reads. Really good YA series. I mean come on, a girl survives, keeps her family fed by her own wits and skills, and then gets put in a gladiator/only one may leave battle scenario. In a dystopian future world. HELLO KINK, I'VE MISSED YOU. There's a romance element that I enjoyed, as well, and I've been pretty meh on book romance that doesn't involve made up stories in my head about a certain 1000 Viking vampire.

Last thing, and it'll go under the cut - a poll for those of you that were/are religious. By religious I mean you and your family actively participated in a regular weekly church structure. If you did not routinely participate in your religion, this is not a poll for you. I'll make a separate one for you so you don't feel left out. Ha.

[ETA]I failed to realize that this was skewed Christian (Easter, Christmas, Sunday, etc.) because when I go back to my own memories of religion, I go back to my own memories of religion. :) Please add your own mental insert of your typical day of worship (Saturday, etc.) and your religion's standard/most popularly attended Holiday Celebrations (Ramadan, Passover, etc.)

No offense was meant, this was something I wrote into the poll window, curious if I was the only broken little bird from my dad's neglect. <-- shameless emotional needs by me. Lol.

Poll #1627976 Religious life and its affect on your family
This poll is closed.

My family and I attended church every Sunday.

Yes. (continue on)
Not every Sunday, but most. (continue on)
On Easter and Christmas. (please take the next poll)
Once every few years (please take the next poll)
Never, we were not religious. (please take the next poll.)

My parents held jobs within the church

Yes - both
Yes - my father
Yes - my mother
Neither did

If you answered yes, how many hours on Sunday would they be occupied with their position?

Just the amount of time during church services
An hour + the amount of time during services
Close to half of the day including services
Most of the day - I hardly saw this parent on Sunday
Not just on Sunday, but Saturday as well for preparation
Many hours during the week would be devoted to their church position
This was my parent's full time job, so a minimum of 40 hours a week

The amount of time my parent spent on the congregation and church:

didn't bother me, I was proud of their dedication
bothered me a little, but ultimately I was proud of their dedication
bothered me - I would have preferred to have most of that time to be spent with the family/myself
upset me to a significant degree
caused me to resent my faith/that church

Poll #1627977 I want a poll too! Poll

I didn't get to take the poll above.

I'm taking both because you are not the boss of me, Stoney.

The answer is always:

Ice cream!



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Oct. 5th, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC)
I feel so deliciously catered to!

I did some church things because of school, but it was extremely diluted C of E suitable for young atheists and consisted almost entirely of the hymns that worship the British Empire. My heathen parents approved of this because we learned to sit quietly for long periods and amuse ourselves with Inner Resources. I don't recall God being mentioned, but Jesus attended the Nativity play most Christmases if someone remembered to bring a doll or a baby brother or (once) a dog.
Oct. 5th, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)
Consider yourself catered!

Also, I lol'd at your description of church. That would have been a delightful change of pace for me as a teen!
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Oct. 5th, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
So. Do you think Meri cut her hair short so all the wives didn't have traditional hair? She had long hair at Robyn's birthday party! Oh, continuity, how you were broken.

I devoured the Hunger Games trilogy, pun intended. Not perfect but enthralling!

Also, we went to UU church, which I'm not sure really counts as religious, but I answered your poll anyway.
Oct. 5th, 2010 06:45 pm (UTC)
I got the impression that the one shot of Meri with the long hair - those were extensions, not her real hair. I totally noticed that, too, and hit rwd to see what was going on - it looked like fake hair to me. "Traditional hair" isn't a big thing for non-FLDS polygamists. (And I hope everyone gets that Robyn is FROM that community - Colorado City - the original home of the FLDS - is just outside of St. George, where Robyn lived.)

I enjoyed them, too. I hate when a protagonist is easily fooled by people, so that's my one complaint, but otherwise, I enjoyed the world building.

UU counts! :D
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Oct. 5th, 2010 06:42 pm (UTC)
I couldn't fully answer the last question on your poll.

My family was somewhat split. My mother goes to church every sunday, my father only on special occasions (marriages, funerals, memorials). It never bothered me that my mom went to church.It bothered me that she forced me to go with her. I highly resented church as a kid, but after I convinced her to leave me at home it didn't bother me that she went. I had fun times with my dad and we all saw church somewhat as her thing, where she met her friends and so on. So, no bother, but no pride either.
Oct. 5th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Well, the poll isn't about the time spent in church, but if they WORKED for the church and how much time was devoted to a JOB within the church. I'll make a point of clarifying that.
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Oct. 5th, 2010 06:45 pm (UTC)
My mom didn't work for the church, but she was involved in a lot of the social groups. And then we got a total asshole for a minister and we basically stopped going altogether. Apparently he's retiring at the end of the month, so my mom's thinking about going back to church, haha.

My dad was never very involved at all. He worked a lot of afternoons and midnights when I was a kid, so sleep usually took priority over church. Also he grew up Catholic (we were Presbyterian), so I don't know how into it he actually was. My brother actually got hassled by one of the elders about our dad growing up Catholic when he went through confirmation.
Oct. 5th, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, actually, she was involved in several committees for finding new church employees and how the music fund should be spent and stuff. Forgot about that.
Oct. 5th, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)
My mother did random work for the church (Catholic) every week for a couple of years. An hour or two of ironing linens and such. My dad went to church because my mother wanted him to, but after a difference of childhood memory with a new priest, he stopped going. The priest wouldn't admit to stealing an apple pie. Dad wouldn't abide that LOL.

I was an altar girl for 6 years, 1973-79ish. My brother was as well, though for not as long. My sister too.
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:05 pm (UTC)
I tried to answer your poll, but my situation doesn't exactly fit.

First off, my mother and father divorced before I was born, and I only saw my father three times in my life. So when I say "parents," I don't mean "Mom and Dad." I mean "my mother, my aunt and my grandfather." Because those are the people who raised me.

Second, the family was split religiously. My father, the child of conservative Lutherans, cycled through several dozen religions as well as sporadic atheism. My mother was told by a Roman Catholic priest that divorce was a sin and that God would never forgive her for that and refused to go back to church thereafter. My grandfather never went to church; he worked six days a week, and Sunday was his day off. My aunt, after my mother died, insisted on dragging me to church every Sunday, which I HATED because it was boring and because I felt it was a consummate waste of time.

There was a period where we stopped going to church because the archbishop of our diocese wanted to build a swimming pool at his mansion, and there were all kinds of special collections for swimming pool money. My aunt said that if he wanted a damned swimming pool, he could pay for it himself and not hold up all the Catholics in the area as if he were a highwayman.

I honestly don't know what "jobs within the church" would be. Do you mean jobs like "church organist"? Or decorating the altar, which is what the Ladies' Auxiliary did? Or do you mean being a reader of the Scriptures at Mass, which you had to be a deacon to do? Or are you talking about being a deacon? Because that wasn't a career in the church, but it seems to have been a title that people who did a lot of volunteer work for the church received.

I don't know what becoming a deacon involves. I never paid much attention, because when I was growing up there were maybe two women deacons at our church and most people in the congregation HAAAAATED them because they were women and they weren't supposed to be doing that. Being a deacon was for MEN, baby. I couldn't see that there was anything to covet about the position, so I just ignored it.
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:12 pm (UTC)
Job within the church: organist, Sunday school teacher, counselor, priest/reverend, leader of a woman's organization, worked with the youth as a minister, etc., or any of the other tasks that require any type of routine work that is expected of the individual to make the service/organization work.

Example, my father had multiple "jobs" (called "callings" in LDS) he was a visiting home teacher to two families, he was the choir director, he was a youth Sunday school teacher, and served on the elders board that helped monitor the needs of the congregation.
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Oct. 5th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
I didn't think that my family actually made it 'every few years' but it's still somewhat less than 'never'. Maybe approximately once a decade?
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC)
To clarify, my grandparents took me to church, not my parents. To this day my parents do not go to church, they do however read religious texts and books and prayer/devotional stuff.
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:29 pm (UTC)
Extra ish on the church jobs poll:

We weren't an ctively churchy family until I was in high school and Mom joined a Lutheran church here, and I went along. Mom does church p. much every Sunday; Dad does it on holidays. I used to do it every Sunday, but have all but stopped except when I'm tapped for liturgy assistance or singing, mostly because I don't care much for either pastor's sermons. (And also because it looks like it's leaning in the direction of "actively oppressing homosexual pastors" which. Yeah.)

I didn't vote "job" just because that seems to imply a paid thing. Mom is part of altar guild, which means that she spends about an hour every Saturday setting up for the service, and then a few minutes before/after each service doing altar stuff maintenance. If I was with her at the time, I'd help out, too, so it was a bit of a family thing, too.

IDK if that much info was what you were looking for BUT NOW IT IS IN YOUR BRAIN AND YOU ARE STUCK WITH IT.
Oct. 5th, 2010 08:04 pm (UTC)
We used to go to a church in our basement that my parents ran but then we ran out of goats so then they opened a day care centre and now my parents are in jail. RELIGIOUS PERSECUTION!
Oct. 5th, 2010 08:04 pm (UTC)
The answer is 42, silly ;)

I did not really fit Poll 1, because I was the only one in my family that went to church. Then I had a moment of clarity and never went back.

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Oct. 5th, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
I was raised a 'supermarket Catholic' (you take what you want, and you leave the rest...), with occasional harrowing trips to my father's "foot-washing" Southern Baptist church (you know, with the preacher who would roll up his shirt sleeves and pound on the pulpit. Even as a tender child, I knew that man was insane.)

My extended family was Methodist/Baptist in that way where they make a big deal about church but almost never go.

My Granny took me to the Methodist church only once. I corrected the Sunday school teacher (she made claims about Catholic history which were WRONGWRONGWRONG.) Granny got all embarrassed and never took me with her again, which made me happy.

I was actually more involved with church than my Mom - I went to CCD, said my rosary, showed up for holy days of obligation, etc. I was hungry for religious/spiritual life - just not the one I had.

With my kids...well, I take them to circle with me now and again, and we say prayers and leave offerings to the land spirits/ancestors/Gods, and they have their own little altars...but it's kind of a whole different thing than the religion I was raised in.

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Oct. 5th, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
I grew up in the Episcopal Church in CT. My mother was actually employed by the Church as their Education person after my brother was born and while she was in school getting her Masters in Education. So she planned out Sunday school, ran the Day Care, did Children's Chapel for the little kids during the big service and organized the kids events at the Church May Fair, organized and directed the Christmas Pageant, etc. It was kind of an accepted thing in the family. I didn't know any different so I always got to help out with stuff. I was involved in the Children's choir, got drafted to be musical accompaniment once I was decent on the Viola at Christmas, was involved in the Youth Group (which I hated because of the other students). I put more time and effort into DYC (Diocesan Youth Council) and throughout high school was on the planning committee for several weekend long youth events, which I LOVED doing.

I was a lector/intercessor at church as well, something my father also did.

Now, I'm ... agnostic. My husband is basically atheist and my parents are now Lutherans (because my father disagreed with the Episcopal Church allowing homosexual priests) I was married by their Lutheran minister (a freaking WONDERFUL woman) but generally hate the idea of organized religion at this point. My Mom is now volunteering her time running the Sunday School and trying to attract new, young families to their church and my father is the treasurer. These are all volunteer positions. The only time my mother was paid was when I was a child.
Oct. 5th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
So you only want Christians? Which is fine but just checking.
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)
No, just subconsciously spared my Hebrew/other religious friends from the crazy. Adding an ETA, feel free to take the poll
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Oct. 5th, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)
I didn't realize that my poll was excluding people, so I am making an ETA since I cannot edit a poll.

(When I go back to my Mormon roots, I lose all sense of reason, you understand. *g*)
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Oct. 5th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)
Oddly enough, I was the one who did church work. My mother was too falsely humble ("I'm not worthy, and neither is that awful Mrs. Sheerin! She shouldn't be allowed to be seen in the church hall with her language! (pauses for breath) Get in here you rotten little bastard! You're supper's cold and I'm not your goddamned slave!")and my dad got nervous in crowds. He should have been more nervous at home. (cue rim shot)

For 4 years of high school I was teacher's assistant in the CCD for developmentally disabled kids. I let them read Treasure Chest (a Christian comic book)on the days I led the class by myself. Or we'd sing and put on funny little skits completely unrelated to whatever verse I was supposed to be teaching.

And, thanks, Answers.com for the following definition of CCD (which I did not know): The Confraternity of Christian Doctrine was an association established in 1562 in Rome for the purpose of providing religious education. In its more modern usage, CCD is the religious teaching program of the Catholic Church.

When I graduated HS I left the church -- complete with my own 'self-excommunication' ceremony. Since the Pope didn't have the balls to oust me I had to do it myself.

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Oct. 5th, 2010 11:31 pm (UTC)
I LOOOOVED going to CCD with my Catholic friends for some reason. Probably because they have cake and punch after.

OMG, I love that you had your own self-excommunication ceremony. Maybe I need one of those... HAHAHA. Awesome.
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Oct. 5th, 2010 10:21 pm (UTC)

I think of Jews as such rational people, that when I go to crazy Mormon land, it's like you're all magical unicorns while I'm stuck with the shitting platypuses.

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Oct. 5th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
My main memory from my parents' active church-going days (FCC, the Disciples of Christ if you wanna know the sect) in my childhood was stamping checks (my mom kept track of the donations) and going to the donut shop every Sunday morning for the Best Donuts In The World (at least in my little world they were, and I still haven't found a substitute). I usually tried to find an excuse to get out of going to service because it was so boring and I couldn't do anything without it being too noisy, but damn I loved those donuts. (Seriously, the last time I ate donuts was like two years ago when I went back to my hometown to visit. I am willing to wait years between donut-eating sessions for those donuts.)

Then we moved and I really refused to go to church because the one we found next was full of old people who always asked me about school and there were no donuts to entice me. >:( People in the place we moved to think Krispe Kreme is the best. I guess when your only choices are that or Dunkin' Donuts...
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)
OMG, one of my favorite memories also involves donuts and my dad. Southern Maid donuts are my Best In The World.

Thank you for participating!
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
I filled out the first as someone who grew up Mormon due to gran/aunt's religion (My aunt taught Sunday School. Everyone let's sing.. "popcorn popping on the apricot tree..."), and the last question answered as a teen who lived with Dad and Step-Mom who turned Dad Jehovah's Witness.

I thought my dad's religious involvement was good. They taught a functionally illiterate man to read. What I didn't like is that because I was brainwashed, err, converted and baptized into JW, and then came to my senses, err became unassociated, according to their teachings my dad shouldn't have had anything to do with me. Luckily, he refused to shun his only kid, and we enjoyed a very warm and wonderful relationship until his death. I am so thankful my dad was strong enough to follow his heart, and not dogma.

I think I was too young, and while my gran/aunts did primarily raise me, was enough removed from the childhood religion not to notice. Though I still snigger that Gran is doomed because she loves the Diet Pepsi. From my understanding though, the church has loosened up its anti-caffeine stance. (My gran is a wonderful woman, and I told her God didn't care what she drank.)
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
I actually grew up wishing my parents would be MORE active in our church.

I loved church, I was envious of those families where the parents were so involved. It felt to me like those families were so much closer, so much more loving. The kids in those families seemed so confident, so secure....

I struggled with that. I purposely dated guys from those families, and spent all my time with them.

Then, as I packed the car with my stuff to leave for my Freshman year of college, my parents informed me that they were getting divorced. Turns out it had been a FESTIVAL of misery and affairs for most of my childhood. It felt shocking at the time, but, I probably was picking up on it, what with my fixation on the "church families" and all....

So, long story short: I didn't quite know how to answer some of the questions on the poll. Except the Ice Cream one. Because? DUH.
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:35 pm (UTC)
I was brought up in the Mongrel (or Heinz 57) faith :)

Christened in C of E, attended C of E schools with daily Catechism and annual visits to church for Harvest, Easter and Nativity/Christmas in order to sing hymns from 'Songs of Praise'.

Meanwhile, on Sundays nothing special happened until at aged 10, we moved to the town where Grandma lived. She attended the local Congregational Chapel so, being the eldest, I escorted the two younger siblings down the road (no roads to cross see, perfect reason to choose your place of worship, no?) for Sunday School.

Then at aged 12 I was snaffled (I don't remember being asked) to take a group of youngsters for Bible stories and singing songs, which had a special name that escapes me now. I seem to remember studying for Bible exams and going to Liverpool to receive certificates.

Anyway, the older I got the more reluctant I was to take on any more work as I was studying for school exams. I have to admit to sighing a huge sigh of relief when I went away to university.

While I was away, the whole UK Congregational movement combined with the Methodist church, which had previously combined with the Presbyterians because of falling numbers. I have to admit that none of the sermons and exams won me over to have a faith.

When I returned home, I met my future husband who was and is a non-practising Roman Catholic. His father had been brought up in Scotland as a Presbyterian but in order to marry the woman he loved he had to convert to Roman Catholicism. When I became engaged to her son, I had to make it clear to his mother that I had no intention of doing the same. In fact, we married in the Methodist chapel.

Our daughter was christened in the same chapel but attended the local C of E schools (same lack of dogma as in my own education). She has known her boyfriend for 8 years. His father was a non-practising Jew, his mother an atheist so he has no interest at all in any form of religion.

So there you are. When push comes to shove, we call ourselves Christians but probably we're humanists who hedge their bets. A regular feature in British history is accepting a new faith without giving up the old one :D
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
I couldn't take the first quiz because I was the religious one, much more involved than my mother and father. The last question had no choices that fit my experience. They really only started to go to church with some regularity when I insisted on becoming an acolyte (the first female one in my parish). After our priest retired when I was in college, my mom became much more active. Middle!sis and mini!sis both are religious (middle is a Sunday School teacher, mini is clergy). I didn't see my father for 9 years before he died, but apparently he had become very active in another denomination.
Oct. 5th, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)
*hugs* This is mostly meant as a gauge for any weirdness at my end for having a father that always spent his extra time on the church instead of on his family and to see if that's common in other religions, is all.

In my mother's house, I was the only religious one as well.
Oct. 6th, 2010 01:21 am (UTC)
I took the second poll, but I'd like to say that the answer to number 2 should be "DD". :-)
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