A mummified hand from Egypt that is around 3,500 years old dates back to the New Kingdom period (circa 1500 BCE). During this time, the art of mummification had reached a sophisticated level, aiming to preserve the body for the afterlife. Mummification was central to ancient Egyptian beliefs, ensuring that the deceased’s soul, or ka, could recognize and return to its body.
Mummified body parts, including hands, were often discovered in tombs, carefully wrapped in linen, and sometimes adorned with amulets for protection. This hand would have been part of the larger practice of preserving entire bodies for eternity, reflecting the Egyptians' deep belief in the afterlife.
I will have less of a presence on The Torrid Tribe Community. We have very little activity here. This is a sign to me that members have found other social media resources that they are spending more time in. I am happy to see less censorship on social media in general. I started The Torrid Tribe 4 years ago when we were in a state of censorship and lockdowns. It was a difficult time and this was a haven and sanctuary for so many.
I will be lightly posting things here to give you all content to see. This community will always be open to everyone and will resurrect to its full capacity if subscribers show they want it fully operational again with full time administration.
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Passion is the vibe that I want to bring to this community. I want to enjoy your passion for whatever it is you are into. Let's share what we learn - and learn what each other shares. Foodies unite. I love to cook and share recipes. I will regularly post pictures and recipes are available upon request. I would enjoy discussing your past, present and future journeys. Nature is God and Mother Earth's exquisite gift to us. Share a picture and we will enjoy the beauty through your eyes. Let's get deep and consensual with great subjective matter. This is a non judgemental safe place to let everything hang out.
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On Christmas Eve, 1975, Dan Fogelberg's mother ran out of whipping cream for her Irish coffee.
It was the smallest errand imaginable. Dan offered to go. He drove through the snow to the Convenient Food Mart on Abington Hill, one of the only stores still open in Peoria, Illinois, on Christmas Eve, walked through the door, turned down the frozen foods aisle, and stopped.
Standing right in front of him was the girl he'd loved in high school.
Dan Fogelberg was born in Peoria in 1951, the youngest of three sons. His father Lawrence was a high school band director, the kind of man who fills a room with music before anyone even notices it's happening. Dan inherited that gift early. He taught himself guitar and piano as a kid, formed his first band at fourteen, and left home for Colorado and California in his early twenties, slowly building the career he'd always been certain was waiting for him.
Before any of that, there was Woodruff High School. And Jill Anderson.
They dated through high school, class of 1969, driving back-country roads ...
