Mistress Agnes has hitched a lift from Lundy and is heading westwards. The ship is flying a skull and crossbones, which is somewhat worrying. She has acquired a very fetching new-fangled French silk shift. That's what she gets for colluding (or should that be canoodling) with pirates. She is hoping to team this with a blue petticoat but her dye keeping running - does anyone have any urine handy that she can use as a fixative? If not Mistress A will be in trouble if it rains. She also seems to have abandoned her coif (a symbol of respectable married status) and let her hair down. Always a bad sign. Charles I is still conspicuous by his absence but I hear tell Prince Charles his son is mustering troops in Launceston. Anyone willing to take the king's shilling? Janet in darkest Devon -----Original Message----- From: Julia Mosman Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 7:42 AM To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas Party - all at sea Ahoy, maties - Or is that "mateys"? Oh, bother! We're currently just 100 miles from land. According to our Captain, we're in danger of being carried off by the currents toward Wales and Brighton, in which case we'd miss our landing, or of being swept off by the currents to the south, and ending up in France! That is, IF we were swept past the dangerous rocks of the Scilly Isles, and not onto them; many mariners have not been that lucky. We're also trying to dodge all the ship traffic - it's supposed to be the busiest such area in the world! - and when we spot ships, we've made a game of trying to guess their destination and home port. Thusfar, these ships have all been quite a distance from us. He's put up our largest sail, which is red - and while there is a light on top of our mast, he's occasionally flashing a flashlight onto the sail, hoping to give ships a visual clue we're sharing the shipping lane with them. (He was very affected when that ship couldn't see us on their radar, and almost ran us down. He lives in fear that there will be a repeat. But why a red sail, not a white? Another small mystery. But then, that's why he's the captain, and we're just passengers of a sort.) He snorted when I offered to hang Christmas lights on the rigging, so I put them along the rim of the dinghy, and have used the oars as a sort of Christmas tree. It's perfectly delightful. (He also rejected the idea of a huge green bow on top of the red sail; he just doesn't have the Christmas Spirit quite yet.) . We heard from the Coast Guard at Land's End today, but the communication was quite weak. Perhaps tomorrow it will be better - and it's a comfort to know they know we're here. . Trouble is, we've hit rain squalls while nearing England - and fog seems to be hugging the coast. The dogs and I have been practicing Carols at the top of our lungs, since Gerry said it was almost as good as a fog horn. Guess he noted the wavering top notes we've been hitting! (Koko's voice has been called "piercing". And she's such a ladylike, little dog.) The lute hasn't responded well to moisture - it thunks instead of tinkles, which makes it almost sound like a bass. So we'll join the rhythm section of whatever band is on hand at the grand ball - if we have a grand ball. . Can't wait to see what Jayne M. will be wearing. And as Mistress Agnes dresses spectacularly, it will be a decolletage delight. (Not to mention those red feathered boas of which we've heard.) What will the Mistresses Jan be wearing?? . During the voyage over I've been sitting on a lovely, plump pillow, formed by my ball dress folded into a protective bag; one shake, and it will look ravishingly radiant. Just wait til you see my rainbow underskirts!! Exactly the thing in which to dance the night away with Ed - hopefully, he's practiced a bit and neither of us will trod on the other's toes. Of course, there's someone else with whom I wish to trip the light fantastic - . 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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 ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2013 7:54 AM Subject: [CORNISH] party 3013 > Jan, Jan, where are the two of you? I can't fly this moose sled by > myself!!!! I don't want to miss the party and all the fun and goodies. > Help!!! > > Connie in Utah > > ------------------------------- > 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

We (parrots and me) have not taken off yet because I am sewing purple sequins onto the bare patches caused by rough journeying in the past, such as landing in dungeons and marshes. I lost quite a few on Bodmin Moor a couple of years ago. Sorry about you people floundering around approaching Cornwall and the lighthouse. I will keep an eye out for that red flag in case I need a landing spot although we should be able to by-pass you in an instant the minute I get this sewing done and if I can find my box of sequins. I intend being circumspect this year and not show off my parts like that busty lady. (Sniff, sniff) My ball gown will be tight enough to hold in all the parts that have grown exponentionally this year. The virtual material will hold me together just like those cami- things they advertise, but moreso...colours will change constantly through the fibre-optic filaments that cover the dress and my tiara. I shall glow in magnificent form!!! A couple of purple blobs wearing little shiny black-toed boots are dancing around the room singing blaxy-bliny-bafin-gerch don't know quite what that means, I only know it is going to take ages to get those sequins off of them. They have used double-sided sticky tape. Lady Lorna of the Lit Up Lighthouse

Hold on there, Julianna, the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac Commando Boat can give you a tow. Stand by, we'll throw you a heaving line and you can pull our towing hawser over. It's a good heavy line, no problem of taking the load. What sort of craft are you on, again? And, oh, Jayne says she's passed up her old film wardrobe for some new threads that would have been considered shocking in her movie years but now are somewhat conservative. Guess she means they don't show EVERYTHING. Albert and the crew of the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac Commando Boat. > From: jwmos99@msn.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 01:42:54 -0600 > Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas Party - all at sea > > Ahoy, maties - > > Or is that "mateys"? Oh, bother! We're currently just 100 miles from land. According to our Captain, we're in danger of being carried off by the currents toward Wales and Brighton, in which case we'd miss our landing, or of being swept off by the currents to the south, and > ending up in France! That is, IF we were swept past the dangerous rocks > of the Scilly Isles, and not onto them; many mariners have not been that > lucky. > > We're also trying to dodge all the ship traffic - it's supposed to be the > busiest such area in the world! - and when we spot ships, we've made a > game of trying to guess their destination and home port. Thusfar, these ships have all been quite a distance from us. > > He's put up our largest sail, which is red - and while there is a light on top of our mast, he's occasionally flashing a flashlight onto the sail, hoping to give ships a visual clue we're sharing the shipping lane with them. (He was very affected when that ship couldn't see us on their radar, and almost ran us down. He lives in fear that there will be a repeat. But why a red sail, not a white? Another small mystery. But then, that's why he's the captain, and we're just passengers of a sort.) He snorted when I offered to hang Christmas lights on the rigging, so I put them along the rim of the dinghy, and have used the oars as a sort of Christmas tree. It's perfectly delightful. (He also rejected the idea of a huge green bow on top of the red sail; he just doesn't have the Christmas Spirit quite yet.) > . > We heard from the Coast Guard at Land's End today, but the communication was quite weak. Perhaps tomorrow it will be better - and it's a comfort to know they know we're here. > . > Trouble is, we've hit rain squalls while nearing England - and fog seems to be hugging the coast. The dogs and I have been practicing Carols at the top of our lungs, since Gerry said it was almost as good as a fog horn. Guess he noted the wavering top notes we've been hitting! (Koko's voice has been called "piercing". And she's such a ladylike, little dog.) The lute hasn't responded well to moisture - it thunks instead of tinkles, which makes it almost sound like a bass. So we'll join the rhythm section of whatever band is on hand at the grand ball - if we have a grand ball. > . > Can't wait to see what Jayne M. will be wearing. And as Mistress Agnes dresses spectacularly, it will be a decolletage delight. (Not to mention those red feathered boas of which we've heard.) What will the Mistresses Jan be wearing?? > . > During the voyage over I've been sitting on a lovely, plump pillow, formed by my ball dress folded into a protective bag; one shake, and it will look ravishingly radiant. Just wait til you see my rainbow underskirts!! Exactly the thing in which to dance the night away with Ed - hopefully, he's practiced a bit and neither of us will trod on the other's toes. Of course, there's someone else with whom I wish to trip the light fantastic - > . > I've taken the liberty of getting in touch with one of my "brick walls"; John Thomas, baptized in 2 Dec 1790 in Redruth, who married Eleanor EVA 20 Sept., 1815 at Camborne, has accepted my invitation to join our merry little group. Perhaps he can shed some light on WHICH William Thomas in the 1841, 1851, and 1861 censuses was his son. I've promised him some of that wonderful brew Albert has stowed onboard the Zodiak as an extra perk; hope it makes the voyage well - and there is some left for the party. > > Adieu - > > > > > 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

Jan, Jan, where are the two of you? I can't fly this moose sled by myself!!!! I don't want to miss the party and all the fun and goodies. Help!!! Connie in Utah

Ahoy, maties - Or is that "mateys"? Oh, bother! We're currently just 100 miles from land. According to our Captain, we're in danger of being carried off by the currents toward Wales and Brighton, in which case we'd miss our landing, or of being swept off by the currents to the south, and ending up in France! That is, IF we were swept past the dangerous rocks of the Scilly Isles, and not onto them; many mariners have not been that lucky. We're also trying to dodge all the ship traffic - it's supposed to be the busiest such area in the world! - and when we spot ships, we've made a game of trying to guess their destination and home port. Thusfar, these ships have all been quite a distance from us. He's put up our largest sail, which is red - and while there is a light on top of our mast, he's occasionally flashing a flashlight onto the sail, hoping to give ships a visual clue we're sharing the shipping lane with them. (He was very affected when that ship couldn't see us on their radar, and almost ran us down. He lives in fear that there will be a repeat. But why a red sail, not a white? Another small mystery. But then, that's why he's the captain, and we're just passengers of a sort.) He snorted when I offered to hang Christmas lights on the rigging, so I put them along the rim of the dinghy, and have used the oars as a sort of Christmas tree. It's perfectly delightful. (He also rejected the idea of a huge green bow on top of the red sail; he just doesn't have the Christmas Spirit quite yet.) . We heard from the Coast Guard at Land's End today, but the communication was quite weak. Perhaps tomorrow it will be better - and it's a comfort to know they know we're here. . Trouble is, we've hit rain squalls while nearing England - and fog seems to be hugging the coast. The dogs and I have been practicing Carols at the top of our lungs, since Gerry said it was almost as good as a fog horn. Guess he noted the wavering top notes we've been hitting! (Koko's voice has been called "piercing". And she's such a ladylike, little dog.) The lute hasn't responded well to moisture - it thunks instead of tinkles, which makes it almost sound like a bass. So we'll join the rhythm section of whatever band is on hand at the grand ball - if we have a grand ball. . Can't wait to see what Jayne M. will be wearing. And as Mistress Agnes dresses spectacularly, it will be a decolletage delight. (Not to mention those red feathered boas of which we've heard.) What will the Mistresses Jan be wearing?? . During the voyage over I've been sitting on a lovely, plump pillow, formed by my ball dress folded into a protective bag; one shake, and it will look ravishingly radiant. Just wait til you see my rainbow underskirts!! Exactly the thing in which to dance the night away with Ed - hopefully, he's practiced a bit and neither of us will trod on the other's toes. Of course, there's someone else with whom I wish to trip the light fantastic - . I've taken the liberty of getting in touch with one of my "brick walls"; John Thomas, baptized in 2 Dec 1790 in Redruth, who married Eleanor EVA 20 Sept., 1815 at Camborne, has accepted my invitation to join our merry little group. Perhaps he can shed some light on WHICH William Thomas in the 1841, 1851, and 1861 censuses was his son. I've promised him some of that wonderful brew Albert has stowed onboard the Zodiak as an extra perk; hope it makes the voyage well - and there is some left for the party. Adieu - 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

Apologies for not making it to the Christmas Party this year but I'm thinking of all of you. Husband had hip-replacement surgery 3 weeks ago (slowly driving me insane at home); 9 month old beagle has meningitis (but recovering); and (as if to add insult to injury) my hard drive died last week. Our much loved dog Nipper, who has attended many a party, passed away in July, but I'm sure he's there in spirit as is our Baby Girl Cat Sam-I-Am who passed away in October. Both were 13 years old. The beagle "Guinness", providing he is well, looks forward to meeting you all at next year's party and bringing a keg of his name-sake. Best wishes to all for a bright and happy Christmas and a wonderful 2014. Chris Uphill & Family

Apologies to you all for not making this year's party - cats are highly indignant and wish to be remembered to the Beast of Bodmin! One daughter got married last weekend and another to whom we were supposed to be going for Christmas has just separated from her husband so Christmas is very emergency and chaotic - I have a million things to do before hordes descend on Sunday for eldest daughter's birthday!! So love and best wishes to all for a lovely Christmas and a great 2014! Hope we'll be with you next year! cheers Catherine -----Original Message----- From: Chris Uphill <uphill@multiline.com.au> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 5:55 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] [Cornish] 2013Virtual Party at Godrevy Apologies for not making it to the Christmas Party this year but I'm thinking of all of you. Husband had hip-replacement surgery 3 weeks ago (slowly driving me insane at home); 9 month old beagle has meningitis (but recovering); and (as if to add insult to injury) my hard drive died last week. Our much loved dog Nipper, who has attended many a party, passed away in July, but I'm sure he's there in spirit as is our Baby Girl Cat Sam-I-Am who passed away in October. Both were 13 years old. The beagle "Guinness", providing he is well, looks forward to meeting you all at next year's party and bringing a keg of his name-sake. Best wishes to all for a bright and happy Christmas and a wonderful 2014. Chris Uphill & Family ------------------------------- 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

Navigation problems ? Now try digging through t' muck ! It would greatly assist me in navigating the last thousand feet of dirt, clay, rock and mine tailings if you could all start spinning the disco ball and running around hollering while doing giant kangaroo hops so I can zero in on the basement of the lighthouse (providing it is still standing after all that a-rockin' and a-shakin') Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, THUMP You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. THUMP Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', THUMP THUMP And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. THUMP Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. THUMP Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive. THUMP THUMP On 17/12/2013 07:15, Jan Davis wrote: > I do believe that the addition of audio to the disco ball (The Brothers > Gibb) as referred to in my last email, will help the navigation problem. > For those who prefer sea travel instead of the Moose-Meese Sleigh, we here > in San Diego have an old whaling ship docked at the Embarcadero that is the > oldest wooden ship still able to sail, in the world, if I am correct. It was > built at the Isle of Man in the 1860s, was called The Euterpe then and is > now called The Star of India. (Google it and see her magnificence!) Maybe I > can commandeer it, get out into the treacherous Pacific beyond Point Loma > and head for near it's ancestral home, a Dehwelans of sort for our Grand Old > Lady. Are there any pirates available this week that can steal a large ship? > Jan in 80 degree San Diego. (I know, it's a tough job, but somebody has to > suffer through this weather.....)

'tis of course tallow and whilst I often burn the candle at both ends it is all to do with digging and not frolicking - and ne'er shall the twain meet ! And payment in kind from a lady who frequents the quayside ? Sounds suspiciously like a tryst under the mistletoe ! On 16/12/2013 19:36, janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk wrote: > That's fine, Mistress Agnes is a dab hand at candle making. She says do you > want extravagant beeswax candles or the dimmer, cheaper, smellier tallow > candles? You can of course get extra light from these by burning the top and > bottom of the wick at the same time but Mistress Agnes disapproves of those > who are extravagant enough to burn the candle at both ends. On the other > hand she may extract payment in kind, in which case I'd go for a fish oil > lamp - I am sure the fishermen of Cornwall will oblige. > > Janet in Darkest Devon > > -----Original Message----- > From: Ed > Sent: Monday, December 16, 2013 8:14 AM > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2013 - WELCOME TO GODREVY LIGHTHOUSE!!! > > Well Hazel, I about to start my Cornish Coal (& tin) Miner digging from > Victoria to Cornwall -- shall I divert via New South Wales and pick you up ? > I could do with a spare hand as Lizzie the mad Jack Russell is refusing > to help out with the scrabbling, and Luna the crazy cat has disappeared > (not that she was much for scrabbling, she was more inclined to give one > encouraging nips from the rear). > > And I am in need of a chaperone as I fear I may have made at bit of an > impression on Miss Agnes last year . . . . . > > And I think I shall need double the supply of candles for the tunnel -- > as I will need some left overs for the Lighthouse at the other end. > > Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, > dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig !!! > > On 17/12/2013 03:52, Hazel Magann wrote: >> Hi John >> I live in Australia and find the Cornish site extremely interesting >> especially the bit of history and description of some of the places. >> >> My family lines come through the Tonkin/James connection my ggxgrandfather >> was John Henry Tonkin. >> >> I was in touch with Arthur Basil Tonkin whose father was James Tonkin a >> Baker who plied his trade on Wherry Island. I was wondering Arthur wrote >> me >> wonderful letters and also gave descriptions of his beloved Cornwall >> including some family recipes. >> >> So would anyone be interested in copies of these letters? If so I could >> either scan or copy and post. >> >> Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas. >> Hazel E. Magann OAM, FBDHS. >> Lethbridge Park, NSW >>

Digging away by the flickering light of tallow candles .... I am passing through scorching temperatures of 39.9C What my forefathers would think of me being more familiar with continental measures I am not sure ! One of these years I must set out in one of the contraptions that the rest of you swear by - I am sure it would be easier than dig-dig-dig ! (And I have a thirst ... need some Doom Bar or Tribute to keep my muscles well lubricated)

Well, we got the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac Commando Boat out of the ice under the bridge up Manatawny Creek, and are well under way. The tuns of Yuengling Porter are properly stowed with one tapped and the pull right handy to the helmsman's station. A small problem - Jayne Mansfield found a badger sleeping in her stateroom. Since badgers are good luck in most cultures, we put the stowaway to work. The Red-Haired Witch's familiars are half Maine Coon so the new crew creature was a bit skittish at start, but the problem of Who's What was soon settle on the basis of seniority. And magical dexterity. The girls are getting him quite well trained. The jurisdictional dispute between the Leni Lenape woods spirit and the piskies has been resolved. The Penrose Forebears were the original Philadelphia Lawyers. You can read about them in Rouse's "The Cousin Jacks: The Cornish in America". I was living in San Francisco when it hit the bookstores in the us. When I read the review of it in the San Francisco Chronicle, I rushed right out on my lunch hour to the nearest bookstore. They hadn't gotten it in stock because they didn't think anyone would be interested, but I convinced them to get the book for me. A few days later, I got a call at the office to rush right down and get my copy before they were all gone. Yes, there was interest in the book and it was selling like the proverbial hotcakes. So we're underway, soon passing Philadelphia and out to seaward. Albert Jenkin and quite a mixed crew - with our new badger crewman, even more mixed than ever. From: anvowermill@hotmail.com To: cornish@rootsweb.com Subject: 2014 Virtual Party at Godrevy Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 12:25:49 -0500 Manatawny Creek is sort of iced up, and the James Bond Inflatable Zodiac Commando Boat will have to be dug out of the ice under the bridge. Take a day or two. Old Traveler the Wonder Dog is helpful for that but Howlek an Gath is playing at being too fastidious for such doings. The tuns of Yuengling's best Porter are rolling down the Schuylkill River and should arrive tomorrow in time for lading on board. There may be some delay in setting up the TimeSpace warp between Mr. Pastie's shop in Pen Argyl to supply the nearly unlimited Pasties for our tucker, but we'll keep working on it. Something about a jurisdictional dispute between local Red Indian wood spirits and the piskies. May have to get some of the forebears of the Penrose family to work it out. Lots of lawyers in that lineage. My dear friend the Red Haired Witch and her familiar cats will be with us, along with her Blue Dragon. And Cornish film star Jayne Mansfield will be along, with her quite amazing wardrobe. We should be underway down the Schuylkill to Delaware Bay by Wednesday. I hope the virtual expansion of Godrevy Island includes adequate docking facilities. Albert Jenkin and the company, real and imaginary, from lovely Pottstown at the confluence of Manatawny Creek and the Schuylkill River

How right you were VHM. Mistress Agnes was last seen on the Oldenburg heading towards Lundy Island - well it does have a lighthouse, just the wrong lighthouse. She is muttering something about how good looking miners seem in 1859, if indeed she is in 1859. She is hunting for mistletoe just in case. Historically mistletoe, as a pagan symbol, was not allowed in churches, with the exception of York Minster but Mistress Agnes doesn't much care. In Mistress Agnes' youth Lundy was owned by Lewis Stukeley, who was responsible for arresting Sir Walter Raleigh. In 1859 Sir William Hudson Heaven is in residence. Mistress Agnes has just hiked past quarter gate in the storm that is battering the south west tonight and is having a quick rest in the Marisco Tavern before resuming her journey to Godreavy. Don't let her get started on the cider or she will never make the party. Has anyone seen Charles I? Mistress Agnes is most concerned in case he (or rather his head) falls into the wrong hands. Janet in Darkest Devon -----Original Message----- From: John Sent: Tuesday, December 17, 2013 8:24 AM To: Cornish List Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2013 -Harbour Master Appointed The Virtual Harbour Master is gravelly concerned that Mistress Agnes appears to have got herself 'mazed'. Indeed, he is somewhat concerned that she may have been mixed up in witchcraft, which seems to have been rife in Bideford around 1590. The VHM is also concerned that Misstress A. may well end up getting led astray because although she may well be enjoying wandering among the tobacco warehouses and rope walks, this is dangerous ground full of drunken sailors looking for innocent young ladies. Mistress A. would be well advised that in the 16th century, Bideford is England's third largest seaport, and not a salubrious place for a pretty young wench to be wandering. And if Mistress A. does manage to avoid entanglement with drunken sailors, she had better beware the captains working for the Lord of the Manor, Sir Walter Raleigh, for they are still trying to find comely young ladies to form a new colony in 'The Americas' following the loss or disappearance of the colonies established on Roanoke Island (off the coast of what is now North Carolina) by Raleigh's crews in 1584, 1585, and 1587. Indeed, the first child born in the Americas to English parents (from Bideford?) was Virginia Dare, born in 1587, and today commemorated by the Virgina Dare Memorial Bridge, and 'The Lost Colony of Roanoke DNA Project' which is seeking to establish whether any Bideford bloodlines were preserved following contemporary reports of 'Blue-eyed Indians, and English style fields'. But I digress (oh, so easily!) because what is essential is to divert the Mistress Agnes back to 1859 in order that she may board the 'Cornubia'. And so the Virtual Harbour Master has communicated her confusion regarding the small port of Ilfracombe, and that she is desirous of embarking from Bideford, and the 'Cornubia' will arrange passage free of charge for Mistress A. from the steamer quay at Bideford at the earliest convenience. However, the VHM requests that Mistress A. should not get diverted again, and that she ensures that she doesn't meddle with any machinery or mechanical devices that she doesn't understand. Time travel is dangerous and fraught with idle distractions (such as virtual Christmas parties) and the Isle of Lundy may prove to be just such a distraction. Indeed, if Mistress A. spends too much time flirting with the Captain of the 'Cornubia' she may well find that he is so distracted by her beauty that he overshoots Godrevy, and ends up at the barren rock that supports the Longships Lighthouse... not a pleasant place to be in the winter. The Honourable (or otherwise) John C., Virtual Harbour Master of the Port of Godrevy. > From: janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013 06:09:57 +0000 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2013 -Harbour Master Appointed > > Could someone please shine a glitter ball on Ilfracombe to help Mistress > Agnes find it. She has accidentally gone back in time instead of forwards > and is now in 1590. She is currently wandering through the tobacco > warehouses and rope walks of Bideford. She is familiar with Bideford as > her > friend Mrs Elizabeth Pepys grew up there. > > Come on Mistress A - time machine fast forward - you really should have > read the instructions - oh, of course, you can't read. > > Ah at last 1859. She's not very keen on 1859 - rather a lot of modern > inventions that she doesn't understand like forks, wardrobes and coffee > (she > lives in 1646). She is also most alarmed by the information that her king > (Charles I) is about to have his head chopped off back in her time. She > now > wants to bring Charles I to the party to try to keep him out of harms way. > Charles is very keen on collecting Ship Money, even from those who live > inland. I hope that this doesn't not conflict with the interests of the > new > harbour master. > > Janet in Darkest Devon - enjoying the peace while Mistress A is away. > ------------------------------- 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. 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West Briton and Cornwall Advertiser - transcribed by Maurine Nuttall January 1, 1858 BIRTHS . At Falmouth, on the 14th ult., the wife of Mr. John DEVONSHIRE, of a daughter; on Friday last, the wife of Mr. James RULE, of a son. . At St. Mawes, on Wednesday last, the wife of Mr. G. E. GEORGE, of a son. . At the Western Hotel, Penzance, on the 24th ult., the wife of Mr. Henry BLACKWELL, of a son; on the 23rd ult., the wife of Mr. Robert SAMPSON, of a daughter; and on the 20th ult., the wife of the Rev. J. P. BARNETT, Baptism minister, of a daughter. . At the Railway Terrace, Hayle, on Friday last, the wife of James MUDGE, Esq., surgeon, of a son. . At Highlanes, Hayle, the wife of Mr. P. OATES, of a daughter. . At Undercliff, Phillack, the wife of Mr. George CHINN, of a daughter. . At Carnhell, Gwinear, the wife of Mr. William MEDLIN, of a son. . At Roseworthy Wood, Gwinear, the wife of Mr. Edwin PRIDEAUX, of a son. . At Redruth, the wife of Mr. C. ROWSE, of a daughter; the wife of Mr. J. H. REYNOLDS, of a daughter; the wife of Mr. John WILLIAMS, of a daughter; the wife of Mr. J. ANDREW, of a son; and the wife of Mr. Wm. TERRIL, of a daughter. . At the South Turnpike, Redruth, the wife of Mr. J. H. MICHELL, of twin sons. . At Retew Mill, St. Enoder, on the 22nd ult., the wife of Mr. James H. ELVINS, of a son. . At Tregassick, in the parish of St. Ewe, on Saturday last, the wife of Mr. ARMSTRONG, of a son. . At Mevagissey, on the 20th ult., the wife of the Rev. T. SNELL, Independent minister, of a daughter; on the 24th ult., the wife of Mr. Richard HUNKIN, of a son; on Sunday last, the wife of Mr. William ROBERTS, of a daughter; and the wife of Mr. Samuel LANGMEAD, of a son; on Monday last, the wife of Mr. Henry RAWE, of a son; and the wife of Mr. Robert BLIGHT, of a son. . At St. Austell, on the 23rd ult., the wife of the Rev. Edward POWELL, Primitive Minister, of a daughter. . At Porthpean, the parish of St. Austell, on the 18th ult., the wife of Mr. James DUNN, of a son. . At Tywardreath Highway, on the 12th ult., the wife of Captain RICH, of the Fowey Consols Mine, of a son - still born. . At Polperro, in the parish of Talland, on the 23rd ult., the wife of Mr. F. JOHNS, of a son. . At Trembraze, in the parish of Liskeard, on the 19th instant, the wife of Mr. Robert H. COOK, of a son. . At Newquary, on Saturday last, the wife of Mr. Alfred TRETHEWEY, of a daughter; and on Monday last, the wife of Captain Thomas H. BENNETTS of a son. . At Trencreek, in the parish of St. Columb Minor, last week, the wife of Mr. MERRIFIELD, of a son. . At Plymouth, on Wednesday last, Mr. H. DENTON, of a daughter; and on Sunday last, the wife of Mr. E. GILES, of a daughter. . At Stonehouse, on Sunday last, the wife of Mr. J. B. LIDDELL, engineer, R.N., of a son. . At Pensang, East Indies, on the 4th of October last, the wife of Lieut. A.R.T. PASSINGHAM, 29th Regiment M.N.I., of a son. . MARRIAGES . At Kenwyn, on Tuesdeay last, Mr. John THOMAS to Miss Fanny TYACK, of Chacewater. . At Madron, on Saturday last, Mr. John BERRYMAN to Miss Jane LAWRY, both of Tremethack, Madron; and on Saturday last, Mr. George FOX, of Penzance, to Catherine, youngest daughter of the late Mr. John PENGELLY, of Tremearne, Madron. . At Towednack, on Sunday last, Mr. Robert CURNOW to Miss Jane RICHARDS, both of that parish. . At the parish church Phillack, on Monday last, Mr. R. WHINN to Miss Jane POOLE. . At the Wesleyan Chapel, West-end, Hayle, Mr. William ROWE to Miss Phillis WILLIAMS, both of East-end. . At the Weslayan Chapel, East-end, Hayle, Mr. James KEMP to Miss E. JENKYN; and Mr. John ROWE to Miss Elizabeth Jane WILLIAMS, both of Gwinear. . At the Independent Chapel, Mevagissey, on the 24th ult., Mr. Daniel BEHENNA to Miss Eliza Ann BLAKE. . At Bodmin, Mr. Richard Raymond MARTIN to Miss Elizabeth LAMPIER. . At Helland, on the 23rd instant, Mr. Oliver SLEEMAN, of Poolpark, St. Tudy, to Miss Elizabeth MARTYN, of the Cottage, Helland Bridge. . At Newlyn, on Saturday last, Mr. Samuel BROWN to Miss Ann HOCKING. . At St. Andrew's Church, Plymouth, on Monday last, Captain H. KNIGHT, 67th Regiment, to Elizabeth, eldest daughter of Mr. G. HUSSEY, of Plymouth. . At St. Andrew's Church, Plymouth, on the 24th ult., Mr. William STONE, engineer, South Caradon mine, St. Cleer, to Ann, only daughter of the late Mr. REED, of South Petherwin. . DEATHS . At Truro, on Friday last, the wife of Mr. Richard MINERS, shoemaker, aged 63 years. . At Truro, this week, the infant child of Mr. C. E. ANDREW, grocer. . At Penryn, on Wednesday last, the wife of Mr. Thomas ROSMAN, aged 76 years. . At Falmouth, on Friday last, Mary, eldest daughter of Mr. THOMAS, aged 7 years. . At Helston, on Friday last, Mary, relict of the late Mr. John ELLIS, aged 75 years; and on Tuesday last, Mr. John TALLACK, aged 80 years. . At St. Martin in Meneage, on Monday last, Mrs. Eleanor OATES, aged 82 years. . At Porthallow, St. Keverne, on the 21st ult., Mrs. Elizabeth TRIPCONY, aged 74 years. . At Park Corner, Penzance, on Monday last, Miss Ellen TEAGUE, late of Truro, aged 25 years. . At Penzance, on the 19th instant, the infant daughter of Mr. Charles PAAWLEY; and on the 22nd instant, Charles AUDUBON, son of Mr. Edward PADDY, printer, aged 9 years. . At Nancledra, in the parish of Ludgvan, Mrs. Elizabeth PHEBY, aged 79 years. . At Copperhouse, Hayle, on Sunday last, Mrs. HOOPER, of the Commercial Inn, aged 50 years. . At Angarrack, Phillack, the infant son of Mr. WILLIAMS. . At Ventonleague, Phillack, Mr. R. ROWE, aged 76 years. . At Connor Downs, Gwithian, the infant daughter of Mr. R. WILLIAMS. . At Gwinear, Mrs. Dorothy KNIGHT, aged 77 years. . At Hoe Downs, Gwinear, the infant daughter of Mr. E. RALPH. . At Gwinear Downs, Gwinear, the son of Mr. S. TOY, aged 3 years. . At Roseworthy Wood, in the parish of Camborne, on the 24th instant, the wife of Mr. Richard BENNETTS, aged 73 years. . At Rosewarne, on Wednesday last, much respected, Ann, relict of the late Mr. HUTCHINSON, aged 85 years. . At Redruth, on the 23rd ult., Mr. Nicholas THOMAS, aged 48 years; on the 23rd ult., Mr. James DAVEY, aged 61 years; on the 23rd ult., the wife of Mr. James ROBERTS, aged 51 years; and on Friday last, the wife of Mr. Thomas TERRIL, of Blowing-house, Illogan, aged 66 years. . At St. Austell, on Monday last, Mr. Charles ROWETT, aged 23 years. . At the Downs, in the parish of St. Austell, last week, at an advanced age, Mr. Christopher PARNELL. . At East Looe, on Saturday last, Mr. William CRABB, aged 72 years. . At Killigarth Mill, in the parish of Talland, on the 17th ult., Mrs. LAMB, widow of the late Mr. Henry LAMB, of Trevarder, aged 78 years. . At Padstow, on the 18th ult., the wife of Mr. James SLEEMAN, aged 33 years. . At St. Allen, on Tuesday last, Mrs. SHEPHERD, relict of the late Mr. Wm. SHEPHERD, of Crediton, Devon, aged 84 years. . At Thorverton, Devon, on Saturday last, the Rev. Dr. COLERIDGE, vicar of Thorverton and prebendary of Exeter, aged 68 years. Dr. COLERIDGE was formerly vicar of Kenwyn and Kea, in this county. . Recently, in London, Mr. WM. EALES, merchant, Fenchurch-street, formerly of Dubwalls, near Liskeard. . At the Edgware-road, London, on the 19th ult., Mr. W. BONYTHON, late of Newlyn in Pydar, in this county, aged 39 years. . At Swansea, on the 17th ult., the infant son of Mr. Stephen MICHELL, late of Truro. . At Calcutta, East Indies, on the 28th of October last, Mr. George STEPHENSON, of H.M.S. "Sanspareil," 70, second son of Mr. Charles STEPHENSON, of Helford, Manaccan, aged 29 years. Julia M. 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http://www.cornish-mining.org.uk/sites/default/files/Cornish_Mining_winter_2013.pdf In case this might be of interest, the Winter 2013 Cornish Mining Newsletter is online at the addie above for free. Articles cover the Cornwall Pirates (a sports team), New Zealand students visiting Cornwall, the King Edward mine, and "Mines, Moors, & Minerals" - plus some other interesting reading. All in all, most probably worth a visit. Julia M. 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

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'Lo Everyone - We only have time to transmit in intervals, some very short. No one seems to be monitoring Channel 16, which is the one Gerry uses, so you might not hear from us as we sail toward the green land. (and I might not receive your messages - our radio is as tiny as our yacht.) This morning, we were almost run over by a huge ship; he opened a can of peaches for breakfast in the "cabin" and turned on the light - and that's the ONLY notice the ship had that we were there!! The African Comet missed the Yankee Girl by inches. When Gerry got them on the radio, they said we hadn't appeared on their radar., but they'd seen our light - which was only on for a brief time. Whew. The day was glorious. We were bobbing happily along, when there appeared a pod of dolphins racing along side. They played around the boat[s], and one mother even brought her baby up by the side to give us the once-over. Gerry's seat hangs over the side a bit, and we're afraid we might look like a walrus or seal to a hungry shark; thusfar, the only sealife finding us interesting would be the dolphins, and some migrating birds who used us as a rest-spot in their trek southward. This is how Gerry described our evening: "Afterward I sat in the hatch for a long time, gazing at the sea. The Atlantic was more beautiful tonight than I had ever seen her. Phosphorescence spread out behind us like a trail of sequined milk, with individual flecks mirroring the stars overhead. It was so bright that it illuminated Yankee Girl's hull. It almost seemed as if the world had been turned upside-down and we were sailing the heavens like a comet, leaving a shimmering tail behind us. Even my finny mascots left glowing streaks in teh water as they darted in and out beneath us. I took special delight in watching the jellyfish bobbing in our wake like countless luminous parachutes." Hope you all had a delightful day, and are looking forward to Christmas and Cornwall, Julia M. 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

Julia what a funny story, my husband and I got a big laugh from it. Thanks Connie Hi All - As our revered Harbour Master asked people for "most memorable" Christmas descriptions, thought some might enjoy this one. We had just moved into town, and my brother-in-law invited us to his home for Christmas - dinner and church, along with presents, on Christmas Eve. We accepted with gratefulness - unpacking wasn't entirely completed, and we couldn't locate the skillets! So, on the 24th we arrived at the specified time, with the requisite Jello salad (with fruit), and dinner rolls, as requested. Our niece arrived at much the same time, carrying her 'world-famous' green bean casserole with fried onions on top. (Don't ask.) In we trouped, to see a brightly lighted Christmas tree, and the rest of the family, who had been listening to 'old time' carols, and sharing a bit of Christmas cheer. Hugs, rearranging space to accommodate all, busy greetings and 'catch up' conversations, and eventually, a settling. Eventually we decamped to the dining room, where the table was nicely set, and flowers and candles trailed down the centre. (thanks to his daughter, who was into crafting at the time.) Grace was said, and dishes started to be passed. Here came the green beans. Here came the jello. Rolls, anyone? But where was the main course? Ah, said my bro-in-law, almost forgot! One moment. He dashed to the kitchen, and returned with a covered serving dish. With a swoop, he removed the top - and there it was. Beef stew. Lukewarm beef stew. Rather greasy, lukewarm beef stew. With scrawny veggies alongside. While shooting anxious/oh-my-goodness looks at my husband, who faintly shrugged his shoulders, I accepted a ladle of the rather unique-smelling stew. It was interesting to see the faces of the others, as their plates were adorned with the mixture. And then we tasted it. It was, indisputably, the most interesting stew ever made. (Note, the word "good" is NOT used!) It took about a minute, but when I caught the eye of my astonished nephew, I smiled a tiny bit. He grinned. He snickered. His sister followed suit. My husband started to smile as well. And then my bro-in-law's lady friend politely asked, just what were we eating? He smiled, and said "Dinty Moore Beef Stew; it was on sale today, and I bought 4 cans for $3.00!" At that, we did laugh! My nephew (his son) accused him of trying to poison us. My niece started waving her hand in front of her mouth, and excused herself from the table... ewww, ewwww, ewww dad!! My sister-in-law rolled her eyes, as her husband guffawed. Our host's lady friend saved the day - she had created a lovely Chocolate cake with chocolate icing - and as everyone knows, chocolate makes everything better. It was superb. In fact, the only truly enjoyable item on the menu! Bless her, and her baking skill. We all took a "Tums for the Tummy" and trouped off to church, still giggling just a bit. My brother-in-law has never lived down his famous Christmas dinner. We've had many a dinner since, with turkey or beef roast, and once, lobster, but never, ever, anything like that Dinty Moore beef stew! (Since then, his daughter has made sure to always, always provide the main dish whenever we're assembling at his house.) May each and every one of you have a lovely Christmas, and a tasty Christmas Dinner! Julia M. 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 ------------------------------- 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 I'm ready and waiting on the top of Mount Timpanogos just above Provo, UT. I'll watch for the disco light and send up a flair for you to find me. Sounds like we'll have a good old time on the way to Cornwall. Connie Hi Connie, The Moose Sleigh has plenty of room for all that needs to be hauled plus you, Jan of San Diego and me.  The Moose and I will be flying by as soon as I've picked up Jan of SD and her wonderful tacos.  Sounds yummy!  We'll also be enjoying her disco light.  Should be some flight.  We have one little stowaway this year, Charlie.  He's a 5 month old kitty that wondered in our back door about 2 weeks ago and he's looking for a permanent home.  I'm thinking he might enjoy spending time with another kitty from the past, the orange marmalade, Woonie Gumpus, who's been in Mousehole for several years. See you soon! Jan of the Garden

It will be great to see you again, Connie!!! Beware, Cornwall, of an impending invasion of Yankie gals!!! Western ones, at that!!! The best kind! Jan in San Diego ----- Original Message ----- From: "Connie Saunders" <dccows@comcast.net> To: "'Jan Mackey'" <mackey2@pacbell.net>; <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, December 17, 2013 6:38 PM Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Christmas party 2013 Jan I'm ready and waiting on the top of Mount Timpanogos just above Provo, UT. I'll watch for the disco light and send up a flair for you to find me. Sounds like we'll have a good old time on the way to Cornwall. Connie Hi Connie, The Moose Sleigh has plenty of room for all that needs to be hauled plus you, Jan of San Diego and me. The Moose and I will be flying by as soon as I've picked up Jan of SD and her wonderful tacos. Sounds yummy! We'll also be enjoying her disco light. Should be some flight. We have one little stowaway this year, Charlie. He's a 5 month old kitty that wondered in our back door about 2 weeks ago and he's looking for a permanent home. I'm thinking he might enjoy spending time with another kitty from the past, the orange marmalade, Woonie Gumpus, who's been in Mousehole for several years. See you soon! Jan of the Garden ------------------------------- 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