Karie you are bouncing. kath

Welcome to Folklore Sallymell~! :-) Kath Washington State

THIRTEEN If 13 people sit down at a table to eat, one of them will die before the year is over. TONGUE If you bite your tongue while eating, it is because you have recently told a lie. UMBRELLA Dropping an umbrella on the floor means that there will be a murder in the house. It's bad luck to open an umbrella inside the house, especially if you put it over your head. VALENTINE'S DAY If a woman sees a robin flying overhead on Valentine's Day, it means she will marry a sailor. If she sees a sparrow, she will marry a poor man and be very happy. If she sees a goldfinch, she will marry a millionaire. VEIL A bride's veil protects her from evil spirits who are jealous of happy people. WATERMELON A watermelon will grow in your stomach if you swallow a watermelon seed. WEATHER Red sky at night, Sailor's delight. Red sky at morning Sailors take warning Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day. Rain on the green grass Rain on the hillside, But not on me. WOOD Knock three times on wood after mentioning good fortune so evil spirits won't ruin it. WINDOW All windows should be opened at the moment of death so that the soul can leave. WISH If you make a wish while throwing a coin into a well or fountain, the wish will come true. Wish I may, Wish I might Have the wish I wish tonight. If you tell someone your wish, it won't come true. WISHBONE Two people pull apart the dried breastbone of a chicken or turkey until it cracks and breaks, each one making a wish while doing so. The person who gets the long half of the wishbone will have his or her wish come true. X The number of Xs in the palm of your right hand is the number of children you will have. YAWN A yawn is a sign that danger is near. Cover your mouth when you yawn, or your soul can go out of your body along with the yawn. WEDDING DAY Certain days of the week, and certain months of the year are better than others for a wedding. Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday best of all, Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Saturday for no luck at all Married when the year is new, he'll be loving, kind & true, When February birds do mate, You wed nor dread your fate. If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know. Marry in April when you can, Joy for Maiden & for Man. Marry in the month of May, and you'll surely rue the day. Marry when June roses grow, over land and sea you'll go. Those who in July do wed, must labor for their daily bred. Whoever wed in August be, many a change is sure to see Marry in September's shrine, your living will be rich and fine. If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry. If you wed in bleak November, only joys will come, remember. When December snows fall fast, marry and true love will last. FOR A LUCKY BRIDE Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue, And a lucky sixpence In her shoe. Married in White, you have chosen right Married in Grey, you will go far away, Married in Black, you will wish yourself back, Married in Red, you will wish yourself dead, Married in Green, ashamed to be seen, Married in Blue, you will always be true, Married in Pearl, you will live in a whirl, Married in Yellow, ashamed of your fellow, Married in Brown, you will live in the town, Married in Pink, you spirit will sink. WEDDING DAY Good Omens: seeing a rainbow having the sun shine meeting a black cat meeting a chimney sweep WEDDING DAY Bad Omens: a pig, hare, or lizard running across the road seeing an open grave meeting a nun or a monk foretell barrenness OTHER BELIEFS If the groom drops the wedding band during the ceremony, the marriage is doomed. The new bride must enter her home by the main door, and must not trip or fall - hence the custom of carrying the bride over the threshold. The spouse who goes to sleep first on the wedding day will be the first to die. WEDDING CAKE If a single woman sleeps with a piece of wedding cake under her pillow, she will dream of her future husband.

Karie, you're bouncing Sweetie Cakes. Kath ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mail Delivery Subsystem" <MAILER-DAEMON@lists2.rootsweb.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L-request@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, May 18, 2001 3:27 PM Subject: Returned mail: see transcript for details > This is a MIME-encapsulated message > > --f4IMDQw08485.990224841/lists2.rootsweb.com > > The original message was received at Fri, 18 May 2001 10:52:15 -0700 > from slist@localhost > > ----- The following addresses had permanent fatal errors ----- > kazeej@excite.com > (reason: 555 Invalid extension (BODY=8BITMIME)) > > ----- Transcript of session follows ----- > ... while talking to mta.excite.com.: > >>> MAIL From:<FOLKLORE-L-request@rootsweb.com> SIZE=303 BODY=8BITMIME > <<< 555 Invalid extension (BODY=8BITMIME) > 554 5.0.0 kazeej@excite.com... Service unavailable > > --f4IMDQw08485.990224841/lists2.rootsweb.com > Content-Type: message/delivery-status > > Reporting-MTA: dns; lists2.rootsweb.com > Arrival-Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 10:52:15 -0700 > > Final-Recipient: RFC822; kazeej@excite.com > Action: failed > Status: 5.0.0 > Diagnostic-Code: SMTP; 555 Invalid extension (BODY=8BITMIME) > Last-Attempt-Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 15:27:21 -0700 > > --f4IMDQw08485.990224841/lists2.rootsweb.com > Content-Type: text/rfc822-headers > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > Received: (from slist@localhost) > by lists2.rootsweb.com (8.10.1/8.10.1) id f4IHqFs02913; > Fri, 18 May 2001 10:52:15 -0700 > Resent-Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 10:52:15 -0700 > X-Original-Sender: mzmouser@home.com Fri May 18 10:52:14 2001 > Message-ID: <003b01c0dfc3$1474ce70$1f00a8c0@c518862a> > From: "Kath" <mzmouser@home.com> > Old-To: "Folk Family" <Folklore-L@rootsweb.com> > Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 10:50:51 -0700 > MIME-Version: 1.0 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > X-Priority: 3 > X-MSMail-Priority: Normal > X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.00.2919.6700 > X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6700 > Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Welcome Back Lala~! :-) > Resent-Message-ID: <El1BPD.A.St.OFWB7@lists2.rootsweb.com> > To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com > Resent-From: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com > Reply-To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com > X-Mailing-List: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> archive/latest/5326 > X-Loop: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com > Precedence: list > Resent-Sender: FOLKLORE-L-request@rootsweb.com > > --f4IMDQw08485.990224841/lists2.rootsweb.com-- >

Thank you Fred. kath > Hey fellow Folklorians, just a note to let you know that I have posted the new Father's Day Site for your enjoyment > this evening. it is located at http://ampsupport.com/FathersDay > Any comments are appreciated as this lets me know that > the work that goes into developing the sites is not in vain. > that some are getting benefits from the sites. > I have already receive several comments on tithe Memorial Day site if you missed it, it is located at http://ampsupport.com/Memorial > Fred > Please Visit our Amputee Support Web Site at http://ampsupport.com

> Pond... *snorting* You bettcha and it's inside the house. Right now I have 4 > turtles, a frog and 2 crawdads in it. Then Tilly the dessert tortoise > discovered it. She can get in but not out. I fish her out daily. Lil s**t!! > She's getting BIG!! She's now about 25 pounds and constantly rearranges the > furniture out there. She has her sleepy time bed dug down about 2 feet. > Sulcattas are NUTS!! LOL > > The snake necks will not go into the pond. Different needs, alien turtle. They > are strictly carnivorous. They get chopped meat and worms and snails. Oh my > gosh!! Here I have a snail factory in full production! Didn't think of it till > just now! The mealworms are producing like crazy! I'll never have to buy them > again! Next comes a nightcrawler farm. *G* > > Oh, tell John my pond is a cement pond. No need to worry about turts digging > the liner. It's about 400 - 450 gallons. Hmmm I may crank up my 120 gallon > fish tank.... naw.... I want that for geckos. It sounds Great Janis. :-) Fun~!!! :-) I get a kick out of seeing you have so much fun. :-) You are amazing~! Love hearing about your critters. kath

Hi there Lala, Glad to see you return, we have missed you. Elsie At 10:50 AM 5/18/01 -0700, you wrote: >Woo-Hoo -and-a-Whoop-dee-Doo~! > Welcome back Lala~! :-) > How are you~? How ya been~? > Great to see you > kath > >

Missi, I hope you didn't do serious damage to your arm. : ( <sad face> That's been awhile ago, I think you hurt it worse than we thought. It must really hurt, bad enough for you to consider going to the doc. Now ya got me worried. {{{{{{{{Missi}}}}}}}} <careful-gentle-hugs> love ya, kaffie I like that kabub name. LOL~! :-) that's gonna stick. <G> :-) He'll love ya for that when he get's to be14 or 15 years old, and 6 foot tall. LOL~! :-) Praying that your arm is better soon, before he gets there, so there's no hindrances to hugging. :-) > i love that car :) > ty ty i was telling Mary i might have to go to the doctor i think i may have > really hurt my arm upper shoulder when i jumped rock.. grrr or ill suffer... > teehee > yuup can not wait to see kabub! > and sami-lou > missi > > > > > > I got it Missi~! :-) Thanks. Woo-Hoo~!!! :-) > > Dang gal friend, you make that 4x4 look good~! > > <nck-nck~!> ;-) > > Yay~! Samantha will soon be here~! :-) > > Have to make up for lost grand-baby time. > > kaffie > > > > > > > lol can't say i have not enjoyed the brake.. > > > samantha is coming soon!! > > > can't wait > > > got my pics from trip back ill send you the only one im in.. > > > lol > > > love u > > > missi

> I am finding out that it was a good thing it was a deer instead of a HOG!!!! > I really would have been in trouble then. Or a cow Kara. They are dangerous to hit too. {{{{{{{{{{Kara}}}}}}}}}}} How are you feeling~? Are you still sore~? Take care Angels around you~! Kath

> {{{{{{{{CRYSTAL}}}}}}}} > > > I will pray that God sends his angels to be with her during this time. Kara Thank you so much Kara. Hugs, kath

Hankie please~! <sniff-sniff> Thanks Missi. I loved this story. kath > The Language of the Heart >>>>> > Finally Soapy came to a stop about two inches from her > > thigh. He quietly reached out and laid his chin on her knee. I > > was astonished. While a common behavior for dogs, this is not a > > behavior exhibited by rabbits, especially not by this rabbit. > > The child did not reach out to pet Soapy. Instead, she > > slowly leaned toward him. When her face was within inches of > > his, she carefully reached out and circled him with her arms. > > So softly that no one in the room could hear, she began to talk. > > Folded around the rabbit, she pillowed her head on his back and > > whispered to him. Soapy remained motionless. <<<<

Seeing the post about Farewell to Commom Sense reminded me of one that went around about a year ago. Time for a re-run !! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is my sad duty to report that the Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. The funeral was held at 3:50 for twenty minutes. Dozens of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, The Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch, Baby Ruth and many others. The grave sight was piled high with flour arrangements. A long time friend, Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy has a man who "never knew how much he was kneaded". Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two children and one in the oven.

  Obituary Notice! > > Today we mourn the passing of an old friend by > the name of Common Sense.  Common Sense lived a long > life but died from heart failure at the brink of the > millennium.  No one really knows how old he was since > his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic > red tape. > >    He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, > hospitals, homes, factories and offices, helping folks > get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. > >    For decades, petty rules, silly laws and frivolous > lawsuits held no power over Common Sense.  He was > credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to > know when to come in out of the rain, the early bird > gets the worm, and life isn't always fair. > >    Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial > policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable > parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the > kids), and it's okay to come in second. > >    A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great > Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common > Sense survived cultural and educational trends including > feminism, body piercing, whole language and "new math." > >    But his health declined when he became infected with > the "if-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus. > In recent decades his waning strength proved no match > for the ravages of overbearing federal regulation. > >    He watched in pain as good people became ruled by > self-seeking lawyers and enlightened auditors.  His > health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly > implemented zero tolerance policies, reports of six year > old boys charged with sexual harassment for kissing a > classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouth- > wash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding > an unruly student.  It declined even further when schools > had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a > student but cannot inform the parent when the female > student is pregnant or wants an abortion. > >    Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the > Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became > businesses, criminals received better treatment than > victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in every- > thing from Boy Scouts to professional sports. > >    As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of > logic but was kept informed of developments, regarding > questionable regulations for asbestos, low flow toilets, > "smart" guns, the nurturing of Prohibition Laws and > mandatory air bags. > >    Finally when told that the homeowners association > restricted exterior furniture only to that which en- > hanced property values, he breathed his last. > >    Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents > Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, > Responsibility; and his son, Reason.  He is survived > by three stepbrothers: Rights, Tolerance, and Whiner. > >    Not many attended his funeral because so few realized > he was gone. Eat Right- Stay fit-die anyway!

TY Missi. Good~! kath > > > The Unsinkable Myth >>>> > Therefore, > > whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the > > Kingdom of Heaven.' " It's pretty sobering. If you can't become > > humble and dependent, you'll never see Heaven!

Thanks Sharon. Sad and True. kath > > > Obituary Notice! > > > > Today we mourn the passing of an old friend by > > the name of Common Sense. Common Sense lived a long > > life but died from heart failure at the brink of the > > millennium. <<

LOL~! Yes Elsie. :-) I remember those water balloons....and I remember you "splatting" me. <G> :-) hmmm..... <heehee> Kath > Hey Kath, > Remember all of those water balloons we used to throw. Course they were > all red ones. <g> > I remember Asa being sneaky and sending me one in my private email and boy > was I surprised. > Asa, are you still playing with balloons? <g> > Elsie

> The Unsinkable Myth > > I wasn't planning to watch anything on TV the other night except > the news, but, I got hooked by a program that followed. It was this > fascinating special on the Titanic, including an interview with one of > the survivors. Now, she was just a little girl that awful night when the > ship they swore was unsinkable, went down in the icy waters of the > Atlantic. Over 1, 500 passengers died that night. The Titanic had > been constructed with these water tight compartments in their hull > that were supposed to contain any flooding. Well, she left England in > April of 1812, traveling, according to some, at speeds, and at a time > that the Titanic never should have been traveling - but remember, > the Titanic was unsinkable, right? Until it hit that iceberg. Actually it > only scraped the iceberg. Most passengers never even knew about > it, but that simple scrape had left a deep hole in the hull below the > water line. For a while no one knew how much danger they were in. > But within a relatively short time the unsinkable ship was gone. The > man who had designed it, went down with the ship. This crusty old > survivor summed up her lifetime reflections on the Titanic in a few > haunting words, she just said, "It was a monument to human > arrogance." > > Human arrogance. It sinks more than ships. Pride has cost many > people their Eternity. > > Our word for today from the Word of God, Matthew 18:2, "He > (Jesus) called a little child and had him stand among them and He > said: 'I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little > children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Therefore, > whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the > Kingdom of Heaven.' " It's pretty sobering. If you can't become > humble and dependent, you'll never see Heaven! Why? Well, a lot of > us are human Titanics steaming along through life feeling unsinkable. > Our motto is "I can handle it." We think that spirit of independence > and self-effort will somehow also help us make it with God. That's a > tragic miscalculation. My evaluation of me doesn't matter, I'm not > the judge, only God's matters. > > Here's what he says in Romans chapter 3:10, "There is no one > righteous, no not one . . . every mouth will be silenced and the whole > world held accountable to God." No one will be declared righteous in > his sight. We're sailing right for an iceberg called the judgment of > God and we're not ready. We're counting on being unsinkable but > we're headed for an Eternal tragedy. > > Jesus said pride would keep people out of Heaven, religious pride, > family pride, image pride. He said we needed to become like a little > child who willingly admits that he cannot make it without outside > help. You see, that's why Jesus came. The Bible says, "When we > were still powerless Christ died for the ungodly, while we were still > sinners, Christ died for us. Sin carries an Eternal death penalty. It can > only be paid by someone dying. And in his awesome love for you and > me, God's own Son did the dying for us on His cross, and now He > calls us to come to him, not proud and self-sufficient, but realizing > we have nothing to contribute to our own rescue. We just have to > bow at his cross and say Jesus you're my only hope. > > Every day you live without that personal surrender to the Savior, > is an Eternal risk. Somewhere out there in that distance, maybe not > very far, is the iceberg. But you can prepare for it now and maybe > miss it completely by finally getting yourself to that cross to put all > your trust in Jesus. If you've never done that, and it's time, I'd love to > pray for you and send you a booklet that will show you how to below > to Christ. > > Pride. It cost people their lives that awful night on the Titanic. > Please, don't let it cost you Heaven, open your heart to Jesus today. > Only He is unsinkable, and you can belong to Him. > > Written by Ron Hutchcraf > > Copyright 2000 > Ron Hutchcraft Ministries > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> > The Language of the Heart > > Soapy Smith is a twenty-four-pound calico rex rabbit. A > rex rabbit's coat lacks the stiff guard hairs of other breeds, > resulting in a fur texture that is as soft as a cloud. People > look startled when they first touch him and remark how soft he > is. I've noticed he seems to make everyone who meets him a > little softer, too. > One day, Soapy Smith and I visited a shelter for battered > women located in a bedraggled section of the city. The women in > the shelter looked at me through downcast eyes. No one smiled a > greeting, and they appeared uninterested in Soapy's carrier. > Everyone seemed tense and ready to flee. One little girl in > particular moved like a wisp in the background. Never raising > her eyes, never reaching out, she drifted in and out of the > gathered group. The staff informed me that she had been there > for over a month and had not spoken the entire time. Nothing > they tried had any effect. Her mother said she had talked at > one time but not in recent memory. I didn't want to imagine > what could have happened to rob this little girl of the natural > curiosity and enthusiasm so natural to childhood. > Spreading a blanket on the floor, I sat down and opened > Soapy's carrier. As the silent child circled past me, I told > the group that Soapy would come to talk to them if they sat on > his blanket. Several children did this, including the silent > girl. In a short time, Soapy emerged from his carrier and > slowly hopped from one child to another. Unlike visits at > schools where the first touches produced squeals of delight, > this visit was unusually quiet. After touching Soapy, these > children looked down and sighed softly or smiled into their > hands. Soapy continued his rounds, and the children and their > mothers gradually began to talk about Soapy and ask questions. > I chatted with the women and children as I kept one eye on > the little girl. She sat rigidly at the edge of the blanket, > legs held stiffly out straight in front of her. She was staring > hard at Soapy. It appeared that he kept making eye contact with > her. He would hop from child to child, each visit taking him a > little closer to the girl. I began to wonder if he was pausing > to give her time to watch him. During all other visits we had > given together in schools, his usual behavior was to hop around > the circle letting each person pet him. When he got back to me > he would wash his face and then start the circle again. > That day, I watched as Soapy finally worked his way toward > the girl. She didn't reach out to him or encourage him in any > way. Rather she sat tensely, just staring. > Finally Soapy came to a stop about two inches from her > thigh. He quietly reached out and laid his chin on her knee. I > was astonished. While a common behavior for dogs, this is not a > behavior exhibited by rabbits, especially not by this rabbit. > The child did not reach out to pet Soapy. Instead, she > slowly leaned toward him. When her face was within inches of > his, she carefully reached out and circled him with her arms. > So softly that no one in the room could hear, she began to talk. > Folded around the rabbit, she pillowed her head on his back and > whispered to him. Soapy remained motionless. > I looked up and noticed that the shelter workers had > stopped talking. Every adult in the room froze in place. Time > seemed suspended. Then quietly the child unfolded and sat back > up. Soapy sat up too, reached forward and briskly licked her > knee. She did not smile. She did not reach out to him, but the > rigidity of her back relaxed, and her shoulders rounded into a > comfortable slope. The little girl stood up and walked over to > her mother and began to suck her thumb. > The little girl reappeared when I was preparing to leave. > She reached her hands out and looked me directly in the eye. I > held Soapy out to her. She wrapped him in a big hug and pressed > her face against him. Suspended from my hands as he was, I was > concerned that he would begin to struggle. Instead he reached > out his head again and laid it on the child's shoulder. His > breathing slowed and he closed his eyes. As quickly as it > happened, the little girl released her hug and stepped back. As > she turned away, I thought I saw the beginnings of a faint > smile. > The rabbit in his cloud of soft, warm fur had touched > something deep in the child - something that had died from too > much hard experience. Soapy's innocence and trust appeared to > kindle those very same qualities in the little girl. > Numerous times, I've seen how the loving presence of an > animal can heal where words have no effect. It seems the > language of the heart is simple after all. > > By Maureen Fredrickson > Program director for the Delta Society > Excerpted from Animals As Guides for the Soul by Susan Chernak > McElroy (c) 1998, from Chicken Soup for the Cat & Dog Lover's > Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Marty Becker, D.V.M. > and Carol Kline. > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Woo-Hoo -and-a-Whoop-dee-Doo~! Welcome back Lala~! :-) How are you~? How ya been~? Great to see you kath

Hey Kath, Remember all of those water balloons we used to throw. Course they were all red ones. <g> I remember Asa being sneaky and sending me one in my private email and boy was I surprised. Asa, are you still playing with balloons? <g> Elsie At 12:52 PM 5/17/01 -0700, you wrote: >Heeheehee~! :-) > I better get my Paddington raincoat and hat on. > Vicki has water b'loons and she's a wild woman~! LOL~! :-) > kath > > > > Maybe I will anyway, just for good measure! Don't go hidin' behind Granny > > or Elsie -- I'll throw 'em anyway! vicki > > > > > > SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!! > > > > > > GOTCHA!!!!!!!!! > > > > (vicki runnin' like the devil is after her!!) > > > > > hey girl!! love you too but if you call me a brat again, i'll throw a > > water > > > balloon at ya!! haha vicki > > > > > > > > > > :P > > > > brat! > > > > love you > > > > missi > > > >