Well, here it is Christmas Eve. All the animals, the dancers and their sometimes ghostly partners are gathered in the ballroom having stuffed themselves on some of that weird food in the Banquet Room. The animals, wearing their feather boas, are dancing a dainty tap dance to "Tea for Two" -- Two for tea and tea for two and you for me and you for me and we for them and they for us and ... The Parrots are wearing their top hats and tails and swinging their canes-- whoops, it has suddenly turned into a lively Can Can with paws, claws, hoofs, tails kicking high . Everyone is dancing now. There goes Mistress Agnes, sorry to see her leave, on the other hand, less competition for me. The Busty Lady had an accident on the virtual circular stair-case on her way up to the ballroom. The parrots accidentally slipped the very large bowl of trifle onto the top of staircase just as she was coming up. It gathered speed as it flew round and round inside the lighthouse. I doubt that she will make it up to the ballroom... such a shame. Ah, here comes my partner . He looks better every year . His name is Gregory, a famous actor and Geoff, my Siwash Sweater wearing cousin is waiting for the next dance. I wonder if Ed will ask me to dance.I am wearing my glowing gown and tiara. He should be able to spot me in this crowd. Turn up the light Mr. Harbour Master so that the whole world can see all of us dancing this joyous Christmas Eve. Leaping Lorna of the Lit Up Lighthouse

'ere, now, all of 'ee with access to a Search Engine of any variety on your computer - that should be the whole lot of 'ee. Plug Nadelek Lowen into that slot in the screen and 'ave a gake at what 'ee see. If 'ee don't 'ave a Search Engine of any sort, come by the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac Commando Boat, an' I'll let 'ee use mine. Howlek an Gath, a curious cat

Mistress Agnes has arrived at Godrevy with several pirates in tow. Her blue petticoat, in the absence of the urine to fix the colour, is now a pale grey. Dancing of course is frowned upon by the Puritans of her time so Mistress A is making the most of the opportunity to engage Johnny Depp in the Furry Dance. Da da de da da da twice round the lighthouse keeping a sharp eye out for parrots, feather boas and other livestock. She has bought samples of her signature dish - roast cow's udder with sheeps' feet fritters as a side any takers? Real transport in the southwest of England has ground to a halt because of the weather so it is a good job we are using virtual means. Charles I has arrived, keeping a sharp look out for any Ship Money protesters. He keeps rubbing his neck in a thoughtful manner. At the moment he is sitting quietly in a corner sipping some best French brandy that has arrived with the pirates. Must remember to call him Your Majesty - he's very into this divine right of kings thing so no disrespect and pleeeese don't refer to him as a Cavalier - a great insult in royal circles. Mistress Agnes is hoping Prince Rupert of the Rhine will turn up - or Prince Charles (she's heard he's set to be a merry monarch in later life). They both sound more fun than Charles I. Her prince Charles is of course not to be confused with the current prince Charles. Thanks for the festive fun good folk. Mistress A will be back next year. Janet in Darkest Devon -----Original Message----- From: John Coles Sent: Sunday, December 22, 2013 12:01 PM To: Cornish List Subject: [CORNISH] PARTY 2013 Harbour Master's Log Update The Virtual Harbour Master is becoming gravely concerned that our party guests are 'all at sea' in more ways than one! Of course, we should all be most concerned for Mistress Agnes who has appeared throughout to be completely innocent of the dangers in which she places herself! So far, she has run the gauntlet of the 1590 harbourside of the port of Bideford (and can count herself lucky to have retained her virtue), and now she appears to be on board a pirate ship, and literally letting her hair down! Perhaps the pirates will be seduced by her charm and innocence, and (full of Christmas spirit and goodwill) deliver her unharmed upon the shores of Godrevy... or perhaps not! Meanwile, the three farm lads who took the Kings Shilling at the Prince's Launceston Castle will be of little use. Not only do they not know the way past Jamaica Inn on the road to Godrevy, but they were already suffering from the effects of Doombar ale (which is why they took the shilling in the first place, in order to buy more ale). So Mistress Agnes, put your hair back in a coif, lock the cabin door, divert the crew by starting a small fire next to the gunpowder store, and slip away in the ship's skiff the moment you see the lights of Godrevy! At least we have no such fears for Mistress Jan (M) who has, at least, reached Mousehole... although, as the good-hearted and honourable person responsible for Godrevy, I must warn her that she may find that leaving Mousehole without leaving a substantial 'donation' of the queen's coinage in a 'Mousehole Lights' plastic bucket may be impossible. Indeed, the excuse that she has already made a substantial donation to another plastic bucket further round the harbour will not be deemed acceptable, and my rival harbour master will ensure that Mistress Jan is unable to leave his jurisdiction until she has emptied her pockets and all the plastic buckets are full of coinage On the other hand, the other Mistress Jan (D) raises our concerns because she appears to have missed the Moose Sleigh - now totally out of control and circling the Arctic, with a frozen Mistress Connie hanging on to the tail of the lead moose. Not a pleasant place to be, especially when the mooses / meece relieve themselves (although if Mistress Connie has the wit to save the urine, then Mistress Agnes can doubtless use it to fix the purple dye of her flamboyant attire). So who does that leave? It is becoming hard to tell, because my Harbour Master's harbour log is becoming hard to read - tattered by the wind, and the ink blotted by the everlasting rain sweeping at gale force off the Atlantic Ocean. Furthermore, I was out on the rocks with my telescope looking out for you all, with my flare gun loaded with red and which sparkly flares (like giant party poppers), when a lunatic holiday-maker or some such went roaring past in a speedboat. I thought these characters with their out of control speedboats had all gone home at the end of the summer, but just as I raised my telescope, this boat soared from the water, lifted by a giant wave, and crashed over my head with motors whining. Shouting crazily above the howling wind was a strong Cornish accent (which I can only assume was the skipper) screaming 'Make way for the James Bond Zodiac Commando Boat' as the boat disappeared towards St Agnes, further up the coast, loudspeakers booming 'Bah-Bah Bah, Bah Bah-Bah, Bum Bah Di Bum' like an ancient Ford car driven by an adolescent youth. As I wiped the spray from the cracked lens of my telescope, I'm sure that in the stern of the inflatable I spotted a familiar famous movie face and voluptuous body in a skimpy and revealing 'dress' which hardly seemed appropriate for the weather conditions. Perhaps they were on the way to a surfer's fancy dress party in St Agnes? So we appear to be missing Mistress Lorna, and some parrots, although I've already ordered in some purple sequins off Ebay in case (when she eventually arrives) she is foolish enough to repeat her previous indiscretions on Bodmin Moor. 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Wow, it must be something in the water!!! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, December 24, 2013 7:23 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 2013 > Jan that was only the young one's I really have 19 grandchildren and one > Great grandchild and 2 on the way. I must be getting old!! > Connie > > Well, that solves THAT puzzle. I was wondering where Connie disappeared to > again! She keeps going overboard! Nine grandchildren! Wow! I only have > one! > Can I borrow one? > Anyway, we are on our way to the party, finally. My pirate costume is > getting pretty gamey and I am ready for something more comfy, like my > usual > muu-muu and slippers made of nice warm size 9M pasties. I guess I won't > need > > a parrot after all, maybe a seagull would be more appropriate? But not one > from St. Ives, they are just downright MEAN!!! I am still mad about my ice > cream cone in 2004!!! > Jan D. > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Jan that was only the young one's I really have 19 grandchildren and one Great grandchild and 2 on the way. I must be getting old!! Connie Well, that solves THAT puzzle. I was wondering where Connie disappeared to again! She keeps going overboard! Nine grandchildren! Wow! I only have one! Can I borrow one? Anyway, we are on our way to the party, finally. My pirate costume is getting pretty gamey and I am ready for something more comfy, like my usual muu-muu and slippers made of nice warm size 9M pasties. I guess I won't need a parrot after all, maybe a seagull would be more appropriate? But not one from St. Ives, they are just downright MEAN!!! I am still mad about my ice cream cone in 2004!!! Jan D.

The VHM (Honourable or Otherwise) has just been searching his ancient attic looking for missing slates off his roof! In the process, he has discovered some relics that may be of interest as prizes for the best Christmas or Cornish stories! Over 30 years ago, a Cornish Tin-Streaming works was set up on Bodmin Moor. As the VHM understands it, the tin was sent for smelting 'up country' and then blended with tin from elsewhere. The operator of the tin streaming works then turned the resultant ingots into some delightful white metal souvenirs, including Cornish Engine Houses, Miniature Ingots, and tiny Cornish Miners. In my attic are the last relics of these, so for the very, very best tale this Christmas I will offer the CD 'The Season's Best' from Holman Climax Choir and Mabe Ladies Choir, PLUS your choice from the above engine houses, ingots, or miniature miners. The VHM is offering free harbour moorings, a de-luxe room in the Godrevy Lighthouse (if Mistress Lorna has left any rooms for anyone else other than herself), a virtual ride in the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac (by courtesy of it's skipper), and your choice of the above which will be REAL (not virtual) prizes sent in the mail after Christmas! John C. the Honourable (or Otherwise) VHM of Godrevy in the County and Duchy of Cornwall. This message and any attachments are confidential and may be legally privileged or otherwise protected from disclosure. If you are not the recipient please email the sender and delete this message and any attachments from your system. If you are not the intended recipient you must not copy this message and attachments, or disclose the contents to any other person. Although we have taken steps to ensure that this message and any attachments are virus free, We can take no responsibility if a virus is actually present. We advise you to carry out your own virus check.

You know, the job of Virtual Harbour Master of a rock and lighthouse is a tough call, pretty stressful at the best of times, whilst today in Cornwall has been a nightmare, with gale force winds, massive seas, overflowing rivers, flooded roads and vehicle accidents everywhere. So it is with a huge feeling of pleasure that the Honourable (or Otherwise) VHM is delighted to welcome those who have so bravely battered their way across the oceans of the world. Among today's arrivals have been the amazing Albert and his newly acquired badger (Brogh in Cornish, in answer to your question Albert, pronounced with a gutteral 'gh' in the throat) and the lovely Lady Lorna! After his shenagans pretending to be Bond 007 (yes, skimming over my thinning locks with motors whining and propellers whizzing frighteningly close to my greying beard really DID get my knickers in a twist Albert) the VHM was delighted to note the skill with which the Zodiac was docked into a tiny niche in the rocks, where the Cornish / American Brogh has already made friends with the local seals (Selyow). Meanwhile, those who have lingered, or who have decided to divert to the delights Christmas lights of Mousehole had better hurry, because not only has the lovely Lady Lorna bagged the very best room, but she is well on the way to claiming the remainder of the lighthouse as her own personal SUITE. Meanwhile, the musicians are gathering and starting to claim their 'free pints' of Cornish ale at the bar, whilst the Holman Climax Choir have already managed to get across by zip wire from Godrevy Point on the mainland, and are currently sheltering behind the lighthouse wall because there is so much noise from the howling winds and crashing waves that their fervent knocking on the lighthouse door just can't be heard inside the lighthouse. Let them in please, someone!!!!!!!!! Back in the shelter of his ancient house at the other end of Cornwall, the VHM is conserving his energy for the Godrevy Party, and having replaced the Delabole slates that blew off the roof in the wind, is enjoying the delights of a glass of wine, a 'real' Christmas Tree (oh, that wonderful smell), and polishing the oak furniture in readiness for Christmas (more wonderful smells from the beeswax polish) as the smoke curls up the massive chimney from the ash logs in the wood-burner, and Anna sits and enjoys yet another re-run of 'Titanic' on the little TV in the corner of the parlour. The Honourable (or Otherwise) John C. Virtual Harbour Master of the Lighthouse.

Well, that solves THAT puzzle. I was wondering where Connie disappeared to again! She keeps going overboard! Nine grandchildren! Wow! I only have one! Can I borrow one? Anyway, we are on our way to the party, finally. My pirate costume is getting pretty gamey and I am ready for something more comfy, like my usual muu-muu and slippers made of nice warm size 9M pasties. I guess I won't need a parrot after all, maybe a seagull would be more appropriate? But not one from St. Ives, they are just downright MEAN!!! I am still mad about my ice cream cone in 2004!!! Jan D. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, December 23, 2013 12:10 PM Subject: [CORNISH] party 2013 >I had to make a detour back home to help 9 grandchildren build gram cracker > houses. But with a twist of my head I arrived back at the lighthouse. I > can > see the signs of Lorna all over the place. I ducked in so the HM wouldn't > make me pay upon my arrival. I brought good calm warm weather with me so > we > can BBQ outside and Ice skate on the beautiful frozen pond or is that just > a > big hole made by Ed? I need to look for the two Jan's to see if they > arrived okay. Well I'm ready for the party to begin. I'll see if the red > feathers lead me to Lorna. > > Connie > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I had to make a detour back home to help 9 grandchildren build gram cracker houses. But with a twist of my head I arrived back at the lighthouse. I can see the signs of Lorna all over the place. I ducked in so the HM wouldn't make me pay upon my arrival. I brought good calm warm weather with me so we can BBQ outside and Ice skate on the beautiful frozen pond or is that just a big hole made by Ed? I need to look for the two Jan's to see if they arrived okay. Well I'm ready for the party to begin. I'll see if the red feathers lead me to Lorna. Connie

Eh, well, you know, Jayne and the Red Haired Witch wanted to do bit of last minute shoppin' sos we nipped up the coast just a bit, stopped off at Port Wenn for bit of croust at Large's Restaurant, then back on down to Godrevy. I tell 'e we must do the party at Port Wenn next year. Lovely spot. We'll get 'e off the pier and into a proper berth when we d'pull in. 'tween Traveler the Wonder Dog, Howlek an Gath and our new chum the Badger from Manatawny Creek, we'll 'av'n done in no time. Tell the 'arbor Master not to get 'is knickers in a twist. Albert and all that lot from the JBIZCB 'ere, now, 'elp us name the new chum, the Badger from Manatawny Creek. What's the Cornish word for Badger, for a start? > From: jwmos99@msn.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 13:36:30 -0600 > Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas party 2013 > > Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) > > The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing ! > he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! > > The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acqu! > aintance. > > On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) > > Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. > > > > > Julianna > > West Briton Transcriptions, 1836-1856 at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~wbritonad > St. Austell Area History and Genealogy at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~staustell

We took off and made our instant landing leaving a few purple sequins and red feathers on the top. The parrots flew around and found an open window of a small room - whoops somebody already in there. Well, light up the feather boa again and try for a landing at the front door. Oooh, whoa, we went right through it and up the circular staircase leaving sparkles of red along the way all the way up to the Banqueting Hall. The parrots are glad to see the gigantic Trifle and are busily picking out cherries and dipping down lower to get a taste of Sherry laden Lady Fingers. I am scouting around through the different coloured rooms looking for arrivals, some seem to have gone to Mousehole and other places, hope they all arrive here soon. We need all of those cats and dogs for the line-dance. Here is a room bigger than all the rest. It glows as I walk across the white marble floor. The light gets brighter and I can see party-goers of the past dancing and singing and some of the animals wearing their feather boas doing a "Knees Up Mother Brown". JohnO is leading a choir and I think I am imagining all of this. The light fades and the room vanishes. Two little parrots come sliding down the stairs singing "Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Rum" at least, that is what it sounds like. I'll put them inside my white satin shirt to sleep it off. Too much trifle. Languishing Lady Lorna of the Lighthouse waiting for the party to start.

Oh Ho, so now I see all of you in your finery starting to arrive. Connie from Mousehole (just down the road), and Jan and Kitty Charlie. We've at last realised (having towed him all the way from St Agnes against the tide) that the skipper of the Zodiac was non other than the esteemed Albert, with his delightful friend from Delabole. This message and any attachments are confidential and may be legally privileged or otherwise protected from disclosure. If you are not the recipient please email the sender and delete this message and any attachments from your system. If you are not the intended recipient you must not copy this message and attachments, or disclose the contents to any other person. Although we have taken steps to ensure that this message and any attachments are virus free, We can take no responsibility if a virus is actually present. We advise you to carry out your own virus check. > From: dccows@comcast.net > To: mackey2@pacbell.net; cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 15:31:22 -0700 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 > > > > Jan M good to see you back safe and sound. I wish I'd been with you in > Mousehole it is one of my favorite places to visit when I'm in Cornwall. You > and the cats seem to get around. I can see the light house and the red flag > and what was that that just flew over it looked like a boat but could it > rally have been? I will be glad to arrive and find my room and the surprise > Julia has for us. Oh, how fun it will be at the party all the good food and > company. I have decided on a dress in gold with gold slippers and rings and > head band, so I shall shine all night from head to toe's. > > Is that Jan D down below us on her surf board? She has something round and > shining in her arms. Boy she is good on the surf board, look at her zoom > over the water. See you at the light house Jan, we're almost there! > Connie > > > You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time. Mousehole! I was holding > the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a > tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole. I recognized the harbour > straight-away. Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go > between home and Mousehole and took me with him. It must be the magical > pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of > Mousehole at Christmas time long ago. Connie, I'm back on board and under > the tarps covering the supplies. If you don't mind, could you please help > me out of this corner? I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell > of the salt air. Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard. I can't wait > to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing! Now > then, what to wear to the party... > > Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove > > > ________________________________ > From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 > > > Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I > had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and > couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic > > shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish > pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the > party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots > for my shoulder? > At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I > couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! > (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? > HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. > Jan from San Diego > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, > MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. > > Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

The HHM was - indeed -so surprised by the Zodiac whizzing over his head that he completely failed to recognise the Captain and crew! The HHM is the owner of a dog that hates water (he's a German Shorthaired Pointer, and he should LOVE water... but he doesn't) so when I say that he has made an offer that I cannot believe, and has offered to doggy-paddle all the way from Godrevy to St Agnes so that he can help Thomas and his skiff to pull the zodiac back against the incoming tide to Godrevy, I can only say that this offer is unprecedented! Therefore, despite the implication of bribery ("special Christmas presents") I trust that the Mistress Julianna and Master Albert will accept the offer of a tow from my aloof hound, and my own offer of a berth free of mooring charges for the duration of the party. I read today in my Sunday newspaper that a certain well-known worldwide social networking site has even managed to work out how to monetise / monetize the emails and messages that we delete before sending, so I trust that my generous offer will be recognised in a true spirit of Christmas goodwill. (As an aside, that newspaper story filled me with horror). Normal charges will, of course, resume on the 2nd day of January, although it should be pointed out that the offer of a wonderful prize for the best family / Cornish story will not expire until Twelfth Night! HHM > From: jwmos99@msn.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 13:36:30 -0600 > Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas party 2013 > > Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) > > The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing ! > he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! > > The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acqu! > aintance. > > On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) > > Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. > > > > > Julianna >

Yes, that was me on the surfboard carrying the disco ball! Kinda tricky holding that thing while hanging ten! I am hoping to shoot through the tiny opening in the wall at Mousehole Harbor/Harbour and not wipe out! Is there a descendent of Tom Bawcock's cat who can sing to the Storm Cat and let me get into the harbor/harbour in one piece? I don't want the disco ball to break! Tell the cat if he/she sees a surfing pirate eating a fish taco and singing the Beach Boys' "California Girls", it's me! ARRRR!!!!!! And Carol, was it ME you were asking about the cutthroats? I have no idea about them, sorry, this is just a costume! Happy Halloween, a little late! Jan ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: "'Jan Mackey'" <mackey2@pacbell.net>; <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, December 22, 2013 2:31 PM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Jan M good to see you back safe and sound. I wish I'd been with you in Mousehole it is one of my favorite places to visit when I'm in Cornwall. You and the cats seem to get around. I can see the light house and the red flag and what was that that just flew over it looked like a boat but could it rally have been? I will be glad to arrive and find my room and the surprise Julia has for us. Oh, how fun it will be at the party all the good food and company. I have decided on a dress in gold with gold slippers and rings and head band, so I shall shine all night from head to toe's. Is that Jan D down below us on her surf board? She has something round and shining in her arms. Boy she is good on the surf board, look at her zoom over the water. See you at the light house Jan, we're almost there! Connie You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time. Mousehole! I was holding the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole. I recognized the harbour straight-away. Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go between home and Mousehole and took me with him. It must be the magical pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of Mousehole at Christmas time long ago. Connie, I'm back on board and under the tarps covering the supplies. If you don't mind, could you please help me out of this corner? I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell of the salt air. Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard. I can't wait to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing! Now then, what to wear to the party... Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove ________________________________ From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> To: cornish@rootsweb.com Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots for my shoulder? At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. Jan from San Diego ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Jan: Tell me all you know about the "Mousehole Cutthroats." My long-deceased grandfather was born and brought up in Newlyn. Unfortunately he didn't live to see me, and I never understood the reference. I'd like to think it refers to the Spanish invaders. Any guesses? Carol in Maryland -----Original Message----- From: cornish-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cornish-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Connie Saunders Sent: Sunday, December 22, 2013 5:31 PM To: 'Jan Mackey'; cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Jan M good to see you back safe and sound. I wish I'd been with you in Mousehole it is one of my favorite places to visit when I'm in Cornwall. You and the cats seem to get around. I can see the light house and the red flag and what was that that just flew over it looked like a boat but could it rally have been? I will be glad to arrive and find my room and the surprise Julia has for us. Oh, how fun it will be at the party all the good food and company. I have decided on a dress in gold with gold slippers and rings and head band, so I shall shine all night from head to toe's. Is that Jan D down below us on her surf board? She has something round and shining in her arms. Boy she is good on the surf board, look at her zoom over the water. See you at the light house Jan, we're almost there! Connie You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time.  Mousehole!  I was holding the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole.  I recognized the harbour straight-away.  Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go between home and Mousehole and took me with him.  It must be the magical pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of Mousehole at Christmas time long ago.   Connie, I'm back on board and under the tarps covering the supplies.  If you don't mind, could you please help me out of this corner?  I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell of the salt air.  Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard.  I can't wait to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing!  Now then, what to wear to the party... Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove ________________________________ From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> To: cornish@rootsweb.com Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots for my shoulder? At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. Jan from San Diego ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Jan M good to see you back safe and sound. I wish I'd been with you in Mousehole it is one of my favorite places to visit when I'm in Cornwall. You and the cats seem to get around. I can see the light house and the red flag and what was that that just flew over it looked like a boat but could it rally have been? I will be glad to arrive and find my room and the surprise Julia has for us. Oh, how fun it will be at the party all the good food and company. I have decided on a dress in gold with gold slippers and rings and head band, so I shall shine all night from head to toe's. Is that Jan D down below us on her surf board? She has something round and shining in her arms. Boy she is good on the surf board, look at her zoom over the water. See you at the light house Jan, we're almost there! Connie You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time.  Mousehole!  I was holding the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole.  I recognized the harbour straight-away.  Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go between home and Mousehole and took me with him.  It must be the magical pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of Mousehole at Christmas time long ago.   Connie, I'm back on board and under the tarps covering the supplies.  If you don't mind, could you please help me out of this corner?  I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell of the salt air.  Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard.  I can't wait to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing!  Now then, what to wear to the party... Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove ________________________________ From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> To: cornish@rootsweb.com Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots for my shoulder? At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. Jan from San Diego ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acquaintance. On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. Julianna West Briton Transcriptions, 1836-1856 at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~wbritonad St. Austell Area History and Genealogy at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~staustell

The Virtual Harbour Master is becoming gravely concerned that our party guests are 'all at sea' in more ways than one! Of course, we should all be most concerned for Mistress Agnes who has appeared throughout to be completely innocent of the dangers in which she places herself! So far, she has run the gauntlet of the 1590 harbourside of the port of Bideford (and can count herself lucky to have retained her virtue), and now she appears to be on board a pirate ship, and literally letting her hair down! Perhaps the pirates will be seduced by her charm and innocence, and (full of Christmas spirit and goodwill) deliver her unharmed upon the shores of Godrevy... or perhaps not! Meanwile, the three farm lads who took the Kings Shilling at the Prince's Launceston Castle will be of little use. Not only do they not know the way past Jamaica Inn on the road to Godrevy, but they were already suffering from the effects of Doombar ale (which is why they took the shilling in the first place, in order to buy more ale). So Mistress Agnes, put your hair back in a coif, lock the cabin door, divert the crew by starting a small fire next to the gunpowder store, and slip away in the ship's skiff the moment you see the lights of Godrevy! At least we have no such fears for Mistress Jan (M) who has, at least, reached Mousehole... although, as the good-hearted and honourable person responsible for Godrevy, I must warn her that she may find that leaving Mousehole without leaving a substantial 'donation' of the queen's coinage in a 'Mousehole Lights' plastic bucket may be impossible. Indeed, the excuse that she has already made a substantial donation to another plastic bucket further round the harbour will not be deemed acceptable, and my rival harbour master will ensure that Mistress Jan is unable to leave his jurisdiction until she has emptied her pockets and all the plastic buckets are full of coinage On the other hand, the other Mistress Jan (D) raises our concerns because she appears to have missed the Moose Sleigh - now totally out of control and circling the Arctic, with a frozen Mistress Connie hanging on to the tail of the lead moose. Not a pleasant place to be, especially when the mooses / meece relieve themselves (although if Mistress Connie has the wit to save the urine, then Mistress Agnes can doubtless use it to fix the purple dye of her flamboyant attire). So who does that leave? It is becoming hard to tell, because my Harbour Master's harbour log is becoming hard to read - tattered by the wind, and the ink blotted by the everlasting rain sweeping at gale force off the Atlantic Ocean. Furthermore, I was out on the rocks with my telescope looking out for you all, with my flare gun loaded with red and which sparkly flares (like giant party poppers), when a lunatic holiday-maker or some such went roaring past in a speedboat. I thought these characters with their out of control speedboats had all gone home at the end of the summer, but just as I raised my telescope, this boat soared from the water, lifted by a giant wave, and crashed over my head with motors whining. Shouting crazily above the howling wind was a strong Cornish accent (which I can only assume was the skipper) screaming 'Make way for the James Bond Zodiac Commando Boat' as the boat disappeared towards St Agnes, further up the coast, loudspeakers booming 'Bah-Bah Bah, Bah Bah-Bah, Bum Bah Di Bum' like an ancient Ford car driven by an adolescent youth. As I wiped the spray from the cracked lens of my telescope, I'm sure that in the stern of the inflatable I spotted a familiar famous movie face and voluptuous body in a skimpy and revealing 'dress' which hardly seemed appropriate for the weather conditions. Perhaps they were on the way to a surfer's fancy dress party in St Agnes? So we appear to be missing Mistress Lorna, and some parrots, although I've already ordered in some purple sequins off Ebay in case (when she eventually arrives) she is foolish enough to repeat her previous indiscretions on Bodmin Moor. Oh dear, I am worried about some of our guests, and how they they will behave once they have some Cornish Mead inside them! Fortunately, although my Godrevy Harbour is somewhat perilous, the lighthouse itself is surrounded by a circular wall, and so the risks to party-goers should be minimised (and the wall should stop our inebriated musicians escaping with the alcohol). Ah... musicians... forgot them, I'd better see who I can rustle up from my contacts around Cornwall. This message and any attachments are confidential and may be legally privileged or otherwise protected from disclosure. If you are not the recipient please email the sender and delete this message and any attachments from your system. If you are not the intended recipient you must not copy this message and attachments, or disclose the contents to any other person. Although we have taken steps to ensure that this message and any attachments are virus free, We can take no responsibility if a virus is actually present. 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Are you becoming a Cat Lady, Jan TOO? My granddaughter is a Cat Lady in Training. I have read her the story of Tom Bawcock and she wants to go to Mousehole! I have shown her pictures of the harbor and she is fascinated with the tiny entrance. As to my pirate costume, I went on line on my way over the Atlantic ( I never travel without my trusty iPad) and FedEx delivered a replica of Johnny Depp's costume to me as we flew along. The dreadlocks are really annoying, though. And because of my recent cataract surgery, I can't wear any eye make-up for two weeks so the lack of all that eyeliner Johnny wore in the movie kind of ruins the effect. Cowabunga! We are almost there! Jan ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jan Mackey" <mackey2@pacbell.net> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:49 PM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time. Mousehole! I was holding the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole. I recognized the harbour straight-away. Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go between home and Mousehole and took me with him. It must be the magical pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of Mousehole at Christmas time long ago. Connie, I'm back on board and under the tarps covering the supplies. If you don't mind, could you please help me out of this corner? I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell of the salt air. Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard. I can't wait to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing! Now then, what to wear to the party... Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove ________________________________ From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> To: cornish@rootsweb.com Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots for my shoulder? At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. Jan from San Diego ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

You'll NEVER guess where I've been all this time.  Mousehole!  I was holding the kitty, Charlie, when suddenly I was crouched on the front stoop of a tiny cottage in the little hamlet of Mousehole.  I recognized the harbour straight-away.  Just like my Woonie Gumpus, Charlie has the power to go between home and Mousehole and took me with him.  It must be the magical pull of Mousehole and the tale/tail of the cat who saved the people of Mousehole at Christmas time long ago.   Connie, I'm back on board and under the tarps covering the supplies.  If you don't mind, could you please help me out of this corner?  I can tell we're very close to Cornwall by the smell of the salt air.  Jan, you must be near by on your surfboard.  I can't wait to see your pirate costume and hear the ARRRR you've been practicing!  Now then, what to wear to the party... Mistress Mackey of Garden Grove ________________________________ From: Jan Davis <jandavis3@cox.net> To: cornish@rootsweb.com Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 11:57 AM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] party 3013 Don't worry, I am catching up with the Moose Sled as fast as I can surf. I had to go home and have my second cataract removed the other day and couldn't look down or drive for two days. Now I have to wear a clear plastic shield over my eye at night for a week and all practicing being a Cornish pirate. I say "ARRR!!!" a lot. I guess I will dress as a pirate at the party. Do I have to look like Johnny Depp? Can I borrow one of the parrots for my shoulder? At some point, Jan TOO (The Other One) must have fallen overboard. I couldn't look down so I couldn't look for her. I hope she catches up soon! (Or did Connie toss her over so she could be Commander of the Moose Sleigh? HMMM! Do we have a mystery on our hands?) Stay tuned................. Jan from San Diego