So, do any of you have family who says, as my grandmother did, "Yestiddy'' for yesterday? Or say, "Don't pay him no never mind." Or "That'll make you want to rare back and holler?" And who knows what "Roastinears" are? Did anyone ever take quinine in a spoon of sugar for a cough? My grandmother's mother was Indian (although we haven't been able to document it) and when she was small, she cut her wrist badly on a tin can, severing a vein or artery (don't know which). Her mother stuffed it with cobwebs and it coagulated and stopped the bleeding. When I had a stye, my grandmother would make me go to a fork in the road by our house and repeat, "Stye, stye, leave my eye. Go to the next one who passes by." When I had chicken pox as a child, she took me in the chicken yard, shooed chickens over my head and that was supposed to cure me. I could never walk under a ladder, keep going on a road if a black cat walked in front of me, sew something while I was wearing it, or sweep under someone's feet (if it was a woman, she'd never get married) and I still cannot bear to see an umbrella opened in a room. Am I alone here? Speaking of Indians, my great aunt, Beatrice Irene (Bedie) Johnson Kelley of Warren had a kitchen with running water, a sink and cabinet, but preferred to wash dishes the Indian way, in a pan, squatting on the floor. Anytime she was at rest, she squatted. Jane