Heavy handed leverage. That’s what a retired real estate lawyer said.
And Radnor Township is trying to wield the ultimate thug tool against with Wayne Presbyterian Church, eminent domain. And given this is for the Wayne Business District, this in my humble opinion, this makes it eminent domain for private gain. That’s bollocks.
Can we talk about how combative and rude Commissioner Jack Larkin is? I guess his life experience over the past couple of years has not taught him to be kind or humble. He should discover both qualities, after all pride goeth before a fall, Commissioner Jack Larkin. Try being pleasant and not a bully.
If Radnor Township was acting in good faith, they would not have enacted an eminent domain ordinance, and it is pretty much that god damn simple. And they are doing this against a church.
I have not had such distrust of Radnor Township since Dave Bashore was the manager and that is saying something. Radnor needs to clean house again from commissioners to manager. There are few things that upset me more than eminent domain. I know the realities of it. First hand. We saw it in Ardmore. We saw it Coatesville. We saw it in Long Branch, NJ. We saw it in New London, CT. Just ask the Institute for Justice.
You know what is worse then eminent domain for private gain? Eminent domain for public purpose that really has private gain driving it. And THAT is what Radnor is attempting which is why I categorize as really being about private gain. And in Radnor’s meeting last week, the Wayne Business Association said they support the actions of Radnor Township.
I can tell you as long as an eminent domain ordinance lurks against a church in Wayne, no one I know will be going to Wayne to even buy a cup of coffee.
A relatively newer resident spoke up, after hearing this. Not sure why he was at the meeting, but hooray for common sense:
And then there was Commissioner Jack Larkin’s grandfather I guess it is. Even HE said eminent domain was wrong. So Larkin listens to no one except himself on this it seems, so will grandpa’s thoughts matter?
This is another bad plan from Radnor Township. They seem to be making these bad plans more and more consistently.
Radnor residents and supporters of Wayne Presbyterian Church and haters of eminent domain? The clock is ticking. get those card and letters and emails and calls going and attend the meetings. This is wrong, and what is not wrong after all these decades is the church wanting to see more revenue.
And oh by the way? This meeting also had some updates about the Willows? Radnor Township should take the neighbors’ noise concerns seriously and so should the caterer in residence. I don’t think much of them anyway. I won tickets to a pop up dinner with them once, and they never honored it. I won it during COVID, end of 2019, early 2020 and it ultimately got postponed and then they essentially ghosted me. Actually I think the Willows is a hopeless mess and that is a subject for another day and it is so sad. And what about the cottage? No one ever wants to talk about that debacle and waste of a one time restoration.
Back to Radnor Township being a municipal bully. Here is the SAVVY or it all plus an article from Main Line Times. Read both and remember: eminent domain is a thug tactic, not a form of negotiation. No more Wayne for me until this is settled. Eminent domain has no gain.
Radnor Township has taken the first step toward seizing by eminent domain the parking area it leases from Wayne Presbyterian Church (WPC), a sizable section of the large Station Ave. municipal lot.
Radnor Commissioners voted 4 to 1 at their Oct. 14 meeting to move forward with an ordinance (below) that would authorize the township to file a “declaration of taking” in the Delco Court of Common Pleas in November.
Well it ended up being the worst kept secret in Malvern. Kamala Harris and Liz Cheyney were at People’s Light.
I watched with a friend on Facebook Live and it was impressive. And there were quite a few Republicans in the audience. People don’t want a Trump do-over. I know I do not.
I totally would have gone if invited. Even if I was a Republican.
I already did vote for Kamala. And for Republicans out there? You won’t turn to stone if you vote for her – I didn’t when I voted for Obama. And no one has to know what you do in the sanctity of the voting booth. The real Republican party, the party of Lincoln, no longer exists. That is the long and short of it. So if REAL Republicans want to turn the page? Vote Kamala Harris.
I have thought what has happened to Bob Lange and his wife who own Sugartown Strawberries abominable.
Now, probably because I am a blogger, and I wrote about this, I am being targeted from random people in other parts of the country.
These people should be advised that I have absolutely no problem sending everything to federal and local law-enforcement. They want to vomit their First Amendment rights all over everyone and they want their rights to matter more than my rights, for example? That’s not the way the Constitution works.
We will support our local businesses around here, in spite of the craziness of election season.
Shame on any person who calls themselves a Republican, who thinks that this kind of behavior is acceptable.
It’s a shame that people are acting like this, but to the rest of you out there I say vote. Vote to preserve your rights.
I’m somewhat ambivalent about the Halloween of it all, and I generally speaking, do not carve my pumpkins, but I love pumpkins! And I do not need a service to place my pumpkins. I can go pick my own pumpkins out myself. (And yes I also buy them from BloomBox!)
So today we went this afternoon we went to Sugartown Strawberries after the rush rush of other things for the day was over.
I love Sugartown Strawberries. It makes me happy to go there. And I have a lot of happy memories taking our son there when he was little.
When we went today, it was packed to the gills. I am not showing the crowds in the photos I’m posting because I like to take pictures of the pumpkins and the farm. Oh and I saw a bald eagle too!
Saw Bob and also picked out my perfect mellow yellow pumpkins 🎃, and that’s actually their name!
Kristina, Bob’s wife, told me about their recent visit to Bucks County, and what it was like to meet Kamala Harris. I think it all sounded pretty cool. And with the exception of the great bloviator and his faux hillbilly, I actually enjoy meeting candidates for office when I can. It’s so helpful when you can see them on a more human level.
The Farm was bustling, and all you saw were happy faces of adults and children alike. And although the farm was busy, there were no rushing, people were enjoying themselves. They were going on hayrides, finding the perfect pumpkins, and they were taking in the beautiful Chester County vistas. One of the best things was seeing the faces of the little kids when they saw the rows of pumpkins!
Of course (and sadly), over at Twatwaffles for Trump Chester County Slumber Party HQ the have been in a tizzy over the farm too.
Not surprisingly they are now suddenly anti Sugartown Strawberries. Most of them do have the average bandwidth of a gnat, except what do you have against gnats?
At first glance one wonders why a “Joyful Warrior” would have to post anonymously in their twisted sisterhood?
The comments are literally priceless and here let’s discuss some of them 🤣:
Why do Republicans donate to Democrats, they must be a mole of some sort.
How they own many acres in “Elite Chester County” and “buy into the lies and scandal of January 6th” (guess she loves her Toll Brothers plastic house though because that’s SOOO Chester County)
Because Bob wrote a tongue in cheek horror movie and it was filmed on his farm “these do not seem like the type of people who should provide educational activities for school or who should be doing hayrides for children at their farm.” And then there is a rando comment about Great Valley School District which makes no sense.
Then another one pipes up that they “heard” they are actors not farmers (i.e. they read it on X 🤣) and a comrade replies that Bob is a liberal farmer 🤣
Then there is the one who is going to vet all financial records (what and take away from those slumber parties with Lara Lee and Ivana? ) and then some mumbling about Republicans running as Republicans and governing like “Dems” (cue the law and order drama sound)
And my favorite is the Mensa candidate who has also been verbally vomiting on Josh Maxwell’s page claiming victory because Bob contributed to Senator Andy Dinniman’s campaign – duh AND d’oh most farmers DID regardless of political affiliation because he supported FARMERS – she doesn’t get the nuance of OMG you can legally split your ticket.
Another one is asking if Bob was paid by the Democrats to do the commercial which is also hysterical.
More nonsense about the movie “with little readers around” whatever that means – next they will say that the actors were drag queens.
How can they all be so miserable about pumpkins? How can they all be so stupid about things you should’ve learned in basic civics classes or American history classes?
I’m still trying to figure out what’s so wrong about Bob’s movie if you don’t like horror movies, it’s pretty simple you don’t watch it, and one would think that these women and men would be able to keep tabs on what their children are watching in the first place, right? But they don’t and that’s everyone else’s fault.
It’s a big world out there and I’m sure they can find things more to their comfort level. Like maybe they would prefer a pumpkin concierge service?
It was a totally delightful afternoon at Sugartown strawberries, and it’s really nice that we have this farm to go to.
There’s a person who likes to post anonymously in some groups out here in Chester County and I think people have pretty much unmasked her, but she shared something that has showing up on a couple of weird news sites. As in fake news sites.
This letter is supposedly being mailed to people with Trump signs on their lawn. The letters have plenty of mistakes in them and are very poorly written so I have to wonder like everyone else who actually wrote the letter?
The letter was supposedly received down around Penn Valley in Lower Merion Township. I came from Lower Merion Township, and I know the current superintendent of police so I sent a quick email and simply asked are people actually reporting receiving these letters? I don’t want to know who is receiving them I don’t want copy of the police report I just wanted know if they were real.
Well, apparently they are. There have been a couple reported. And I think that’s just completely screwy.
I am going to be completely honest, and I think this is like the red herring sent through the mail.
I know the screenshot is hard to read and that’s all anybody is posting so I took screenshots of that and tried to make it more discernible:
I don’t know who is sending these letters, but I don’t think they are Democrats. The spelling errors and the grammatical mistakes, and the phraseology is just saying to me that who you think is sending is actually not.
I think the letter is being sent by Trump supporters to unsuspecting Trump voters to create fear and wreak havoc a couple of weeks before the election.
So what I think needs to happen with these letters is if you receive one turn it into the police envelope and all. If you have security cameras, they can show your mailbox, check your cameras.
But above all else, this is just not the hallmark of someone who is a Democrat to do something like this. Even the Taylor Swift neurosis is in the letter.
So take off the I’m with stupid t-shirts and use your brains. Who has the most to lose if he loses the election? Duh. This is about as intelligent as January 6th was and do you remember the misspellings, inflammatory language, and bad grammar in social media posts leading up to January 6th and after? How the day didn’t happen and it was made up?
Come on people, same thing.
Welcome to a conspiracy theory in a new outfit. And why do I think this is a Trumpy thing? Simple. Who is the guy that put the joy in USPS so you couldn’t possibly have the resources to actually have them look into it? I mean, if it was really perceived as a threat, one would think some postal inspector would be looking into it. Or that is what they used to do before DeJoy.
So yes, to put a lid on it, the letters are real. They are not widely being distributed as of yet, but their origin is somewhat murky.
This is not the hallmark of the DNC or a Democrat. It’s just not and that assertion is laughable.
It’s Friday so time for yet another jihad on your faithful blogger here.
Gosh, the Twatwaffles for Trump defense is out! (Guess they didn’t like the last post mocking them?) But please remember they are perfect ladies sipping tea and spreading it, so we’ll get to other thoughts in a minute. Suffice it to say it is genuinely a marvel to live in their heads so constantly. I mean WHY? Are their lives so little that they can dish it out @everyone @everyday and seem surprised when anyone questions their ridiculousness? Long live the legends in their own minds middle school lunch table, I suppose.
The whole post: @everyone Meet the “Twatwaffles For Trump”…no apologies will be forthcoming. While I was taken aback by the lack of authenticity, unlady-like language, and obvious cultural appropriation and disrespect in the use of the word “Twatwaffle”…it comes as no surprise that the most “popular”, and by popular I mean at least 3 “likes” on her posts, our favorite rambler in ChesCo it at it once again. Per usual, she is publicly espousing her unwavering hate against other women like a school girl’s diary. Imagine being that woman standing in a beautiful garden filled with diverse plants and flowers. Instead of appreciating the beauty and variety, she focuses on a few plants she dislikes, proclaiming that those should be removed for the sake of the garden. Her actions might initially seem to come from a place of personal preference, but in reality, they harm the entire ecosystem. The removal of certain plants can disrupt the balance, ultimately affecting the growth and survival of other species in the garden. Not realizing her hate, negative energy, and intolerance damages the entire community’s overall harmony and vitality. Just as a garden thrives on its diversity, so too does a society flourish when it embraces and celebrates its differences. This is EXACTLY what is wrong with the keyboard warriors who lead the cancel culture hate filled movement. The hypocrisy of the Queen of “Hate Has No Home Here” and “Be Kind” mantras outshines her obvious lack of substance in the latest attack against Moms for Liberty members, namely Yours Truly, and anyone who supports the Republican party. Yes, we know, it is election season so we have come to expect that the vitriol from the “hate has no home here” crowd will be at its peak against those with opposing views. I was delighted to be referred to as a “Blondie” and “Barbie” as we Barbie types appreciate natural beauty, including our luscious, golden locks, and we also appreciate that Barbie can do anything she sets her mind to. Most of my Barbie friends, especially the Blondies, just happen to be intelligent, successful, beautiful, self-confident, happy, loving, and caring promoters of LIBERTY! LIBERTY in simple terms is FREEDOM AND MORALITY. Us Blondie Barbies who promote LIBERTY seekbeing free within society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one’s way of life, behavior, or political views. LIBERTY encompasses Personal, Political, and Social FREEDOM. The right to make choices about one’s own life, including beliefs, lifestyle, and expression, without undue interference. The ability to participate in the political process, including voting, running for office, and expressing political opinions. The ability to interact and associate with others, as well as to form relationships and communities without discrimination or coercion. Those who oppose LIBERTY and LIBERTY promoters are fundamentally against the core principles of this great Nation. Those who hate LIBERTY promoters are simply against FREEDOM AND INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS. Those who hate LIBERTY promoters are constantly pushing socialist and communist ideas and lack the ability to be happy, productive members of a society that respects individuality and FREEDOM. Some People Are Just Destined To Be AWESOME…no apologies will be forthcoming. So WHO Are The “Twatwaffles For Trump”? We are moms, active community members, teachers, coaches, business women, advocates for children but obviously we were the despised popular, pretty girls in school. Everyone knew us terrible Blondie Barbie types in high school. Prior to my brain fully developing and becoming a full-fledged adult I was crowned Miss Pre-Teen Pennsylvania, 1993 Homecoming Queen, Voted “Prettiest”, “Most Athletic” and “Most Versatile”, carried a 5.2 GPA, was the #1 high school track recruit in the Nation and earned a FULL scholarship…not by watching mindless TV shows like the Stepford Wives, honestly I have no idea what the reference even means, or pumping myself up with Ozempic to look good…it meant a daily high school schedule – up at 5:30am to train, 7:30am-2:15pm school, 2:30-4:30pm practice, 5-9pm work at pizza shop, 10pm-midnight study, and studying most of the weekends. As a fully formed adult, this “Twatwaffle For Trump” happens to own a HOT PINK racing bike, aptly named “The Barbie Dream Machine” and I sure did crank that baby to 4 TOP 10 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FINISHES…oh but the fun does NOT stop there! As fully formed adults, stacks of “Twatwaffles For Trump” STOOD UP FOR OUR CHILDREN AGAINST GOVERNMENT TYRANNY! At our core, we “Twatwaffles For Trump” focus on creating strong foundations for our children and families by providing unconditional love and support. “Twatwaffles For Trump” are resilient, fierce advocates for our children and community-focused leaders. We are JOYFUL WARRIORS and powerful role models for our children and communities. While we are continuously name-called, many childish things such as “Twatwaffles For Trump” and “Stepford Wives”, stood up to absurdity of face diapers while ensuring our children weren’t harmed by asinine politicians attempting to impose reckless mandates onto the People, especially our children. While some still believe wearing a face diaper while sucking in 32,000 PPM of carbon dioxide and hiding from people and air inside their homes makes them healthy…what can I say…just another example of “Democratic” ideas that is Darwinism on FULL DISPLAY! Queen “Twatwaffles For Trump”…no apologies will be forthcoming. If I could be invited to a hair braiding sleepover party with “Twatwaffles For Trump” it would definitely be amazing if Melania and Lara Trump were the hosts. We could share stories and braid each other’s hair, maybe they bring their stylist to do it but who cares those ladies are STUNNING and hair is always ON point! Nice hair is an absolute requirement for any “Twatwaffle For Trump” and extra bonus points if you are a BLONDIE! It’s been a pretty well-established fact that blondes do have more fun! Life Tips for HATERS of “Twatwaffles For Trump”…no apologies will be forthcoming. Practice Mindfulness Techniques such as; Breath Awareness, Daily Exercise, Loving-Kindness Meditation, Gratitude Blogging (blog about things you are grateful for, shift your focus from hate to appreciation), Eat Clean, and Drink Mostly Water. Practice Joyful Warrior Techniques such as; Resilience, Perseverance, Fierce Advocacy For Your Children, Empathy, Strength, Resourcefulness, Leadership, Community-focused, and Be Loving and Nurturing. Embrace A Growth Mindset such as; Embracing Challenges, Positive Self-Talk, Adaptability, Acquire New Skills, and Step Out of Comfort Zone. I recommend experimenting with various techniques and finding what works best for you. These characteristics foster the ability to develop and grow as a kind, positive human, leading to greater achievement and fulfillment in various aspects of life. While we know it’s not easy comparing yourself or even becoming a “Twatwaffles For Trump” you too can work to not only MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN but MAKE AMERICA HEALTHY AGAIN! *This post is not paid for or endorsed by any political candidate #MAGA #TRUMP2024ToSaveAmerica #Trump2024 https://chestercountyramblings.com
I have all of the screenshots because as always their groups are one leaky boat after the other. Sharing the unaltered verbiage makes it easier.
First of all (again), whom exactly is it who needs writing lessons?
While I was taken aback by the lack of authenticity, unlady-like language, and obvious cultural appropriation and disrespect in the use of the word “Twatwaffle”…it comes as no surprise that the most “popular”, and by popular I mean at least 3 “likes” on her posts, our favorite rambler in ChesCo it at it once again. Per usual, she is publicly espousing her unwavering hate against other women like a school girl’s diary.
I am shocked she is taken aback. After all this author is one of the wunderkind (not really it just amused me as a description) who literally was on video how many times inside and outside Downingtown Area School District during COVID acting like a horse’s ass?
They don’t like it that people follow my blog. I don’t pay attention to stats much except when someone like her has to talk about it like they are an authority, but that has never been WHY I write. My raison d’être has never been to be an influencer, prom queen, cheerleader, or sit at their absurd proverbial middle school lunch table. I write because I want to, I write because I can, I write because I have something to say, and that is part of my inalienable rights as an American.
I loathe absurd, ridiculous, limited, and obnoxious women. The Twatwaffles for Trump are not joyful except when they feel they have an upper hand in their unending quest to make anyone not Stepford-matching-thinking-like-them feel bad. These broads (would they prefer that description?) dislike anyone who they can’t control or understand and above all else don’t give a good god damn what they think of them. They are all about control, and it’s ironic that as purported independent and powerful women they are literally subservient to a malignant narcissist like Trump. I have always wondered why they don’t wear “He grabbed me by the pussy” T-shirts?
Imagine being that woman standing in a beautiful garden filled with diverse plants and flowers. Instead of appreciating the beauty and variety, she focuses on a few plants she dislikes, proclaiming that those should be removed for the sake of the garden. Her actions might initially seem to come from a place of personal preference, but in reality, they harm the entire ecosystem. The removal of certain plants can disrupt the balance, ultimately affecting the growth and survival of other species in the garden. Not realizing her hate, negative energy, and intolerance damages the entire community’s overall harmony and vitality. Just as a garden thrives on its diversity, so too does a society flourish when it embraces and celebrates its differences. This is EXACTLY what is wrong with the keyboard warriors who lead the cancel culture hate filled movement. The hypocrisy of the Queen of “Hate Has No Home Here” and “Be Kind” mantras outshines her obvious lack of substance in the latest attack against Moms for Liberty members, namely Yours Truly, and anyone who supports the Republican party.
Someone like this author would never be invited to my home or garden. If they have been skulking about, that is trespassing. What I write about is up to me, not her/them, therefore it is my personal preference. If this verbal diarrhea social media post author doesn’t like what I write, why is she sooo fixated? It’s a big world, and an even bigger internet, why so obsessed with me? You know how Kamala says time to turn the page? This chick is like an old fashioned album with a needle stuck in a groove so all it does is skip and repeat in one spot. I can’t help her with her fixations. But hey calling ridiculous jihads on me gives her a way to fill her empty life, in spite of her having to verbally vomit how wonderful and talented she is.
The irony that the author of the Ultimate Neurotics Guide to Wearing Gas Masks in Public can prattle about seeing diversity in society, when she in fact belong to a cult that is anything BUT embracing and welcoming of anyone not in their Stepford-like image.
And obvious lack of substance? Projecting again much? I guess the difference is I don’t have to toot my own horn, and they all do. And clarity moment: I don’t actually hate these ridiculous women, I hate what they stand for and what they do to others. She’s not that important except to herself, which I guess also makes her a narcissist?
Can we talk about the irony of someone who literally defends Donald Trump talking about understanding Hate Has No Home Here? Homophobic, Transphobic, Drag Queen phobic, anything different phobic and she probably has one of those tacky assed “Be Kind” cheap pillows or wood plaques somewhere.
These women are not actually Republicans, nor are they true conservatives. They are more like living spam meets a virus. The real Republican party, the party of Lincoln, no longer exists. That is the long and short of it.
As a fully formed adult, this “Twatwaffle For Trump” happens to own a HOT PINK racing bike, aptly named “The Barbie Dream Machine” and I sure did crank that baby to 4 TOP 10 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FINISHES…oh but the fun does NOT stop there! As fully formed adults, stacks of “Twatwaffles For Trump” STOOD UP FOR OUR CHILDREN AGAINST GOVERNMENT TYRANNY! At our core, we “Twatwaffles For Trump” focus on creating strong foundations for our children and families by providing unconditional love and support. “Twatwaffles For Trump” are resilient, fierce advocates for our children and community-focused leaders. We are JOYFUL WARRIORS and powerful role models for our children and communities. While we are continuously name-called, many childish things such as “Twatwaffles For Trump” and “Stepford Wives”, stood up to absurdity of face diapers while ensuring our children weren’t harmed by asinine politicians attempting to impose reckless mandates onto the People, especially our children. While some still believe wearing a face diaper while sucking in 32,000 PPM of carbon dioxide and hiding from people and air inside their homes makes them healthy…what can I say…just another example of “Democratic” ideas that is Darwinism on FULL DISPLAY! Queen “Twatwaffles For Trump”…no apologies will be forthcoming. If I could be invited to a hair braiding sleepover party with “Twatwaffles For Trump” it would definitely be amazing if Melania and Lara Trump were the hosts. We could share stories and braid each other’s hair, maybe they bring their stylist to do it but who cares those ladies are STUNNING and hair is always ON point! Nice hair is an absolute requirement for any “Twatwaffle For Trump” and extra bonus points if you are a BLONDIE! It’s been a pretty well-established fact that blondes do have more fun!
Ok that above? Where does one start? Insecure much? That’s great if she raced a pink bike, but why would I care? Was she in the Olympics? And stood up to the government? No babe, you cost taxpayers and school district countless piles of money with your bullshit during COVID. Face masks during a global pandemic were not “face diapers” they were a small thing to do and only people like yourselves were bothered. No one liked wearing masks, no one liked staying home, but as someone who lives immunocompromised with elderly relatives, why was it a big deal? The answer was it wasn’t but they were the selfish ones, projecting their tyranny on everyone under the guise of standing up to imaginary tyranny.
Does she really wish to talk Darwinism? Rich coming from a prime example of the gene pool needs more chlorine. And she wants to lament being called names? Ironic since that is rather hypocritic of her. And them in general.
Now the whole idea of them having a slumber party with Melania and Lara Lee Trump. Can you imagine? Melania would glare and stand alone with stay away body language and maybe Lara would sing? And bring their stylists to do their hair? Are they living in a Real Housewives of New Jersey episode?
But most importantly do blondes have more fun? I won’t pretend to be an authority, I am neither blonde nor do I pretend to be. And I suppose on point is a matter of LuLaRoe meets Slipada taste. These are people I have never had a desire to know, so I get they are their own mutual admiration society and hey that’s cool, they can trade their Barbies too.
Practice Mindfulness Techniques such as; Breath Awareness, Daily Exercise, Loving-Kindness Meditation, Gratitude Blogging (blog about things you are grateful for, shift your focus from hate to appreciation), Eat Clean, and Drink Mostly Water. Practice Joyful Warrior Techniques such as; Resilience, Perseverance, Fierce Advocacy For Your Children, Empathy, Strength, Resourcefulness, Leadership, Community-focused, and Be Loving and Nurturing. Embrace A Growth Mindset such as; Embracing Challenges, Positive Self-Talk, Adaptability, Acquire New Skills, and Step Out of Comfort Zone. I recommend experimenting with various techniques and finding what works best for you. These characteristics foster the ability to develop and grow as a kind, positive human
Again offering me blogging advice. I write about what interests me, moves me, inspires me, means something, and what I find too ridiculous not to mock….like these “Joyful Warriors.”
I had to laugh at the suggestion to drink mostly water. Always have. Thanks for caring.
Once again I also smell a whiff of fat shaming. That’s a common thread for her. It makes her feel better. It’s predictable, yet hardly supportive of women as she claims to be. Ozempic was mentioned why? No I don’t actually, but is she criticizing those who do?
At it’s most basic, what these women like her can’t stand is when you stand up to their hypocrisy. So they project. And if it’s not them, it’s the pseudo granny squad version of them, who like to say they were on the scene before Stepford Wives for Totalitarianism, “Moms for America.”
I have little respect for women as limited as they are, as well as being mean as snakes. (So they understand, the phrase “mean as a snake” is a slang term used to describe someone who is treacherous, deceitful, or backstabbing.)
Their biggest problem with me is I don’t goose step lock step with them. I neither need nor want to know them. I am just myself, and that is simply not acceptable in their Stepford world of an echo chamber. So their Friday fun is another attempted jihad on me, their brand of cancel culture. Whatever. I survived breast cancer and ten years on Tamoxifen, do they really matter? Nope.
Why am I pointing this out? Because I can. Just like I pointed out the like minded thing in 2021 this exact time of year who posted a photo of me in a hospital gown from some part of 2011 and the beginning of my journey with breast cancer. Either before my surgery, or before I started radiation. That person posted it as a typical bitchy female shaming move, much like the recent fat shaming…and again it was for similar reasons. And also same time of year…
They do not like what I have had to say about any of them or their hate spewing Chiquita Bananas, but I am entitled to my opinions like anyone else. Sure they have their First Amendment rights to their opinions, but no law says I (or anyone else) has to group think agree with them and the First Amendment is not actually subjective is it?
Bless her heart, and I thank her for the additional validity that people like me think people like her and her ilk are just wrong. And super weird to boot.
So girl, bye. At you’re core y’all as a collective are a very ordinary bevy of wannabe Ann Coulters. Whackadoodle elsewhere, or run in place, it’s your party, only I am not attending.
Kiss 💋kiss 💋 for now….and y’all are about as authentic as a plastic bag.
I figured the self righteous should have a field day with the photo I’m opening this post with. It’s actually fungus among us. It’s called dead man’s finger, it just looks like phallic.
So I’ve gotten some fan mail today. They made me giggle. One is from a pseudo intellectual with an IP address that goes to Norway which is a long way from Chester County, so go figure. Her name is Carol.
Apparently, Carol is Wiccan, so I wonder what kind? Other than that for her I’ve got nothing. I don’t pretend to be perfect. I don’t pretend to be a feminist, but when it’s attack the blogger season, sometimes the blogger nips back. I don’t know from religious judgment, but I guess she doesn’t get the colloquialism “bless your heart .”
I love a girl who can spell don’t you? She’s from Delco I think and I don’t recall in my last post talking about in vitro fertilization (IVF). And I definitely wasn’t talking about abortion, although I am pro-choice and she really better her line her little generals up, because well all these people that are pro-life, well that means no more IVF, either. But hey, who’s counting.
Apparently the great orange bloviator is now the father of IVF. So that begs the question of where all his children test tube babies as in injectables, and if he is the father of IVF, how much back child support does he now owe mother of IVF from 1965 on?
I figure I should give Mrs IVF (the your when it should be you’re, among other things) super speller a little history lesson:
The first infertility clinic opened in 1926 in Massachusetts. In 1934 Gregory Pincus performed IVF-like research on rabbits but was fired from Harvard due to his controversial research.
In 1965, at Johns Hopkins, Dr. Howard Jones worked with Dr. Robert Edwards of England and fertilized the first human egg in vitro.
In 1968 back in England, Dr. Edwards joined Dr. Patrick Steptoe and used a Laparoscopy surgery to retrieve an egg and fertilize it in vitro (in the lab). They published the results in the journal Nature in 1969.
The first successful live birth from IVF was in 1978 in England, A successful live birth was produced in Australia in 1980, and then in the US in 1981.
IVF, you ignorant git of a female, is all tied up in a woman’s right to choose. And a woman’s right to choose? It’s not merely abortion rights like it has been distilled down too, it’s also just in general a woman’s right to choose what she wants to do with her body, including things like IVF but I am but a mere mortal and a female with a brain.
A woman’s right to choose, is just that – her right to decide what to do with her body AND that includes deciding to choose having a baby vs. terminating a pregnancy.
It’s so amazing to me that I have male and female friends from all walks of life, all kinds of religions, different ethnicities, different political belief systems, and we all manage to converse with one and other, even in today’s heated climate. They don’t begrudge me my opinions, I don’t begrudge them theirs.
And yet, these random people, often other women, on the internet who have not really actuallyread what I actually wrote, extrapolate what they perceive as their reality and off they go. It doesn’t actually matter if I actually didn’t write about what they are bitching at me about.
We live in such a bizarre world today. That is the long and short of it.
I will never understand these people who write to me, often the women especially.
As women we have the right to our feelings. We should have the right to be able to choose. We did for a while and now we are in this weird purgatory of hell. And for what? So people who have exactly zero to do with our lives at all can dictate our choices whatever they are?
Another part of my freedom of choice as a woman is also my freedom of thought and expression. That however seems to be the biggest threat of all or why else would these random people care about what I one blogger chooses to write about?
It’s somewhat ridiculous and we are not all supposed to be exactly the same. But I bet these same people are still fixated on the photo I opened the post with.
LOL LOL LOL LOL the Twatwaffles for Trump must be peeved. There has been a swivet storm. They are polishing their gas masks and fake golden lassos and all of it. Keyboard warriors saddle up!
I am a predictable and inevitable blogger, like an elementary school playground script, yet she barely gives me a glance? Yet she gave it an @everyone post?
Alrighty. Come on now we know y’all pore over every word. Every word. And that cracks me up.
The woman who wears gas masks to school board meetings and is known for ummm…behaviors calling me a bully? Yet when she and they (meaning plural people not a pronoun because we all know how weird they get about those, right?) name call and bully and malign, they are “Joyful Warriors of Chester County”? That is actually as hysterical as her Wonder Woman garb.
So she basically is also saying I am fat without saying I am fat as well in her little passive aggressive rant. Yeah ok, next. I mean what do we expect of the Twatwaffles for Trump? Actual normal behavior? Nope. Just narcissistic nasty hypocrisy. If you aren’t like them, you are against them etc. etc.
They don’t live rent free in my head because most of the time I forget women like this exist because I do not have these types as friends. They also aren’t actual conservatives, they aren’t real Republicans, they are just and assortment of coast to coast nutters under the umbrella of a woman who likes threesomes in Florida, but hey they are all Good Christians, right?
Now they have moved from book banning (or they are quieter about it) onto trans kids. They are such lovely inclusive people, aren’t they? Yet they always include me regionally because well…I always live rent free in their heads…weird, right?
Oh wait sorry. Yellow flag for overuse of the world weird….
But hey, I’m the problem it’s me. Talk about a yawn. I have a need for mindfulness techniques and apparently they wish to teach me how to write. I guess I should start capitalizing Region? I have “deep issues” because I think they are ridiculous and embarrassingly ignorant women? Mmmmkay.
Oh but wait…that’s bullying the in their minds.
The bottom line is I still chose not to know these people, and I am good with that. They can live in their echo chambers of hate projecting who and what they are on everyone else….that is what is truly predictable. If you aren’t like them and in in their Psycho Stepford, you’re bad.
Then dayummmm, I must be bad to the bone and damn glad of it.
Neil Young’s campaign is tanking, in part thanks to Twatwaffles for Trump. That is why a lot of Republicans who could help him, avoid him, and won’t help him. It’s why his campaign is essentially fund free.
But hey Shann-O, I don’t actually have a need to have friends like you and I am beyond cool with that. You do you, it provides endless entertainment when you surface and demand attention, because that is what that screenshot is about isn’t it?
Signing off happy that I make such a difference in the limited little lives of Twatwaffles for Trump. I am bummed however that there will be no sleepovers, sharing of confidences, and hair braiding…..oh well….
When a friend sent me the above, I spit out my coffee. It’s like a Hard Sided Tribble Decorating Service for Stepford wives. (if you don’t know what a tribble is, look it up.)
I think it’s ridiculous. I did not know porches needed collectives. I did not know pumpkins required concierge service.
Oh and in spite of comments from the owner on social media that they just dreamed this up, it’s not original.
What am I talking about? A pumpkin decorating service called The Porch Collective. They say they are wait for it…a pumpkin concierge service.
I don’t know this must be like one of the few times a year that Stepford Village development dwellers allow color into their beige, beige world? But it’s carefully orchestrated color using a color wheel leftover from that pyramid scheme perhaps?
Oh am I being sarcastic? Why yes and that is very astute of all of you. I am not going to tell people how to spend their money, but part of decorating your home for the holidays is heart and caring. It does not take a Halloween witch to place pumpkins artfully, after all Martha Stewart has been doing it for years and tells you like clockwork every year in her magazine. Same with Country Living Magazine. Also, on Pinterest without a subscription. Or hey GOOGLE.
And don’t tell me you are too busy. No one is that busy that they can’t place a few pumpkins. And hey sure, not everyone wants to carve pumpkins, I personally don’t because I like to look at the pumpkins. And when our son was little, pumpkin hunting, hay rides, corn mazes, and a massive carving and decorating afternoon with friends was a tradition.
Seriously, have we so devolved into the land of samey same in a beige beige development world that we can no longer find joy in picking out pumpkins ourselves and placing them?
And if you do not have time to pick out pumpkins, psssst there is this great company called BloomBox and they have great prices and they deliver….
But seriously back to the Porch Collective. Not original. Here- just peruse the Internet:
Oh but dear rubes of a certain collective, they are doing you a favor and they dreamed it all up themselves over iced pumpkin lattes and a pumpkin flaxseed muffin in their cookie cutter kitchen in their cookie cutter house. Note the screenshots below, especially the comment left on their socials.
People this is as original as a grocery store apple pie. My eyes are dong the full roll. And I like pumpkins, but umm people after they dump all of these pumpkins on your McMansion porch who will be disposing of them for you? If you buy 30-60+ pumpkins where will you put them? I bet your HOA dragons might have something to say about that. They should have paid closer attention to some of the samey same businesses I found all over the country which include clean up in the prices.
But hey, what do I know? I can tell you I can place my own pumpkins and I don’t want to look like a giant vomited pumpkins all over the front of my house. I also do not want to see my design scheme replicated all over the place.
I just can’t get over the Stepford Wife of it all with this. If you use them, remember delivery and set up are extra.
Go ahead, call me a witch. It’s near Halloween, after all. But damn people, have we so fallen from reality that we can’t place our own freaking pumpkins?
Eight years ago yesterday, my husband and I asked a structural engineer who specializes in historic properties (among other things) to look at the ruin of Ebenezer AME on Bacton Hill Road in Frazer/East Whiteland Township. He reviewed the exterior. It’s not safe to go into the ruin – very unstable.
In 2023 I lamented the state of the ruin and said everything had the engineer told me a few years ago now that I passed along to East Whiteland Township and East Whitehead Historical Commission was sadly happening. The walls have never been shored up, and the development going along around it is taking a toll. Time, weather, and circumstances are not friends to this site.
I also had said then that before COVID hit, there was a lady from the National Trust for Historic Places I had connected with who seemed interested. Her name was Lawana Holland-Moore. I have tried following up since, but nothing, not even a reply. (Sigh.) Who knows? Maybe she will see this post and renew her former interest. There are so many historic places and structures at risk, but I just wish this place would matter for more.
Then last year (September, 2023), East Whiteland erected a local historic marker. It made me hopeful. It was at that ceremony that some members of a local AME Church (Mt. Zion AME in Devon, PA) helping out with saving Ebenezer thanked me for my activism efforts over the years. No one had publicly done so ever at that point. Pastor April Martin and Bertha Jackmon. Coming from them that really meant something special to me.
At the recent October 10th, 2024 East Whiteland Township Board of Supervisors meeting, I was also thanked in absentia by the East Whiteland Historic Commission and the Chair of the Supervisors, Scott Lambert, for my efforts dating back to 2013 or so. These comments occurred in the midst of an update I never thought would happen: funding for stabilizing the ruin of Ebenezer has been found between the township and the AME Church. It sounds like the project will start soon.
I couldn’t zoom or attend the meeting, so it was just today I watched the video of the meeting. I literally started to cry when I heard about stabilization becoming a reality. And I admit to being a little misty eyed over being recognized by my township. I am neither thanked nor recognized positively very often. Usually I am chided and berated and more for daring to blog and have opinions.
Ebenezer is very personal to me. When I first moved to Chester County to be with my husband, I quickly became obsessed with the ruins of Chester County. We drove past Ebenezer often. It was overgrown and tumbling down. I thought it was a farmhouse in decay. Then one day when we were headed towards Elverson to see friends, my husband told me to bring my camera and we would stop for a few minutes.
Stopped we did. I still remember walking through the dead weeds to the rear of what I thought was a farmhouse ruin. Then I saw Joshua. I think I held my breath at first. He was a Civil War soldier. Then I started to look in the weeds around some more, and I realized this was a burial ground. Then it hit me: this must be a church ruin. How could people not care?
That was 2013. And that is when I started looking into what I would eventually learn was Ebenezer AME.
The origins of the AME Church go back to the Free African Society which Richard Allen, Absalom Jones, and others established in Philadelphia in 1787. Richard Allen was born a slave in 1760 in Delaware. He was owned and then freed by Benjamin Chew, who was a prominent lawyer and Chief Justice of the Commonwealth from 1774-1777.
Ebenezer was a very early AME church, and Bishop Richard Allen was still alive (he died March 1831) when the Quaker, James Malin, probably decide he would deed the land to the AME Church so Ebenezer could be built (June 1831.) Ebenezer is quite literally perhaps the second oldest AME site in the country, except for Mother Bethel AME in Philadelphia. So you can see given the age of Ebenezer AME in East Whiteland, Chester County, PA that it is truly part of the early days of a church and religion founded in Philadelphia. Bishop Richard Allen died in 1831, just months before Ebenezer came to be after Joseph Malin deeded the land. According to the deed transcript, it was for a church and a burial place. My research indicates the first church was built (or finished) by 1835.
Members of this community have been documented as former slaves. Their ability to construct this church demonstrates the prosperity and commitment of this community.
The trustees of the Ebenezer AME church purchased the land in 1831 from James Malin. The oldest gravestones found in the cemetery date from the early 1830’s. The congregation disbanded for a time between 1848 and 1871 during which time the building fell into disrepair. By June 22, 1873 the church had been rebuilt and rededicated. It continued to be used until 1970…Now it is abandoned.
A stone building, dilapidated and crumbling from the outside in, still stands on Bacton Hill Road….The gravestones which surround the building clearly show that it was a church. Nearly all the headstones have fallen downhill and lie, face up crumbling from the wind and rain.
Records show that this church, formerly named the Ebenezer African Methodist Episcopal Church, was built in 1832 on what was originally known as the Yellow Springs Road. A celebrated gospel church, it was regularly attended by Negroes who lived and worked on Bacton Hill. Very few of the lives of these people, who were once a great part of the history of East Whiteland, have ever been chronicled.
Early tax records for Chester County show a listing of “free men”. Actually these “free men” were colored slaves who had been given their freedom from bondage when they reached the age of 38. Later on, the age of freedom was lowered to 23 years of age and finally a state law granted that any person born in the state of Pennsylvania was a guaranteed free man.
The farmers of Valley Hills would often give these free men, after their term of bondage was up, a small plot of land for their own upon the hills in Bacton. On these, the former slaves built small log cabins or stone buildings. Many ran small farms while still working during the day timbering the summit of Bacton Hill and carting lumber down to the Great Valley for the lime kilns.
Think about it: these free and freed men who lived and worked around Bacton Hill built a church, and eventually a stone building was built. In 1989 when the paper was written, 80 graves were documented. When the next Eagle Scout documented graves, I believe he only documented 26. Some of the graves disappeared. Sinking into the murky and often swampy land (several springs are underneath apparently, and there are also interestingly old clay pits somewhere way off to the rear of the graveyard on another property), and it would also sadly not surprise me if other headstones had simply been removed. Yes, people steal from the dead and that includes headstones. That’s why East Whiteland PD has kept an eye on the headstones and grave yard in the past.
Anyway, riots and “disturbances” between 1848 and 1870 caused the church to not be used as much and it apparently fell to ruin the first time. But in 1872 the old church was brought back to life and reopened December 8th, 1872. “Important” clergymen were reported as having been present, and in June of 1873 the church was re-dedicated as Ebenezer African American Methodist Church.
At this point the church remained in use until 1910. Then the church may not have been used again until the 1940s. In the 1940s it was reported to have been some sort of a big thing at the church to celebrate it’s history. It was said people from all over Chester County gathered with “prominent” members of the A.M.E. Church. It is believed that is when the church was electrified. After the church stopped being used, and the woods and swampy marsh grass grew up around it, and a mobile home ended up next to it.
Some of the family names on the gravestones are the same as families still living in Malvern Boroughand in Chester County!
For the past many years at this point, I have been writing about this. I see the importance of this site intertwined with its 184 years of individual history combined with the 200+-year-old history of the AME Church founded by freed slave Richard Allen. (The AME Church as all know celebrated its 200th anniversary this year in Philadelphia.)
The parcel’s 1832 deed of trust transfers ownership of the land from James Malin, a prominent Quaker farmer involved in the Underground Railroad, to three African Americans – “Samuel Davis, Ishmael Ells, and Charles Kimbul” – for the purpose of constructing a church with a burial ground in East Whiteland.
Ebenezer’s floor was a raised platform on stone piers, according to research by archival consultant Jonathan L. Hoppe, for the Chester County Historical Society. Its single room had a door facing the road; opposite was the raised pulpit. The interior walls were covered in wainscoting.
I first photographed Ebenezer in 2013. Then a few more times after that times including in June 2016 when the Inquirer article was in process. Then a second time, October 1, 2016. i placed the Philadelphia Inquirer articles. They are among my favorite articles and Kristin Holmes did an amazing job.
Inquirer reporter Kristin Holmes with former Chair of the East Whiteland Historic Commission and neighbor, Tim Caban. Tim was instrumental in the early days of my ruin obsession. And he has always remained a sounding board and wealth of knowledge.
And we have to speak about Hiram. Hiram Woodyard was a Township resident and former slave who served in the Union Army as a teamster. He was a leader in the African American community and is buried at the Ebenezer AME Church. His home still stands on Congestoga Road. Other homes he built still stand. He was an inhabitant of Bacton Hill.
And we have to talk about friends I made along the way who died before they could see Ebenezer get this far. The late poet A.V. (Ann) Christie and Al Terrell.
Ann I met shortly after I started my vision quest on Ebenezer. She had been battling breast cancer but showed up at my door one day with a boy scout report and the Conestoga Turnpike book written by my friend author, artist, and historian Catherine Quillman who is a true Chester County treasure who shares her knowledge so freely and with an open heart. It is because of Catherine I was able to prove my suspicion that although the property had been abandoned, it really wasn’t and the AME Church and more specifically probably Mother Bethel still owned it.
Ann died in April, 2016. She was so wonderful a human. I actually do have some of her poetry in my personal library. In her obituary story in the Philadelphia Inquirer, John Timpane wrote:
Poet and friend Leonard Gontarek offered a poetic remembrance of Ms. Christie by e-mail: “Like the poet herself, A.V. Christie’s poetry is precise, elegant and generous. In her poems she gives us a model of the universe: If we possess integrity and trust the world, truth will come through. If we know the world deeply enough, we will see the logic of happiness and sorrow. If we listen carefully, we will hear the music coaxed from the dusk and fallen magnolia flowers, the pond, the clouds, and her beloved robins. It will be the music we hear as knowledge becomes wisdom.”
This is a poetry of grace and holy light.
Ann loved Ebenezer, and had at one point lived quite nearby. She grew frustrated with trying to engage people about Ebenezer. She was responsible for organizing and often paying for a few clean ups.
Then I met Al Terrell. He also lived nearby. We became friends after bonding over the same black Civil War Soldiers. He visited Joshua and Hiram too. When and said he was going to get Boy Scouts and volunteers in there to clean up AND would get the AME Church to say OK, I was so glad to hear it, but didn’t hold out much hope. The Boy Scouts were from the Willistown Troop. And there were others. Bible study folks from Al’s bible study and Lee’s Lawn Service. And more. And this was just the beginning. Al threw himself into this the last couple of years of his life. He helped get the Veteran’s Day ceremony November 19th, 2016.
November 19, 2016 is when we held the Veteran’s Day Ceremony at Ebenezer to honor the black Civil War Soldiers there and others. It made front page news of The Daily Local. That was such an emotional day for me at that site, I cried. And I have no ancestors buried there, just my black Civil War Soldier Joshua Johnson whom I discovered one day many, many years ago in a pile of weeds that I thought were surrounding an abandoned farmhouse.
EAST WHITELAND >> During a humble autumn afternoon, a small ceremony paid homage to a long since abandoned graveyard housing African-American Civil War veterans, and others whose names have been lost to time and erosion.
For Bruce Reason and Al Terrell, the sight of the cleaned up Ebenezer African Methodist Episcopal Church cemetery on Saturday was a welcome one.
Reason, 56, of East Whiteland pointed to one of the legible headstones bearing the name of one African-American Civil War veteran, Joshua Johnson, 1846-1916, and said he was related.
“It feels great,” he said about the site of the cleaned up cemetery. “I waited years for someone to come along (and clean up the graveyard).”
The person who came along and led the clean-up effort was Henderson High School sophomore Luke Phayre.
Phayre, a member of the Willistown Boy Scout Troop 78, had been looking for a project to complete so he could become an Eagle Scout….And Terrell, himself a former assistant scoutmaster working on rejoining the troop, suggested to Phayre that he clean up the graveyard as his own son, Andrew did almost two decades earlier.
“I thought it was a great thing to do, to honor the soldiers buried here,” Phayre said. “You couldn’t even see this (gravesite) from the street.”
The gravesite and the ruins of the old church sit alongside North Bacton Hill Road, near where the road intersects with Route 401.
Starting in August, Phayre and other volunteers worked to figure out who technically owns the abandoned property, get permission from the owners, and to clean up the graveyard and crumbling stone church laden with overgrown nature.
His efforts were recognized Wednesday when at 1 p.m., a ceremony led by the commander of the West Chester American Legion Post 134, retired Air Force Capt. Howard Crawford.
The ceremony also served as a way to honor the dead. It included a color guard presentation, gun salute, and memorial prayer.
Members of several different organizations, including the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the Marine Corps League participated in the ceremony. Three East Whiteland police officers were also present.
On that day I do not recall any members of the then East Whiteland Historic Commission or township supervisors, but I will always remember the members of East Whiteland Police Department who showed up to be part of the honor guard and keep the traffic in check…on their own time.
Then things slowed down, and Al Terrell died. I knew that November of 2016 that he knew something was not right with his health but he didn’t speak about it. And then shortly after Christmas that year, Al contacted me and said he wanted me to promise not to ever give up on Ebenezer. He was insistent, and that was not his way. Then one day in January, 2017 when I was sitting in my living room talking with my friend Tom Casey, my phone rang. It was Kimberly Boddy, a wonderful woman I have since lost touch with, but who at the time had helped with research because of other research she was doing.
And Kimberly has a really cool Chester County heritage as she is the granddaughter of the late Lee Carter, who was a self-taught Chester County artist who also had what I think was called the Road To Freedom Museum at one time. The Daily Local wrote about an exhibit of Lee Carter’s paintings in Coatesville in 2015.
I still remember sitting in my living room and saying to Tom, “I can’t believe it. Al can’t be gone.”
Al and I had been talking about trying to get someone with special radar equipment into the graveyard to properly map the graves once and for all those last times we spoke. Ground Penetrating Radar.
I still miss Al. And Ann.
Al in November, 2016 saluting our soldier, Joshua.
Things kind of slowed for a while until new blood and energy on the historic commission reinvigorated them as well as real interest from the supervisors in East Whiteland. Now I will freely admit it has been touch and go with the East Whiteland Historic Commission and me for years. Some people like me, some merely tolerate me, and a couple I have felt quite clearly dislike what they perceive as my interference on their patch so to speak. Then Pastor April Martin and AME historian Bertha Jackmon also had more time for Ebenezer, and now here we are. A historic marker and money for the ruin stabilization. This is a God is Good thing. I spent a lot of years feeling quite despondent about this site, until things started to happen.
I will note that to date I have never ever had a reply to any of the many emails (and some phone calls) sent over time to Philadelphia Mother Bethel’s Mark Kelly Tyler. Shame on him because before Mother Bethel, as one of his callings was Bethel AME in West Chester, Pennsylvania. He has talked a good game in interviews with the Inquirer, etc., but he has apparently never thought humble Ebenezer AME at 97 Bacton Hill Road in Frazer was important enough in spite of the inextricable and irrefutable links to Mother Bethel? Pity. But hey, he’s got his plum now as a newly elected officer of some importance in the AME Church as per the Inquirer this August and allow me to quote with some feeling of irony:
The Rev. Mark Kelly Tyler, pastor of Mother Bethel AME Church in Society Hill, was elected as an officer of the African Methodist Episcopal Church (AMEC) at its General Conference this week in Columbus, Ohio.
He was elected to become one of nine general officers: executive director of the Department of Research and Scholarship and historiographer of the AME Church, which has its headquarters in Nashville.
The election took place on Monday. The Tennessee Tribune posted the results, noting that six new bishops and nine general officers were elected. (There are at least 20 bishops in charge of geographical districts.)
“As I step into the role of historiographer / executive director of the Department of Research & Scholarship of the global AME Church, I find this moment to be bittersweet,” Tyler wrote in a text from Ohio Wednesday afternoon….In an interview earlier this month, Tyler said the new position would require him to resign as pastor at Mother Bethel AME, at 419 S. Sixth St., where he was appointed the church’s 52nd pastor in 2008.
He said he would remain at Mother Bethel for at least two to three months until a new pastor is appointed by the church leadership.
In his new role, he will have two offices, one in Philadelphia and one in Nashville…Tyler said he has always loved history, and he hopes to create a major documentary film about the church, possibly with PBS.
Gosh Rev. Tyler, history? Imagine that. So, a reminder that some of the earliest history of your church is here in East Whiteland Township at 97 Bacton Hill Road in Frazer, as well as elsewhere in Chester County. Maybe now you will have time for those emails? Return phone calls? Sadly I have my doubts, but hey, that’s on you. (And yes I am being deliberately pissy and unapologetically so.)
