Thought this was too cute not to share. I wish all my Armstrong cousins and their extended families a very happy, healthy and fulFILLING Thanksgiving. Cousin Marilyn 88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 Thanksgiving Forecast Turkeys will thaw in the morning, then warm in the oven to an afternoon high near 190F. The kitchen will turn hot and humid, and if you bother the cook, be ready for a severe squall or cold shoulder. During the late afternoon and evening, the cold front of a knife will slice through the turkey, causing an accumulation of one to two inches on plates. Mashed potatoes will drift across one side while cranberry sauce creates slippery spots on the other. Please pass the gravy. A weight watch and indigestion warning have been issued for the entire area, with increased stuffiness around the beltway. During the evening, the turkey will diminish and taper off to leftovers, dropping to a low of 34F in the refrigerator. Looking ahead to Friday and Saturday, high pressure to eat sandwiches will be established. Flurries of leftovers can be expected both days with a 50 percent chance of scattered soup late in the day. We expect a warming trend where soup develops. By early next week, eating pressure will be low as the only wish left will be the bone.

Welcome Back, Edie! I've been wondering what in the world had happened to you! Loved the Reunion piece...it has built-in visual effects! Barb in MO

It put a smile on my face Vicki. Thanks. Edie ----- Original Message ----- From: "Vicki Showers" <walleye1@netins.net> To: <ARMSTRONG-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, November 22, 2002 2:14 PM Subject: Fw: [ARMSTRONG-L] Class Reunion > Welcome back Edie, and I'm still laughing at the pictures that flash in your > mind as one reads this, and they aren't pretty either!!! Vicki NW Iowa > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Rob and Edie McArthur" <robmc@our.net.au> > To: <ARMSTRONG-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, November 21, 2002 3:30 PM > Subject: [ARMSTRONG-L] Class Reunion > > > > Hi everyone, > > > > I have decided to come back on this friendly list, as I have heard from > Marilyn and Diana in recent times and that was really nice. I only have > Armstrong ties through a friend and my brothers girlfriend, but always on > the lookout for anything Armstrong. > > > > Something came into another of my lines this morning and the emailer was > really bawled out. It wasn't appropiate for a purely genealogical list, but > it gave me a laugh as I think we all try to make ourselves look as we were > when we go to a school or other reunion, so I could identify with this lady. > Maybe some one else can too. > > Edie > > > > CLASS REUNION > > I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a > starvation diet the day before,knowing that all the extra weight would just > melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim,high-school-girl body. > The last many years of > > careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. > I knew if I didn't eat a morselon Friday, that I could probably fit into my > senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled ! ;the gown > out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the > fabric,and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, > sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." > > bodies never have pockets where you need them.Bravely, I took the gown > off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. > I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up > to my knees...before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to > wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night > away. > > Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! > Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to > Plan B the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had > purchased at the drugstore,the scented shower gel; the body building and > highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine > enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then > > the makeup -- the under eye "ain't ! no lines here" firming cream, the > all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler > spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will > come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But > first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel > > the wrinkles shuddering in fear. OK -time to get ready...I jumped into > the steaming shower, soaped,lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, > scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly > scrubbed face with anti-wrinkle, > > gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I > set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the > world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped > around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, > cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those > bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with the > scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, > hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, > > shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, > and kicked. Sweat poured off ! my forehead but I was done. And it didn't > look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. > Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you > say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and > walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I > was firm! Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap > crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it > open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past > experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the > bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the > struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra and remembered what the > sales lady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten > the bra in the front! > > , and twist it around.Put the bra on the way it should be worn--straps > over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the > cups." Easy > > if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the > holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't > cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, > the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few > times, tried > > to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while > I bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heels and toes > and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I > captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood > up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and > > faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes, > Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was > cleavage! I > > was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't > see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I > buy heels > > with buckles? Then I had to go to the bathroom again. I put on my sweats, > fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion. > > IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH - YOU'RE > > TOO YOUNG! > > > > > > >

Nice to see you back Edie. That was hysterical, I forwarded it to several ladies I know who will appreciate it! Linda Hamid Roseville, Calif

Hi everyone, I have decided to come back on this friendly list, as I have heard from Marilyn and Diana in recent times and that was really nice. I only have Armstrong ties through a friend and my brothers girlfriend, but always on the lookout for anything Armstrong. Something came into another of my lines this morning and the emailer was really bawled out. It wasn't appropiate for a purely genealogical list, but it gave me a laugh as I think we all try to make ourselves look as we were when we go to a school or other reunion, so I could identify with this lady. Maybe some one else can too. Edie CLASS REUNION I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before,knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim,high-school-girl body. The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morselon Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled ! ;the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric,and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them.Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees...before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drugstore,the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't ! no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear. OK -time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped,lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off ! my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm! Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra and remembered what the sales lady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front! , and twist it around.Put the bra on the way it should be worn--straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while I bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heels and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes, Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I buy heels with buckles? Then I had to go to the bathroom again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion. IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH - YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Armstrong, Davison, Wood, Doupe, Williams Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/kQB.2ACIB/2530 Message Board Post: Looking for anyone who can connect to Henry Armstrong & Letitia (Perry) who came from Ireland 1844 and settled in the Napanee, ON area Their children - Eliza Jane, Margaret, William, Hamilton, Robert Ecles, Henry Jr, Frances Hester, Mary Ann, John Perry. Please email me bj_smith@hotmail.com

Welcome back Edie, and I'm still laughing at the pictures that flash in your mind as one reads this, and they aren't pretty either!!! Vicki NW Iowa ----- Original Message ----- From: "Rob and Edie McArthur" <robmc@our.net.au> To: <ARMSTRONG-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, November 21, 2002 3:30 PM Subject: [ARMSTRONG-L] Class Reunion > Hi everyone, > > I have decided to come back on this friendly list, as I have heard from Marilyn and Diana in recent times and that was really nice. I only have Armstrong ties through a friend and my brothers girlfriend, but always on the lookout for anything Armstrong. > > Something came into another of my lines this morning and the emailer was really bawled out. It wasn't appropiate for a purely genealogical list, but it gave me a laugh as I think we all try to make ourselves look as we were when we go to a school or other reunion, so I could identify with this lady. Maybe some one else can too. > Edie > > CLASS REUNION > I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before,knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim,high-school-girl body. The last many years of > careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morselon Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled ! ;the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric,and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." > bodies never have pockets where you need them.Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees...before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. > Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drugstore,the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then > the makeup -- the under eye "ain't ! no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel > the wrinkles shuddering in fear. OK -time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped,lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with anti-wrinkle, > gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, > shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off ! my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm! Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra and remembered what the sales lady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front! > , and twist it around.Put the bra on the way it should be worn--straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." Easy > if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried > to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while I bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heels and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and > faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes, Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I > was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I buy heels > with buckles? Then I had to go to the bathroom again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion. > IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH - YOU'RE > TOO YOUNG! > > >

Can't remember if I sent this already:  Pennsylvania Marriages to 1810 Record of Pennsylvania Marriages Prior to 1810 Volume 1 Marriage Record of Christ Church, Philadelphia 1709–1806 1751, Nov. 11,    Armstrong, Eleanor, and John Clarke. 1784, Oct. 28,    Armstrong, Joseph, and Mary Fish. 1713, August 3,  Armstrong, Margaret, and Thomas Huggins. 1799, July 22,    Armstrong, Margaret, and Galbraith Russel. 1798, Dec. 26,    Armstrong, Mary, and Donald McQueen. 1796, August 1,    Armstrong, Thomas, and Eliz Skerret. Record of Pennsylvania Marriages Prior to 1810 Volume 1 Marriage Record of the Swedes' Church, (Gloria Dei.), Philadelphia 1750–1810 1799, Aug. 15,    Abram, Margaret, and Joseph Armstrong Eglestone. 1793, Oct. 7,    Armstrong, Andrew, and Rachel Davey. 1787, Feb. 28,    Armstrong, Bridget, and John Mathiney. 1800, Dec. 4,    Armstrong, Britta, and John Cuban. 1778, March 29,    Armstrong, Eleanor, and Timothy Langley. 1791, July 7,    Armstrong, Elizabeth, and Martin Bardell. 1796, June 21,   Armstrong, John, and Rachel Robeson. 1758, Dec. 6,    Armstrong, Joseph, and Debra Burrough. 1799, Dec. 19,    Armstrong, Nancy, and Nathaniel Reas Glascoe. 1793, Aug. 22,    Armstrong, Sarah, and John Mills. Record of Pennsylvania Marriages Prior to 1810 Volume 1 Marriage Record of the First Presbyterian Church, at Carlisle 1785–1812 1809, March 14,  Armstrong, Charles, and Agness Blackwood. 1789, June 18,    Armstrong, Dr. James, and Polley Stephenson. 1788, May 24,    Armstrong, James, and Eleanor Pollock. 1798, Sept. 24,  Armstrong, Robert, and Polly Landrum. 1799, Dec. 17,   Armstrong, Thomas, and Isabella Stephenson. Record of Pennsylvania Marriages Prior to 1810 Volume 1 Marriage Record of the German Reformed Church, at Philadelphia, 1748–1802 1797, Jan. 26,    Armstrong, Polly, and Valentine Schweitzer. Record of Pennsylvania Marriages Prior to 1810 Volume 1 Marriage Record of the First Baptist Church, Philadelphia, 1761–1803 1794, Oct. 4,    Armstrong, John, and Hannah Mitchell.

http://www.mdarchives.state.md.us/msa/stagser/s1500/s1527/html/ssi1527a.html Maryland Indexes Marriage References MSA S 1527 A ARMSTRONG * Edward, m. by 1 Sep 1744, Ann, admx of Wm. Craig of Ce Co. (MDAD 21:186). * Francis, Jr., m. by 6 July 1744, Rebecca, dau. of Mathew Kirby of TA Co. (MDAD 20:283). * James, m. by 1 June 1769, Martha, dau. of Elizabeth Chapman (MDWB 37:123). * John, m. by 3 Sep 1766, Rebecca Boulding, admx. of William Boulding (MDAA 54:261). * Robert, m. by 24 Aug 1772, Martha, widow of Richard Swann Edwards of SM Co. (MDAD 66:279). * Russel, m. by 3 Sep 1746, Rebecca, widow of Moses Clayland of TA Co. (MDAD 22:315). * Solomon, m. by 15 Dec 1744, Sarah, admnx. of Ephraim Standiford (MINV 30:415). * William, m. c11 Feb 1800 by Rev. James Hunt, Levi Anna McMannin of MO Co. ("MHS," p. 204).

Hi Check out the Northumberland pages on our website at www.dominouk.clara.net for photos of Lord Armstrong's homes at Cragside House and Bamburgh Castle and a replica of the Armstrong Whitworth car of 1912 at Beamish Open Air museum. Kathy -----Original Message----- From: Debbie [mailto:debra.street@verizon.net] Sent: 20 November 2002 6:14 pm To: ARMSTRONG-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [ARMSTRONG-L] William Armstrong - Industrial Genius From: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/north_east_england_history_page/Pio neers. htm WILLIAM ARMSTRONG - AN INDUSTRIAL GENIUS If George Stephenson was primarily associated with steam engineering then William George Armstrong (1810-1900) by comparison was a `Jack of All Trades'. Armstrong was just as much a scientist as a scholar or an engineer but was also very much an enterprising industrialist with the advantage of an open enquiring mind as demonstrated by the following lines once quoted by the man himself; "However high we climb in the pursuit of knowledgewe shall still see heights above us, and the more we extend our view, the more concious we shall be of the immensity which lies beyond." Armstrong was born in the Shieldfield area of Newcastle on the 26 November 1810. His father was the proprietor of a corn merchants' business on the Newcastle Quayside and had a strong interest in Natural History, Mathematics, and was a member of the Literary and Philosophical Society. Young William trained to be a solicitor and although he became a partner in a legal practice, he had inherited similar interests to his father, particularly in the field of science and engineering. Armstrong gave knowledgeable lectures on these subjects at the Newcastle Lit and Phil and in 1842 he constructed a Hydro Electric generator. This was constructed with the knowledge gained following the accidental discovery of a discharge of static electricity from a colliery boiler by an engineman at a Northumberland coal mine. Around 1846 Armstrong's interests shifted from Hydro Electricity to Hydraulics and he persuaded wealthy Newcastle men to back him in the development of hydraulic cranes for Newcastle which were powered with the assistance of the town's Whittle Dene Water Company. The scheme was such a great success that in 1847 Armstrong gave up his legal practice to establish the Newcastle Cranage company at Elswick which later became known as `Armstrong's Factory' as immortalised in the `Blaydon Races'. Following the Crimean War in the 1850s Armstrong became increasingly involved with the manufacture of armaments and his eighteen pound breach loading gun was one of many Armstrong weapons recognised as the best in the world. Such devices, often tested on the moors of Allendale, were ordered by armies and navies all over the the world from Russia and Japan to the United States. In fact, Armstrong supplied both armies in the American Civil War. From 1863 onward Armstrong became less and less involved in the day to day running of his company affairs and began to pursue other interests. He became particularly noted for his succesful pursuits in the field of landscape gardening. This was initially carried out in Newcastle's beautiful Jesmond Dene most of which he owned and where he had built a house for himself and his wife in the 1830s. Jesmond Dene was donated by Armstrong to the people of the city of Newcastle upon Tyne in 1883. The later years of Armstrong's life were spent in his magnificent parkland mansion of Cragside near Rothbury in Northumberland. Cragside was, of course, the first house in the world to be lit by Hydro Electric power. ______________________________

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/kQB.2ACIB/2528 Message Board Post: There are Armstrong surnamed persons on the burial list which contains over 9,000 entries at this cemetery they plan on moving. For the burial list and information about the cemetery being moved visit www.graveinfo.com

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/kQB.2ACIB/2527 Message Board Post: I am looking for my GGGrandfather James Albert Armstrong born in Alabama April 15, 1845. He followed the rivers down and settled in the Bountstown/Bristol area right after the Civil War. A lot of Armstrong settled in Florida about that time I am interested in this migration. Any information please reply.

http://home.att.net/~cmlabath/limvote1817.htm Voters in the Limerick City Election of 1817 [to fill the seat for Limerick City in the United Parliament of Great Britain and Ireland] Limerick Chronicle, Wednesday, July 9 For Hon. Major Vereker Edm. Burton Armstrong Esq, High Sheriff Co. Clare Limerick Chronicle, Thursday, July 17,1817 For Hon. Major Vereker Rev. Robert C. Armstrong The poll being finally closed at 12, the returning officers announced by their books the numbers to be For the Hon. Major Vereker.................................412 For John Tuthill Esq..............................................268       Majority.........................................................144 When the Sheriff declared the Hon. John Prendergast Vereker to be duly elected the Representative in Parliament for this City. Immediately after the court was dissolved, the Hon. Major Vereker, attended by a vast concourse of respectable friends, was chaired to his father's house at the Crescent; the chair was superbly decorated; the excellent band of the City Limerick Regt. attended and performed some delightful airs. Mr. Tuthill's chairing commenced in Francis-street, he was seated in a very elegant car, most tastefully ornamented; the procession preceded by the trades with their several ensigns and banners, and followed by gentlemen with white wands and laurels, occupied a very great extent. Notwithstanding the streets were so crowded, we are happy to learn that not an accident of any description occurred.

Thank you, Debbie, for your VERY interesting postings on noted Armstrongs. Helen ----- Original Message ----- From: "Debbie" <debra.street@verizon.net> To: <ARMSTRONG-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, November 20, 2002 1:19 PM Subject: [ARMSTRONG-L] Tommy Armstrong - Pitman Poet > From: > > <http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/north_east_england_history_page/ > NWdur-.htm#TOMMY%20ARMSTRONG> > > TOMMY ARMSTRONG THE PITMAN POET OF TANFIELD LEA > > Tanfield Lea, a former mining village to the north of Beamish was the > home of Thomas Armstrong (1848-1919), who was known as the `Pitman Poet' > or the `Bard of the northern coalfield'. His songs, which were written > in the Northumbrian style reflected life in the Durham coalfield at the > turn of the century. They were primarily written to keep him in beer > money. With fourteen children to support, Tommy's ability to write good > folk songs proved invaluable, when he had them printed and sold around > the local public houses at a penny a time. Armstrong's best known pieces > include Wor Nanny's a Maizor, The Trimdon Grange Disaster, The Oakey > Strike Evictions and Durham Gaol. The Oakey Strike Evictions are a > reminder of a particularly nasty aspect of life in the Durham coalfiled > in the last century; > > "It was in November and aw never will forget > > How the polisses and the candymen at Oakey Houses met > > Johnny the Bellman he was there squintin' roond aboot > > And he put three men at ivvery door te' torn the miners oot > > And what would a dee if aw had the power mesel' > > Aw would hang the twenty candymen and Johnny whe carries the bell" > > > > Despite poor and dangerous working conditions, low pay and long hours, > the often tyranical coal owners of the last century would not hesitate > to resort to such measures as eviction to deal with miners' strikes. > The `candymen' employed by the coal owners to evict the miners were > disreputable characters of the lowest order, brought in from the > docksides of the large towns in the region. Described as "low, mean > ragged fellows", the "yelling, shouting, and tinpanning together with > the pitiful cries of children had no effect on these inhuman beings > employed to do this work". > > > >

From: <http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/north_east_england_history_page/ NWdur-.htm#TOMMY%20ARMSTRONG>  TOMMY ARMSTRONG THE PITMAN POET OF TANFIELD LEA Tanfield Lea, a former mining village to the north of Beamish was the home of Thomas Armstrong (1848-1919), who was known as the `Pitman Poet' or the `Bard of the northern coalfield'. His songs, which were written in the Northumbrian style reflected life in the Durham coalfield at the turn of the century. They were primarily written to keep him in beer money. With fourteen children to support, Tommy's ability to write good folk songs proved invaluable, when he had them printed and sold around the local public houses at a penny a time. Armstrong's best known pieces include Wor Nanny's a Maizor, The Trimdon Grange Disaster, The Oakey Strike Evictions and Durham Gaol. The Oakey Strike Evictions are a reminder of a particularly nasty aspect of life in the Durham coalfiled in the last century; "It was in November and aw never will forget How the polisses and the candymen at Oakey Houses met Johnny the Bellman he was there squintin' roond aboot And he put three men at ivvery door te' torn the miners oot And what would a dee if aw had the power mesel' Aw would hang the twenty candymen and Johnny whe carries the bell" Despite poor and dangerous working conditions, low pay and long hours, the often tyranical coal owners of the last century would not hesitate to resort to such measures as eviction to deal with miners' strikes. The `candymen' employed by the coal owners to evict the miners were disreputable characters of the lowest order, brought in from the docksides of the large towns in the region. Described as "low, mean ragged fellows", the "yelling, shouting, and tinpanning together with the pitiful cries of children had no effect on these inhuman beings employed to do this work".

From: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/north_east_england_history_page/Pioneers. htm WILLIAM ARMSTRONG - AN INDUSTRIAL GENIUS If George Stephenson was primarily associated with steam engineering then William George Armstrong (1810-1900) by comparison was a `Jack of All Trades'. Armstrong was just as much a scientist as a scholar or an engineer but was also very much an enterprising industrialist with the advantage of an open enquiring mind as demonstrated by the following lines once quoted by the man himself; "However high we climb in the pursuit of knowledgewe shall still see heights above us, and the more we extend our view, the more concious we shall be of the immensity which lies beyond." Armstrong was born in the Shieldfield area of Newcastle on the 26 November 1810. His father was the proprietor of a corn merchants' business on the Newcastle Quayside and had a strong interest in Natural History, Mathematics, and was a member of the Literary and Philosophical Society. Young William trained to be a solicitor and although he became a partner in a legal practice, he had inherited similar interests to his father, particularly in the field of science and engineering. Armstrong gave knowledgeable lectures on these subjects at the Newcastle Lit and Phil and in 1842 he constructed a Hydro Electric generator. This was constructed with the knowledge gained following the accidental discovery of a discharge of static electricity from a colliery boiler by an engineman at a Northumberland coal mine. Around 1846 Armstrong's interests shifted from Hydro Electricity to Hydraulics and he persuaded wealthy Newcastle men to back him in the development of hydraulic cranes for Newcastle which were powered with the assistance of the town's Whittle Dene Water Company. The scheme was such a great success that in 1847 Armstrong gave up his legal practice to establish the Newcastle Cranage company at Elswick which later became known as `Armstrong's Factory' as immortalised in the `Blaydon Races'. Following the Crimean War in the 1850s Armstrong became increasingly involved with the manufacture of armaments and his eighteen pound breach loading gun was one of many Armstrong weapons recognised as the best in the world. Such devices, often tested on the moors of Allendale, were ordered by armies and navies all over the the world from Russia and Japan to the United States. In fact, Armstrong supplied both armies in the American Civil War. From 1863 onward Armstrong became less and less involved in the day to day running of his company affairs and began to pursue other interests. He became particularly noted for his succesful pursuits in the field of landscape gardening. This was initially carried out in Newcastle's beautiful Jesmond Dene most of which he owned and where he had built a house for himself and his wife in the 1830s. Jesmond Dene was donated by Armstrong to the people of the city of Newcastle upon Tyne in 1883. The later years of Armstrong's life were spent in his magnificent parkland mansion of Cragside near Rothbury in Northumberland. Cragside was, of course, the first house in the world to be lit by Hydro Electric power.

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This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: armstrong Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/kQB.2ACIB/1590.1.1.1 Message Board Post: Larry & Jacquie Sorry that I never replied but my computer crashed and I lost your contact information. I do not know how much I can help concerning Uncle Athol (my mothers spelling) since all the information I have on this generation came from my mother, now deceased. The only time I ever met him was at Grandma Blackburns funeral in 1956 and really never talked to him ( I was 16 yr old at that time). Will gladly share any information I do have. Please let me know if I can be of any help. Paul

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: ARMSTRONG Classification: Lookup Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/kQB.2ACIB/2526 Message Board Post: Listed in the Canton High School book for 1911 at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~cribbs/oh_canton/ Bill Surname Search Utility http://surnames.obitlinkspage.com GenLookups.com http://www.genlookups.com Ohio Obituary Links http://obit.obitlinkspage.com/oh.htm Ohio Marriages Search http://www.genlookups.com/oh_marriages/ Ohio CemSEARCH http://www.obitcentral.com/cemsearch/oh-cem.htm

List, Looking for any connection or information concerning this family: 1-Elmer ARMSTRONG b: 17 Jan 1812, Hebbardsville, Athens, OH, d: 12 Apr 1895 +Permelia BOOTH b: 1 Jan 1821, Cleveland, Cuyahoga, OH, m: 7 Jan 1844, Cleveland, Cuyahoga, OH, par: Ezra BOOTH and Unknown 2-Elizabeth ARMSTRONG b: Abt 1844, Athens, Athens, OH 2-Olive Alice ARMSTRONG b: 26 Jan 1846, Hebbardsville, Athens, OH 2-Addie ARMSTRONG b: 1849, Lee County, IA 2-Elza Booth ARMSTRONG b: 29 Dec 1849, Alexander Twp, Athens, OH, d: OH +Mary Elizabeth HUBBARD b: Abt 1859, Alexander Twp, Athens, OH, d: 17 Feb 1896, m: 5 Sep 1876, Alexander Twp, Athens, OH 3-Elmer ARMSTRONG b: 21 Dec 1878, Hebbardsville, Athens, OH, d: 17 Aug 1967, Brooklyn, NY, bur: Cranston, Providence, RI +Mary Elsie COE b: 7 Nov 1878, Hebbardsville, Athens, OH, d: May 1967, Brooklyn, NY, bur: Cranston, Providence, RI, m: 2 Oct 1900, PA, par: John Porterfield COE and Lucy Ann BLAKE 3-Charles Crawford ARMSTRONG b: Unknown, d: Unknown 3-Ruth ARMSTRONG b: Unknown, d: Unknown Regards, Jim Armstrong Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free Checked by Symantec-Norton Anti-Virus 2002