Hello Ian, The books arrived this morning. I have just started Book ! and I wanted to let you all know how much I am enjoying them. It really takes you back to a childhood in the 50's Well Done Best wishes Catherine Pritchard Membership Secretary, Friends of Lister Lane Cemetery, Halifax. http://www.listerlanecemetery.co.uk/ -----Original Message----- From: IRHUCKIN@aol.com [mailto:IRHUCKIN@aol.com] Sent: Saturday, October 09, 2004 11:30 AM To: ENG-BANBURY-AREA-L@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [BAN] Anybody home? Omnipresent!! Just busy with work, organising the move, shipping books etc. I still have some freebies to go. Just need the P&P from you. I will be sending a set to the COS and COBS. Still have plenty for sale. Think Xmas pressies!!! Think, my kids will love these. Think posterity. Think, Ian still needs to sell another ten sets to break even!!! Thanks for listening to the ramblings of a young, handsome, virile lier! Ian ============================== Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237

In message <74.444336b1.2e992cae@aol.com>, LenDenham@aol.com writes >Anybody else got a scar to remind them of something? Oh yes.... I have a scar on my knee... my war wound I call it! Grin When I was at school in the early days of the war we always had to carry a gas mask. At our school it was taken so seriously that we got the cane if seen without the pesky thing! I got half way there one day and had forgotten it, so I turned around and ran home for it. I then also had to run back to school since you also got the cane for being late! Of course I fell over and arrived back at school late but not quite mortally wounded. However, it did get me out of trouble as they had to clean me up and bandage the knee. I suspect they didn't have the heart to cane a poor wounded soldier after that! Dorothy -- Dorothy Gibbs (in Hertfordshire UK)

Living in Kenya my parents brought me for my birthday to Tsavo National Park and after getting up befor the sun came up having a cup of tea on the Veranda wrapping up in a sweater and watching my mother pack up some fruit and sandwiches for the morning game drive... getting to Mzima Springs and being able to walk down to the springs themselves and look at the hippos in the water.... sitting in the pic-nic area and trying to eat our brunch without the food being stolen by the many monkeys that live by the springs... of course me being a stupid child ! wanted to feed the cute monkeys so bananas were opened and handed to this particular monkey who obviously was brave enough to come very close to us... eventually the fruit was finished and he was not happy so he decided to attack me and sunk his very sharp teeth into my hand... I ended up having to be brought nearly 200 miles to a hospital where I ended up having 5 stitches and a course of Rabies shots just in case.... my hand s! till bears the scar and I NEVER tried to feed the monkeys or any other wild animal ever since !!!! Best wishes Mo LenDenham@aol.com wrote: Hello All It is almost lunchtime on Saturday and a beautiful day here in Oxfordshire. I was thinking what I might usefully contribute to prove that I, too, am still here when I recalled a similar weekend in 1936 or thereabouts. Around this time my Aunt Mabel took me, one Sunday morning just before lunch, to a little shop of sorts at the top of Lowfield Road in West Hampstead, which sold beer and vinegar. Nan would often have a small jug of stout, which she kept hidden under the dresser behind the cloth curtain that concealed the coal box. Nan drinking beer was definitely not acceptable in grandfather’s eyes. But this morning we were to purchase vinegar for mint sauce. Nan had chopped the mint leaves on her chopping board ready. Aunt Mabel, then about 24 years old, took an empty bottle and off to the shop we went. When the bottle was filled I begged to be allowed to carry it and Aunt Mabel gave in. Just over half way home I tripped over and fell breaking the bottle and placing the palm of my hand neatly upon the jagged glass. Blood, tears and vinegar everywhere! Poor deaf Mabel was distraught. By good fortune a passer by transpired to be a first-aider and bandaged me up and we arrived back at the house safely but without vinegar or bottle. Sixty-eight years on I still bear the scar to remind me of this episode. Anybody else got a scar to remind them of something? Len ============================== Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 --------------------------------- ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun!

Have *Faith or is it *Hope...? Summer Time - ends Soon...!!!! betty(oz)

Hi Banburyshire Friends, Answering the plaintive queries----- I am here! And perhaps you will wish that I wasn't, as I've thought up a little memory, to help keep things ticking over, on the list! A few things contributed to this. Firstly my daughter had changed the background to my desktop to a beautiful Autumn woodland scene. Then my brother mentioned that he was ferrying his wife to a work-related course at Redditch and was going to take the rural route from Bedworth, via Hampton-in-Arden.This was enough to set me off! Autumn has always been my favourite time of the year, probably dating from my Training College days on Kingston Hill, Surrey, (1949-51). One of the associated houses backed onto Richmond Park and we often roamed through there, admiring the vistas and the deer. Trees abounded on Kingston Hill, as the wide road in those days was lined with mansions and substantial residences; all with extensive grounds.At weekends my friends and took the bus or walked in Surrey, or along the Thames riverside path.This time of year was indescribably glorious---and the weather was perfect! My memory, that I am about to relate, took place in Autumn 1953, if I remember rightly. During the half term holiday, longer by tradition because of the potato harvest, Auntie Florrie and I went to stay with a lady, who took paying guests, only on recommendation. She lived in a pleasant house in the Tanworth-in-Arden area. We were were "in clover", as she was a wonderful cook. I had never seen such tasty and imaginative food whipped up with such speed and little effort! This was where I tasted Lemon Meringue Pie for the first time, as in the cities, austerity had still not left us.It remains a favourite to this day. We enjoyed strolling the leaf strewn lanes of this pretty area of Warwickshire. Our hostess also took us around with her and we met some of her friends. It was all so hospitable and enjoyable. Then we were invited to a fund-raising W.I. Social Evening.To our delight we saw an entirely different face of England to that which we normally experienced. The venue was the little church school with its gothic windows and the inside was divided into two classrooms, by a concertina partition, which slid back. For this occasion the partition was rolled aside and the desks were stacked by the wall. In the Infant side this was 16 desks--which had me envious, as my own class at that time numbered 53 five year olds! We had such a lovely time that evening and were made to feel so welcome in the warmth of that gathering, where the age-old village activities still centred around the church and the school, and everyone knew each other. I enjoyed it all, but it is only now , in retrospect, and with so many changes happening over the years that I truly appreciate this glimpse into the traditional order of things. One of my very favourite books, given to me in 1951, and which has travelled the world with me, was a copy of Dora Saint's "Village School", which she wrote under the pseudonym of "Miss "Reed". Opening it I am immediately transported to a school, similar to the one I visited. The slow procession of the Seasons, School Terms and Church calendar produces the effect of timelessness and calm.The amusing happenings which the teacher happened to see but not remark upon, has happened to us all. It is one of the "perks" of the job, and amusing to note that the culprits think that they are unobserved! This is a book I read if I am feeling stressed or frazzled. It always works its magic, as do the memories of those delightful Autumnal holiday experiences. I hope that you don't mind me sharing this with you-----as this is one of my most treasured memories of my past, and my Homeland. Regards, Muriel.

Hi Ian, Put another set on the side for me..I'll send out another $20 on Monday...It will make a nice gift for my Mom for Xmas... Denise ----- Original Message ----- From: <IRHUCKIN@aol.com> To: <ENG-BANBURY-AREA-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, October 09, 2004 6:30 AM Subject: Re: [BAN] Anybody home? > Omnipresent!! > Just busy with work, organising the move, shipping books etc. > I still have some freebies to go. Just need the P&P from you. > I will be sending a set to the COS and COBS. > Still have plenty for sale. Think Xmas pressies!!! Think, my kids will love > these. Think posterity. Think, Ian still needs to sell another ten sets to > break even!!! > Thanks for listening to the ramblings of a young, handsome, virile lier! > > Ian > > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 >

In message <41812294@woodstock.VALLEY.NET>, Dawn.MikeGriffis <Dawn.MikeGriffis@valley.net> writes >I'm here Oh goody... everyone is still alive! Grin I have had computer problems for two weeks and am now recovering from a re-format... so I thought I might have been disconnected from the lists! Dorothy -- Dorothy Gibbs (in Hertfordshire UK)

Lens letter about the vinegar reminded me of going to the co-op to fetch vinegar it was sold loose from a barrel and not so sharp as what we get today. We had vinegar on most things cabbage beetroot even potato crisps which we did not have very often. mam used to put pepper salt and viniegar in an egg cup for us to dip spring onions grown by Dad on his allotment. We seemed to have one thing at a time lettuce sandwiches were delicious using new bread baked by our local baker and best butter. Most of our veg was home grown and so of course only available in season. Green beans were put into jars with layers of salt ,carrots and potatos kept in a pit lined with straw in the garden. Frozen brussels really were frozen out side when we had frosts.I also remember dried peas they had to be soaked overnight before cooking some times there was a white tablet in the packet to help to make them tender but they still resembled small green bullets. It was always a special occasion when dad came home with the first picking of a vegetable from the allotment. I remember we used to shell the tiny broad beans and mam would cook them with lashings of parsley sauce nothing else but stll tasted wonderful, and the first roots of new potatos swimming with butter we didnt need all those fancy herbs and spices .rhoda

Hello All It is almost lunchtime on Saturday and a beautiful day here in Oxfordshire. I was thinking what I might usefully contribute to prove that I, too, am still here when I recalled a similar weekend in 1936 or thereabouts. Around this time my Aunt Mabel took me, one Sunday morning just before lunch, to a little shop of sorts at the top of Lowfield Road in West Hampstead, which sold beer and vinegar. Nan would often have a small jug of stout, which she kept hidden under the dresser behind the cloth curtain that concealed the coal box. Nan drinking beer was definitely not acceptable in grandfather’s eyes. But this morning we were to purchase vinegar for mint sauce. Nan had chopped the mint leaves on her chopping board ready. Aunt Mabel, then about 24 years old, took an empty bottle and off to the shop we went. When the bottle was filled I begged to be allowed to carry it and Aunt Mabel gave in. Just over half way home I tripped over and fell breaking the bottle and placing the palm of my hand neatly upon the jagged glass. Blood, tears and vinegar everywhere! Poor deaf Mabel was distraught. By good fortune a passer by transpired to be a first-aider and bandaged me up and we arrived back at the house safely but without vinegar or bottle. Sixty-eight years on I still bear the scar to remind me of this episode. Anybody else got a scar to remind them of something? Len

Omnipresent!! Just busy with work, organising the move, shipping books etc. I still have some freebies to go. Just need the P&P from you. I will be sending a set to the COS and COBS. Still have plenty for sale. Think Xmas pressies!!! Think, my kids will love these. Think posterity. Think, Ian still needs to sell another ten sets to break even!!! Thanks for listening to the ramblings of a young, handsome, virile lier! Ian

Muriel what a marvellous memory... you managed through your words to paint a perfect picture for us to 'see'. Thank you for sharing it with us Best Wishes Mo --------------------------------- ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun!

I am here too,,, would love a chat Best wishes Mo --------------------------------- ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun!

Hi, is there anyone at home? Dorothy -- Dorothy Gibbs (in Hertfordshire UK)

I'm here Dawn

Just read your email Kellys directories are in the referance library not the Banburyshire bit but the main part rhoda

Ian Thank you for sharing your talent with us !! Particularly poignant for we in the antipodes, as Spring is now in full sweep, and we are hoping for the cloudless days of Summer ! Regards Helen New Zealand -----Original Message----- From: IRHUCKIN@aol.com [mailto:IRHUCKIN@aol.com] Sent: Wednesday, 6 October 2004 4:28 a.m. To: ENG-BANBURY-AREA-L@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [BAN] Books As most of you know, I love to write poetry. I also like promote poetry. One of my favourite verse forms is called the "Triolet". It can be likened to a chessboard. 8 lines, 8 beats (syllables) to the line. Then lines are repeated at certain intervals. So much better than a Limerick! Wonderful for writing poems regarding Love and Romance. This is a set of five that I wrote a couple of years ago, themed on the seasons as they used to be. So romantic notions I suppose!! I will publish it one day. THE SEASONS OF YORE Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. We cannot tell what each will bring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. Each one changing everything, They come, and then they disappear. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. Summer's no time for long goodbyes, The clouds are going from the skies. Gardens alive with butterflies, The Sun beats down and gets stronger. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. Blown away by an Autumn breeze, The leaves have fallen from the trees. Without a fuss, no Eulogies, They die, yet never make a sound. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. Clouds in the sky and no Suns glow, The Winter winds bring frost and snow, Rivers are frozen, they can't flow Until Spring sends a warmer day. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. It's welcomed like a special friend, It's such a shame that Spring must end. The many hues all mix and blend, Even when the weather's duller. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. C Ian Ralph Huckin 2002 ============================== Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237

Thanks Dawn. I tried the Post Office, Building Society and Thomas Cook, but ran out of time to get to the bank. Basically they told me that I would have to cash it in a US PO. I will try my bank tomorrow as I have to go and sort my Mortgage out. Yours, Ian

Ian, It should say somewhere on it the time limit if there is one. I sent one once to my sister & she was able to cash it at her Bank. She uses Barclays Hope that helps Dawn

Sorry, last e-mail should have gone directly to Barbara. Ian

Dear Barbara. I cannot find anywhere that will cash the postal order. Is there a time limit on them as I could probably cash it next time I am in the USA, which may be in the Spring? If not, I will return it with the books if you could send me cash instead. Yours, Ian