Glad to have you back. Whitewolf ----- Original Message ----- From: "mfields155" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, September 30, 2002 11:32 AM Subject: [BSChat] Im Back!!!! > Hi Gang, > > Am home from the hospital, and wanted to let you know that I've missed you!!! Marge > > > ==== BLACKSHEEP-CHAT Mailing List ==== > Unsubscribe from the list: > Mailto:[email protected]?subject=unsubscribe&body=unsub scribe > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 >

Hi Gang, Am home from the hospital, and wanted to let you know that I've missed you!!! Marge

In a message dated 9/27/02 3:28:56 PM Pacific Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: > Calvin, that is exactly why I try not to lie, I couldn't remember what I > made up, or keep it straight either. LOL Another good one. That was > interesting about the men becoming tailors also. When you were a DJ what > kind of music did you play? Jinnye Koons IBSSG > > I've worked in country, rock and roll, easy listening, even worked for a Contemporary Christian station once. My last gig was working for the #1 rock station in Southern Oregon and Northern California. In a major market like Portland when you say that they look at you like you said you were the ice hockey champion of Ecudor. "Yeah? So?" =) Now that I find myself "at leisure" again I am pursuing that career once more. Perhaps with 13 years more maturity under my belt-or hanging over it as the case may be- I can avoid the pitfalls I ran into before. DJed a friend's wedding a couple weeks back and had a blast. That was all I needed to convince me to try again. For all the egos and personalities in collision, it was the time in my life when I was having the most fun with what I was doing. CBL, IBSSG Spinning those stacks of wax...

I began a journal for my son when he was about 10 months old. It had already become pretty evident that the standard baby book wasn't going to hold all the memories I wanted to record. Guess I was just lazy about getting it started sooner, for some reason! I started my daughter's as soon as I found out I was expecting her. I write to them about what changes they are going through (such as starting preschool, taking swimming lessons), big family events (holidays, marriages/births/deaths), as well as my joys and frustrations with raising them. I plan to keep these journals until the kids are out on their own. My son was given a time capsule as a birth gift, and we enjoyed the experience so much we bought one for our daughter as well. So when they receive their capsules at age 25, they will get the journals at the same time. Hopefully they will enjoy reading them, and maybe get some clues as to their heritage, etc., along the way. Sue G. IBSSG

Ok, Kids! :-) For those like me who can't get enough of watching fireworks displays check out this site: http://www.maylin.net/Fireworks.html Don't be afraid to 'machine gun' click your mouse across the display area and watch the fun! Enjoy! SueB

In a message dated 9/27/2002 3:20:46 PM Pacific Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: > JOURNALS > Until recently the need for a journal hadn’t truly struck me. Yes, I > realize what a treasure it would be to find a journal written by our > ancestor Michael back at the end of the 18th Century, but thinking of > myself as having anything worth saying had really escaped me. Then I > watched “Frontier House” on PBS, then “Iron Age” on PBS. Now they’re > coming out with 1940’s house. For heaven’s sake, many of us lived in one > of those, including me! > Then I had my regular visit to the doctor, and the point was brought home > that maybe it was time to start recording some memories. While I have no > direct descendants, I do have grandchildren by my stepchildren, and some of > those grandchildren are about old enough to start their own families. The > reason the doctor visit brought that home was the fact that my medication > was increased (I’m up to 21 different meds each day), I was told that my > arthritis is degenerative, and will only get worse, not better, and that my > congestive heart failure was continuing to progress. > The thing that really got to me that doctor visit, though, was the doctor’s > statement that he wanted to make what time I had left the most normal and > pleasant possible. If he weren’t in his 30’s, I would have gotten my > temper up & told him that I would outlive him! Since no one knows exactly > when they will depart this life, I will say that I don’t consider myself > finished yet...I’ve even started a dialogue with the Anglican Bishop of > Belize to see if I can be of any use down there to the church. If I were > planning to push up daisies any time soon, I wouldn’t have started the > dialogue. > However, I’m writing this now to make a sincere appeal to all of you to > start your own diaries (or journals) for the sake of your own descendants. > It is my opinion that all of us have some parts of our lives which we would > be most happy to share the memories of with those who come after us. > Several of you are older than I am, many are younger...it makes little > difference! The sooner each of us gets started, the more memories we can > record for our descendants. > What to record? Well, all of us have lived through major world and/or > national events, and I’m sure that we have memories of what we were doing & > where we were at those times. This is something our descendants might be > very interested in reading. Also, little bloopers (which we all make > sometimes), would probably be a great memory to leave for posterity. Just > give a little thought to it, and GET STARTED! > Mike > > Jeffery G. Scism, IBSSG Despite resistance by others, he heroically pursued his goal of mediocrity.

That is so cool. I love fireworks! Whitewolf ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bobby & Sue Bates" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, September 27, 2002 9:39 PM Subject: [BSChat] Fun site!!! > Ok, Kids! :-) > For those like me who can't get enough of watching fireworks displays check out this site: > http://www.maylin.net/Fireworks.html > Don't be afraid to 'machine gun' click your mouse across the display area and watch the fun! > Enjoy! > SueB > > > ==== BLACKSHEEP-CHAT Mailing List ==== > [email protected] is a wide spectrum Chat List, Topics allowed are almost anything.restrictions are: > Political discussion, religious prosylitizing, and aggressive behavior, any of these topics will result in restricted priveleges. > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 >

First off, a BIG *ATTABOY, GIRL* to Ava (aka Whitewolf) for moving this subject to Chat!!! Ya done good, gal! :-D And, second, funny that this topic should come up today. I've had precognitive dreams before that have come to pass, including having it revealed to me about John Wayne's passing before the last news briefs regarding his final stomach cancer diagnosis. Last night I dreamed that Bobby's uncle, Erwin, came to me telling me of the passing of his wife, Vera. Uncle Erwin died about 3 years ago. I have never dreamed of him before now and only met the man on 3 different occasions. As far as I know, she's been in good health though getting up there in years but I do expect to hear of her passing before much time goes by. That seems to be how it works for me with these experiences. Best, SueB

In a message dated 9/27/2002 7:31:53 PM Pacific Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: > . I was all ready to go ...when someone called my name and said NO don't > go. I had this experience EXACTLY. I have talked about it before (it is in the archives). Jeffery G. Scism, IBSSG Despite resistance by others, he heroically pursued his goal of mediocrity.

: > okay everybody-----you know you have had the experiences so share em! Well , I used to have dreams that always let me know what was going to happen. but at times it would just come to me. My Dad was a commercial fisherman. We were on the way to Texas from key West , Fl.. We went into Grand Isle, LA. and on the way back out one of the boats sunk. while we were standing there watching it go down, I looked at my dad and said"You're next". about two weeks later I was asleep at the sitters and woke up with a scream! I knew the boat had sunk! sure enough my da's best friend hit them broadside and it took less than two minutes for the boat to sink. They were about thirty miles from land out in the Gulf. All of our things were still on the boat including our dog and cat. But everyone made it ok. Things like this always happen to me. Sometimes in dreams other times like a panic attack. I just know I can't go a certain way or can't go a certain place. Rhonda

My grandmother knew when someone would die in the family. She would have a dream where they came to her, the next day she knew they had passed. I dreamed that my aunt passed, I woke up crying (I was 10) I told the sitter, she said no your aunt is just sick. I was crying when my mother called the sitter telling her that my aunt has just passed away. I went back to sleep and my aunt came back to me and told me not to cry that it was ok, that she was not in pain and that I should not cry for her because she was just fine, and that she loved me. I woke up the next morning told my mom and dad and that was that. When I was young I knew what was going to happen before it happened. Always in dreams. When I got older I knew not to tell anyone about it, but when I was young I didn't know that you were not to talk about it outside the family. One time I was going to go on a date, my parents didn't know about it I was sneaking out. I was all ready to go and my gut feeling said not to go, I didn't pay any attention to it and was going anyway when someone called my name and said NO don't go. I figured I better listen so I didn't go. I called my friend and told her I wasn't going, so she called someone else. The girl that went when I didn't go got killed instantly, the other two girls were hurt very badly, one died later and the other one was paralyzed. I'm glad I listened to the voice. Whitewolf > okay everybody-----you know you have had the experiences so share em!

I'm answering this on chat, before Jeff or Sue tells me to. Whitewolf ----- Original Message ----- From: "shadlock" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, September 27, 2002 7:35 PM Subject: Re: [BS-L] Monuments > okay everybody-----you know you have had the experiences so share em! > I too have dreams, have always been raised to pay attention to em and the > 'gut feelings' I had. Saved my life once in fact. > I was raised to believe that we have protective spirits and impish ones and > to take heed. > Once, I had deliberately lied to my mom about where I was going and who I > was with. > We drove into a lake (dark nite LOL). > 2 am on a dirt road in the wilderness. > Then, believe me or not, makes no difference to me, two headlights appeared > and it was a kid about our age driving his dads tow truck home! > Mom knew tho.......shes spooky like that. > I know when my kids are in trouble, sick or frightened or lying. > They think I am spooky LOL! > But they know if an owl is where he normally wouldn't be , behaving like he > normally wouldn't .....well..... > Dad got along with animals, young children and old people. > They were just drawn to him. He could tell if a person was trustworthy or > not in a few short minutes and never be able to tell you why. > My great grandmother in Ireland used to tell a story about her grandmother. > She was walkin down the road when the 'divil' appeared before her and she > banished him with holy water and he never crossed her path again. > Now, that one is a bit far out but fun to talk about LOL! > Man , I have a ton of stories, some first hand and some passed on. > The ones from those passed on mean the most to me. > Our adopted Creek / Choctaw family, share a great deal and also have smudged > the house for us (before we moved in). > We sit unto the wee hours of the morning swapping tales and beliefs. > Truly wonderful exchanges. > Evie > > The week before my dad passed, my mom saw an owl, rather oversized and on > the ground. She swears it had human eyes and told me someone was going to > die. > She had predicted my paternal grandfathers death in the same way but this > time Creator spared her the 'who' of things. > I think it was best in this case. > When I last saw my grandfather, Col.Carter H. Johnson, I knew it was the > last time I would see him and he knew as well-all without one word being > spoken. > After he passed, ( I was the one to receive the news and tell my > parents-really hard), he would visit in my dreams just to check in and let > me know he was fine. > Always without words but very clear in intent. > When I got married, he came one last time and I haven't seen him since. > Then my mother in law passed, native american and gorgeous. > I had lost faith and prayed hard one night asking Creator if there was > anything after this life. > My mother in law (in my dream) knocked on my door and told me she had only a > little time to visit but that she came to tell me that after this, there is > still work to do. > That dream ended looking out the end of the corridor of the hospital where I > worked , and through a window was a mountain. The sky was gray and laden > with clouds hanging to the tip of the mountain and atop was a magnificent > steed, all white, rared on two legs and head touching the bottom of the > cloud and then boom......I was awake. > And I was stunned and overwhelmed. > I cannot tell you in real words what that meant to me and why. > It is on some level personal but on another to be discovered. > > > > > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Jinnye Koons" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Friday, September 27, 2002 3:48 PM > Subject: Re: [BS-L] Monuments > > > > > > I totally believe in things that are unexplainable, like that. I won't > begin to tell you all the supernatural experiences that I, myself have had. > I, too am of Scots-Irish descent with a little Creek Indian thrown in, just > for good measure. One example of a premonition that I had, was a dream I had > that my favorite paternal great aunt (who was just like another grandmother) > had been killed in a car accident. I dreamed that one of my male cousins > from my mother's side of the family was at the scene of the accident. It > happened in a few days, just exactly the way I dreamed it. My cousin was the > first one to come upon the one-car accident scene. Jinnye > > shadlock wrote:My husbands great uncle was a white 'back woods' boy who > believed in omens > > and signs. > > Tale has it that he could stop bleeding of people and farm animals just by > > thinking about them when he was notified of their plight. > > They also say he could predict death and once saw a coffin rise off a > > buckboard all by its lonesome at its approach of the deceaseds' house. > > Now he was of scots/irish origin (as am I) so this does not suprise me. > > I have recently come across a 'cousin' who is related to this side. > > I asked her about it and she said the whole family could see spirits. > > Now mind you, they lived far away from cities and towns so I guess they > had > > to learn to develop other abilities. > > But I was raised with omens and signs, so is easy for me to understand > many > > indigenous religions and beliefs. > > The fact I married a part native who practices traditionally was easy for > > me. > > Befuzzles the church community tho! > > Heck, I go to church too........ > > But I also do sweats as do my kids. They have since they were 4. All girls > > and really in tune with things. > > On the day my dad died, my middle child suddenly stopped sobbing, she was > > very young. > > I thought she had fallen asleep. > > She in fact had felt my dad pat her on the back to console her and that > was > > that. > > When we went to the funeral home to full dads casket with all of his > > favorite goodies for the journey, we passed an object, metal , that my > > husband said would have pleased my dad to find. > > When we reached the other side of the street, a very small one, one way, > we > > turned and it was just gone. > > Guess Papa found it. > > That was the day of the funeral and it was then that a peace came over me > > and the idea to do his eulogy came into my mind. > > He had a medicine bag too, btw...... > > The words just came and to this day, I cannot tell you what I said but > musta > > been great when the preacher was amening all over the place. > > There are more things in heaven and earth................. > > I guess the point is, at some point in the ancestry of our families, there > > was a form of reading signs, omens, telling myths and passing down > cultural > > beliefs. > > In all of our families. > > White, Red, Black, Brown, Yellow and in between......there is an inherent > > cultural spiritualism that co-links with all peoples. > > We are all related. > > p.s. > > Didn't the Dutch have what they called the Pow Wow Man who was like a > shaman > > of sorts??????? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: > > To: > > Sent: Friday, September 27, 2002 12:54 PM > > Subject: Re: [BS-L] Monuments > > > > > > > In a message dated 9/20/02 10:05:00 PM Pacific Daylight Time, > > > [email protected] writes: > > > > > > > > > > Heck no it isn't wierd! > > > > We do medicine bags round here! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yup. If not for his predominantly white heritage, my grandpa would have > > > been considered a shaman of sorts. He showed me his medicine bag once. > > He > > > never showed me what was inside, but that he showed it at all was some > > pretty > > > strong medicine! It mean that he trusted me and expected great things of > > me. > > > I have tried not to disappoint him too badly... > > > > > > Calvin B. Littlefield, IBSSG > > > > > > All have greatness within them. Some choose to live up to it, some > > choose > > > to live it down. -- Me > > > > > > > > > ==== BlackSheep Mailing List ==== > > > [email protected] > > > > > > ============================== > > > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy > records, > > go to: > > > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > > > > > > > > > > ==== BlackSheep Mailing List ==== > > [email protected] > > > > ============================== > > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, > go to: > > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > > > > > > > > > > --------------------------------- > > Do you Yahoo!? > > New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo! > > > > > > ==== BlackSheep Mailing List ==== > > [email protected] > > > > ============================== > > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, > go to: > > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > > > > > ==== BlackSheep Mailing List ==== > [email protected] > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 >

I used to work search and rescue, and radio Beacons were a part of my work, NOW they report to Navigation sattelites your EXACT position, in 1997 they were being developed... LACHLAN and the DISTRESS BEACON by Grant HutchisonContinued from TAC31, pp12-14:Lachlan has invented an ingenious mountaineers' distress beacon. It consists of a Global Positioning System receiver, a notebook computer, a portable fax modem and a cellular telephone. The computer is attached to the user's forearm, while the rest of the apparatus packs away unobtrusively into the rucksack. If the user does not push a reset button once every thirty minutes, the computer assumes injury or incapacity, and faxes a distress message to the nearest Mountain Rescue service, giving the user's current grid reference.Lachlan and his friend have set out to test the device on Lochnagar. All has gone well until a peculiarly adolescent argument on the summit of Cac Carn Beag prevents Lachlan from hitting the reset button at the appropriate time. The machine has now announced that a fax has been dispatched, and an undesired rescue operation seems imminent.Now read on ...IN RETROSPECT, of course, it is clear what we should have done: we should have tried to use Lachlan's cellular phone to call off the Mountain Rescue team before they set out. But at the time ... well, at the time we entertained the notion that we might get away with it - that we might sneak down off the hill without anyone finding out how stupid we had been. And so we crammed the remainder of our lunch into our pockets, and set off at a brisk walk back the way we had come. In fact, we jogged a little.How long before a team arrived? Would a helicopter be sent out first? We had no idea, but we imagined that we would be well down into the glen, perhaps back to the car park, before we started to notice any major Search And Rescue activity.We were psychologically unprepared, then, as we rounded the rim of the north-east corrie, to discover a team of burly men striding briskly towards us, equipped with a stretcher and a two-way radio."Now that," said Lachlan admiringly, "is fast!""Ohgodohgod," I said, never at my best in such circumstances."Cool, man. Play it cool." And then, raising his voice, "Hello there. How's it going, lads?"The leader of the MR team was clearly in a foul mood. Six feet tall, broad in the shoulder, narrow in the hip and possessed of quite the steeliest grey eyes I have ever encountered, he loomed over me and growled, "Which way did you boys come up?""Down ... down there," I babbled, immediately unnerved, making vague gestures out over the glen in the hope that this might clarify our route."We came up from the Spittal by the Foxes' Well path," offered Lachlan smoothly, all round-eyed innocence. "Has there been an accident of some kind?""Did you meet anyone on the way up? Anyone injured?""Only a lad with a bit of a blister, on his way down," I provided, since this at least was the truth. "He looked fine. Why?""Some bugger's been sending half-hourly faxes since ten this morning, giving the grid for a party in distress - a different location every time, all the way up this bloody path and on to the top. We're thinking now that it's a hoax. The helicopter's been overflying since eleven, and we're just walking the route to be sure.""Not half-hourly, surely?" said Lachlan, beginning to roll his eyes slightly."Aye, half-hourly. What's that you're fiddling with?"Lachlan and I, as if sharing a single thought, turned our eyes to the little notebook computer still perched on his forearm. "This?" said Lachlan, a little hoarsely, and ran a hand nervously through his hair.I realised that I had no idea if he had turned it off after the summit débâcle. Indeed, Lachlan was now giving every indication of being unable to remember this crucial piece of information himself. Surely more than half an hour had elapsed since our brisk departure from Cac Carn Beag? If not, then we might be very nearly due for another computer-voiced reminder that it was time to push the reset button. "It's," said Lachlan, brightly. "It's." And then after a dry swallow, "It's a navigation computer. I thought you guys were issued with these, these days? GPS?""Ours don't look like that," said the leader, mellowing a little and sidling around to peer at Lachlan's forearm. He was clearly a Gadget Man."This one's new," said Lachlan, flipping open the screen. I could see that the program was still running. "See, here's our current grid reference, here, and our ground speed and heading, here.""What's the little digital count-down for? The one that says twenty seconds?""Whoops, sorry, I've just deactivated it. Pushed the wrong button! Damn, I'm always doing that!" cried Lachlan, with a thin note of hysteria in his voice. And he struck his forehead with the palm of his hand in a rather poor simulation of regret. I let out a breath that hadn't seen daylight for a while.At this point, we were spared demands for a further demonstration by a voice emanating from the leader's radio. "Hello, Derek, hello, Derek."He stepped off to one side, pushed a button, and spoke in the obligatory sing-song voice: "Yah, Rodney. Derek here. Over.""What's your twenty, Derek? Come on." (Lachlan made a brief choking sound at this point, nudged me and muttered something that sounded like, "Ten Four, good buddie." I have no idea what this might mean.) "Rodney, we're about half-way round the north-east corrie. No sign of any injured party. I think it's a hoax. Have you tried ringing that number yet? Over.""What number, Derek? Come on.""The one at the head of the fax sheet, Rodney. The return number. Over.""But it's a fax, Derek. What's the point in phoning it? Come on.""It's a mobile number, for chrissakes. It's not like it's going to be permanently plugged into a fax machine, is it? Just ring the number and see what happens, will you? Over."" Ah, OK, Derek. I'll do that now. Em, Rodney out."There followed the briefest of pauses, lasting several eternities of subjective time, and then ... Ring, ring, went Lachlan's rucksack."What was that?" asked the MR leader, instantly suspicious."What was what?" we chorused.Ring, ring, went Lachlan's rucksack again. Over his shoulder, I caught sight of the computer screen, which was flashing the words INCOMING MESSAGE."I heard a phone," said the leader.Lachlan and I gazed around ourselves in simulated astonishment. "Did you?" asked Lachlan, in tones that doubted the man's hearing, if not his sanity.Ring, ring, went the rucksack, and the message on the computer screen turned to RECEIVING CALL."One of you has a bloody cell-phone in his rucksack!" erupted the mountain rescue man, turning a little purple and wagging a finger at us. "Answer it! Answer it now! And if it's Rodney on the other end, you are ..." (his mouth worked silently as he sought some suitable fate for us) "... you are in bloody trouble!"Silence ensued, and then, mercifully, continued. Lachlan went so far as to cup an ear, and strike a listening pose. No further telephonic sounds were heard. Meanwhile, the computer screen briefly displayed the words HAND SHAKING FAILED (curiously appropriate to our present position), before switching to HANGING UP.We had been saved by some sort of automated answering facility. Rodney had no doubt just found himself listening to a high-pitched electronic yodel, before Lachlan's computer hung up in disgust after receiving no recognisable electronic message in reply.After a while, Lachlan remarked, "The call of the snow bunting has on occasion been compared to the sound of a cellular phone, I understand," and he turned through a slow three hundred and sixty degrees, scanning the horizon keenly for birdish activity. "Perhaps that's what you heard?"The mountain rescue man was by now a mottled crimson, vibrating visibly, and he clearly wished with all his heart that MR teams had been granted Stop and Search powers. But he was forced to let us continue on our way, which we did with some alacrity. I believe that we did not stop running until we had made it all the way back to the car park."The problem," said Lachlan later, tapping at the keyboard as we slumped in front of the television in his flat, "was just a wee thing. I'd programmed a conditional loop the wrong way round. So it sent out a fax every time I pushed the button, instead of only if I didn't. The only fax that didn't go out was the one on Cac Carn Beag, that we thought did. Easy fixed.""Hang on," I said, catching sight of a familiar empurpled face on the TV screen. "Here's the MR man on Reporting Scotland. Turn up the sound."But the picture changed at that moment, to one of Jackie Bird in the studio, looking grave. "And other reports, just in, suggest that this hoax has been the cause of the largest call-out since the inception of the rescue services," she said, disapprovingly."Oh lummee," said Lachlan."Up and down the country," continued Jackie, reading her autocue with mounting horror, "rescue services have received spurious faxes giving the grid references of supposedly injured parties. Rescuers have been combing the hills north of Spean Bridge, in the borders near Lockerbie, and in ..." (she frowned, before carrying on with a rolling Gaelic pronunciation) " ... The Deargs, by Ullapool. Elsewhere, teams have been deployed in the High Peak, the Lake District, to the north of Bodmin Moor, and at Offa's Dyke on the Welsh border. Police have also answered calls to areas of low-lying moorland in southern Strathclyde, the Yorkshire Moors, the Wolds and the Isle of Man.""Oh ya bandit," said Lachlan, peering anxiously down at the computer on his lap."Ferries from Holyhead were disrupted for three hours after faxes were received suggesting that a boat might be adrift with injured crew in Holyhead Bay. And coastguard helicopters are also now returning from fruitless searches in the Pentland Firth, the Firth of Forth, and off Cape Wrath," finished Jackie, and then visibly brightening."And now, news of how two Dundee pensioners plan to hang-glide into the record books ... "I switched off the TV. "Did you ever get around to putting grid letters into your map references?" I asked."Ah, no," said Lachlan."So your program would generate identical grid references at, what, hundred-kilometre intervals, all across the country?""It would," said Lachlan. "It would do that. Yes.""So your idiot program, at a loss to know exactly where we were, sent out identical faxes to a variety of rescue posts, scattered all over Britain. Each of whom interpreted the grid reference as being in their own area, of course. And it continued to do this at half-hourly intervals for three hours?""I think that is, probably, what it did. Yes indeed."And at that moment Lachlan's cellular telephone, lying on the table by his elbow, began to ring. Quite insistently. Jeffery G. Scism, IBSSG Despite resistance by others, he heroically pursued his goal of mediocrity.

Pamela Booth wrote.... >Sue, >What a wonderful answer to all the prayers that have been offered in her behalf. She is very blessed. And so are all of us that you have kept informed. Thankyou! < And thanks to all who have kept Andrea in their thoughts/prayers. It just goes to show the power of such things, no matter what our faith may be. ;-) Best, SueB

Bobby & Sue Bates wrote: > We are home with a trach and she has a nurse with her while she is at school and therapies at MFB. We are very thankf! > ul of how things turned out for I know way too much being a therapist. Will talk with you soon. Love, Kendra > Sue, What a wonderful answer to all the prayers that have been offered in her behalf. She is very blessed. And so are all of us that you have kept informed. Thankyou! Pamela

Hi Listmates, Here's the most email from cousin Andrea's mom on how she's doing. Best, SueB Sue, thank you for ALL your support and friends from all over that has prayed for Andrea, I DO APPRECIATE all your concern and hope of a full recovery with her. We are home now and she is going to out patient therapy and school at Mary Free Bed in GR. Hopefully she will be going back to her own school soon. She does not like it down there secondary to being her senior year which you can't blame her. She does still have short term memory loss and they are working on ways to over come that with speech therapy and a teacher of 20 years. She is taking 2 classes from her school, which she only needs 2 elective classes to graduate, she has all required classes done. She is walking without any assistive devices and is doing wonderful. She is going to see a surgeon tomorrow secondary to having granulation tissue growth in her throat, which requires surgery. We are home with a trach and she has a nurse with her while she is at school and therapies at MFB. We are very thankf! ul of how things turned out for I know way too much being a therapist. Will talk with you soon. Love, Kendra

the Canadian Archives has steadily improved its site list of the soldiers of WW-I. Most of the enlistment (attestation) papers have been scanned. http://www.archives.ca/02/02010602_e.html I have noticed several things here; one, that men up to the age of 35 signed up. Back then - 35 year-old farm hands were fit enough to go to war. And another thing: some Yanks got impatient and ran north to get in action sooner. As well as some Brits . Some who were refused because of higher standards in their own country, went to Canada, who were eager to show how much cannon fodder we could provide. It was referred to as the "Canadian Expeditionary Force" because Britain provided most of the top brass, and the war planning, and we just sent mostly grunts. Until deaths caused a lot of promotions in the field, and we proved (Ypres, Vimy) what a Canuck could do. So if you have a missing male, twixt 18 and 35 in the WWI years, he might be found on this site. There is no notes here as to whether he came home, but at 20 cents per page, you can order the entire war record (typical: 100 pages) daveT-ibssg

It is only necessary to have a washer back upright and level before you turn it on. A neighbour should not have tried to scam a bit of junk off on someone he wanted to remain on good terms with. As for refrig's and freezers, a few hours on its feet should suffice. The worst thing people do to freezers is put them in the garage. In northern climates, the garage gets cold. Freon liquefies at 55 degrees F. So at 40 degrees, the freezer starts, and tries to compress liquid instead of gaseous freon. After the compressor overheats in a minute or two, the freon warms up and is gaseous again. Heat pumps have heaters in them to keep the freon above the liquefy point.

In a message dated 9/2/02 3:20:04 PM Pacific Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: > > Hi Calvin, > > What is it you do on the road? > I spent the day prepping lawnmowers in my little one man shop. I start > early for next spring's demand onslaught for good used mowers..... > Also my daughter had bought a used washer from a neighbor, had brought it > home, set it up and the gearbox has a nasty knock. We took it back and you > should hear the tirade. He gave the check back but huffed and puffed like > the big bad wolf. "YOU BROKE IT YOU BROKE IT, YOU SHOULDN'T LAY A WASHER > ON ITS SIDE TO TRANSPORT IT" That's news to me. I know a freezer or > refrigerator ,if laid down, will run the liquid refrigerant into where it > shouldn't be, and you have to wait 24 hours for it to settle back where it > belongs. But a washer, no, I don't believe it. Has anyone heard this > before? > Well, happy happy holiday to all.....E T..... > > PS .....All of us left on the list are quality, not quantity..... > Sorry to take so long to get back to you. My computer access is somewhat limited these days. Up until last Friday I was driving an airport shuttle van...not too glamorous but I got to drive some of the most spectacular scenery in the world and it paid the bills. It was intended as a temporary situation until I got other things going, but the boss had other ideas. Ah, well... I would love to do things with my hands, I dearly love watching the home improvement shows on TV, but my ten thumbs don't allow me to do much in that regard. I had a chance to work in a pet shop, long a dream of mine, but failing feet and knees would not allow me to spend nine hours walking a concrete floor. At heart I am a storyteller so my writing would seem to be the logical outlet for my creative spark. Perhaps I will try that. First, though, I gotta pay the bills... (Love your PS!) Calvin B. Littlefield, IBSSG "We hired you to watch the children...you cooked and ate them BOTH?!?"

Hi Dave, Long time, no hear. It's nice to hear from you again after such a long time. How in the world are you??? Jinnye Dave Tompsett wrote:not much chat going on here since i came back after the summer. I got a real "kick" last week. Since someone had sent me Jpegs of GGGgm graves over in Wales, I figured it was time to put a little back into a study where so many others have been so helpful to me. So i dropped into a few of the thousands of closed church graveyards around where i live, and posted surnames to a "canada-graves" Rootsweb Forum. Four people e-mailed me asking for grave transcriptions. And one in particular sent a name and dates, so when i walked up to that gravestone, i knew that it was the requester's gg-gf. And was able to copy about eight related names from nearby stones,. as well as send a JPG from my cheap digital camera. But the EUREKA feeling is really something to enjoy, even when it's not my own line. ==== BLACKSHEEP-CHAT Mailing List ==== Creative use of your delete key is encouraged. If you disagree with the subject, CHANGE the subject. ============================== To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo!