I just ordered two of these babies. I'm so excited!! Eastern snake-necked turtles make marvelous pets. Even wild caught specimens will tame down in a matter of weeks and accept food from your fingers. Soon they begin to swim frantically to the front of the aquarium as you enter the room, and will try to swim out of the water as you approach. Like many semi-aquatic freshwater turtles, they can be humorous to watch and can give their owner many hours of enjoyment. I would recommend one of these turtles to the beginner and advanced hobbyist alike. http://www.micronet.net/users/~turtles/exotics/chelodina.html Great picture here!

Just need to let you know we all went out for supper, a new one we had never tried before. Mexcian, and it wasn't bad but won't go back, like Casa's G better. I gave the Miss Piggy things to her and she was so happy, she said everytime she came and saw them she wanted them ever since I said they were her's. She said she really like the one that was her ma's and the one with Miss Piggy in the metal pink car. I'm sure I'll buy more if I see them for her. I want to make her a scrap book on Jim Henderson and Sammy Davis Jr. ayet, that will be for another time. Hope you all had a good night. Love Grannie Annie ----- Original Message ----- From: Kath <mzmouser@home.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 6:34 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Today in History - May 16th > Thanks Grannie Annie. > Happy Birthday Annie~! :-) > Hugs~! > kath

Erick, you're mail is bouncing back. kath

Hey gang, my Memorial Day Site is up,my sister-in-law reminded me that it was this month. Said I got a little ahead of myself with the Fourth of July site. Oh well! here's the site http://ampsupport.com/Memorial. Fathers day site will be up a couple of days as well. that will be at http://ampsupport.com/Father . Cheers Fred Please Visit our Amputee Support Web Site at http://ampsupport.com

Slow Cooker Tomatillo Salsa with Peppers The little green tomato-like tomatillos are an ancient fruit favored by the Aztecs. They come "gift wrapped" in a delicate, papery husk and average one to two inches in diameter. Tart and hard, even when ripe, these aren't good uncooked, but they are lovely in recipes like this one, which brings out their sweetness. This tri-colored salsa is great with chips or served alongside fish, chicken or other dishes. [or Jicama] 1/4 C plus 3 tablespoons olive oil 6 medium shallots, peeled and minced 4 garlic cloves, peeled and finely chopped 1 lb. fresh tomatillos, outer skin removed and cut in half 1 lg. red bell pepper, seeded and cut into 1 inch pieces 1 lg. yellow bell pepper, seeded and cut into 1 inch pieces 1 lg. orange bell pepper, seeded and cut into 1 inch pieces 1/4 C chopped cilantro 1/3 C tomato paste 1/4 C water 1 dried chipotle pepper, seeded and cut into very small pieces OR 1 canned chipotle in adobo sauce, seeded and minced Yield: About 6 Cups Cooking Time: 1 1/2 to 2 hours on HIGH Slow Cooker Size: 2 1/2 Quart Heat 1/4 cup olive oil in a small sauté pan over medium heat and sauté the shallots until they have softened. Scrape them into the insert of a slow cooker. (OR. If your microwave oven is large enough to hold the slow cooker insert, place the oil and shallots in the insert, cover with the inverted lid or a flat plate, and place the insert in the microwave. Cook on high for 4-5 minutes, or until the shallots have softened.) Place the remaining ingredients, including the 3 tablespoons of oil, in the slow cooker insert. Cover and cook on HIGH for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, or until the vegetables are soft but not mushy. Serve with corn chips. The salsa can be stored, covered, in the refrigerator for up to two weeks.

Slow Cooker Rosemary or Basil Infused Oil Note from Cheri: The recipe and text below is reprintd from Slow Cooker Cooking by Lora Brody (2001 William Morrow). This innovative book puts a classic appliance to a variety of new uses, as in this clever recipe. I love rosemary-infused oil for stirring into soup, for drizzling on pasta and vegetables, and for dipping with good Italian bread. When I've made it in the past on my stovetop, it was hard to keep the oil in a small saucepan from getting too hot too fast. Those days are over. I can't believe how wonderful the slow cooker is for making this versatile addition to the year round pantry. The finished infusion is a lovely pale green, and your kitchen will smell like Provence. 1 C mild olive or vegetable oil 1/4 C packed chopped fresh rosemary leaves OR 1/3 to 1/2 C packed roughly chopped fresh basil leaves Yield: 1 Cup Cooking Time: 1 1/2 to 2 hours Slow Cooker Size: 4 Quart Place the oil and the rosemary (or basil) in the insert of the slow cooker. Cook on high, uncovered, for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, then turn the cooker off. Allow the oil to cool for about 20 minutes, and then pour it through a sieve lined with a clean paper towel or paper coffee filter into a metal bowl. When the oil is completely cool, transfer it to a clean glass jar, cover and refrigerate for up to 1 month; after that the flavor may fade. The oil may cloud under refrigeration, but it will become clear again at room temperature.

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My Very Own Rose by Catie Gosselin This week my lavender plants were a riot of blooms. I have one in my front yard that has grown so much, it will soon require its own area code. Despite the heat and overbearing humidity, I trekked my sons out with me, armed with a gathering basket and clippers. As I trimmed the lavender, explaining how I would hang it from the beams in our kitchen to dry, I let them smell the flowers, and stow them in the basket for me. We all agreed that the scent of lavender in bloom is just about as close to heaven as one can get. Prior to heading into the house, I noticed our roses were also out in full force, so off we headed to gather flowers for the dinner table. Now, before you become too impressed, I must confess I do not have my sister's talent for nurturing plants. I am convinced the reason for the rose's success is that they are some disease and insect resistant hybrid. In the process of creating such a hardy flower, however, the scent of this rose was lost. They are firecracker red, but the roses have no scent at all. My eldest son, however, explained that the reason I could not enjoy the scent of theses roses was that my technique was wrong. He suggested I "smell the air first, then smell the rose." From the expression of utter joy on his face, I almost believed he could find a scent. I gathered what we needed for the table, and then snipped a single rose for each child. I explained that I had single-bud vases for each, and they may keep their flower on their bureaus. My youngest son acted as if I had given him the most precious gift possible. "My very own rose in my very own vase!" he exclaimed over and over. I didn't drain my checkbook for a day at an amusement park, but I gave my children a wonderful memory of rich summer scents, special treasures, and an appreciation of nature. What gift did I receive from my children? The ability to see this moment for what it was...pure magic. I didn't care that my hair had frizzed seven times its normal size from the humidity. It didn't matter that I don't have the most astonishing gardens in our neighborhood. For that minute, we were all able to "be" in the moment, to enjoy where we were and appreciate what we have. If only my eyes could always be so innocent and unjaded.

Mother's Roses By Beverly Orris My Mother was a gardner and had a 20 by 20 foot rose bed outside her bedroom door. It was always smelling heavenly when they were in bloom and the bedroom and hall smelled of roses. My Grandmother Susie and Great Grandmother Belle had all grown roses, both in Ireland and America. Momma grew the same old fashioned kind in deep red and pinks that hung with a sweet fragrance in the East Texas air. I have memories of her down on her knees in the dirt with manure being mixed in with coffee grounds and egg shells and goodness knows what else for their growth. Mother had a special vase in the vestibule of our house that held the roses so the fragrance would waft up when someone came to the front door. This rarely happened as we were back door people! At Easter Momma would make sure I was wearing a red rose and she did to. Red meant your mother was living and white meant she was dead. In March of 1959 on the 11 my beloved Grandma Susie died. My Mother pinned the red rose on me that Easter and she wore a white carnation from the florist as she grew no white roses in her garden. In 1973 my beloved mother died and so much of my world would end forever then. Her coffin was covered in pink carnations as it was November and red roses were too expensive Daddy said. I have always regretted not putting roses on her coffin and just hang the cost. But I was young and was too much in shock to push for that with Daddy. He would have done it if he had known how much it meant to me. Funerals are really for the living after all, aren't they? That spring, in 1974, Momma's roses began to bloom again. That Easter I pinned a red rose on my daughter but did not pin a white one on myself. I could not bear to do it. My beloved mother was not dead to me. In the flesh she was, but not in my heart and that is where she remains till this very day. I pinned a red one on me. Red for Life and red for Momma and most of all red for the generations of women who's blood flowed thru my veins, women that cooked, sewed, cleaned and came to a new world ... my heritage was scented with the sweet smell of red roses. My daughter Raine grows red roses on her side patio in the studio she lives in on Main Street in Dallas. Yes, we have come full circle..from my mother digging in the dirt some near thirty years ago, to her granddaughter carrying on the tradition. It is a circle and we call it life. It is for the living and the dead, as we are intertwined with each other and always will be.

The Perennials Remember Jan Philpot "Don't eat the dirt!" I think I remember my mother warning me of that many yea-long years ago.or maybe it was more like, "Wash your hands before you eat". Today I was tempted to "eat the dirt". It looked chocolaty and moist and utterly life giving. There is nothing that feels more healthy to me than digging around in fat black soil, tucking little plants in, giving them a drink, moving on to dig around in more fat black soil. I positively feel healthy with dirty hands, as long as they got that way digging about to make a home for something green. Maybe it is the ancestry kicking in, since the majority of mine, up until a generation ago, made their living by the soil. Of course it was not "food stuffs", but flowers I was tucking in. And as always, a trip to the market was in order to replace the annuals. Their "happy little faces", for that is how I always think of them, brightened the flowerbeds. I do not profess to have a "green thumb", but spring is not spring without the ritual of welcoming flowers to our lives. Perennials are my favorites. Never ceases to amaze me that Mother's Day is always trumpeted in with a snowball bush heavy with blooms, or that my tulips never forget me, and the forsythia forever heralds visitors. Never ceases to be a comforting miracle when the first fragrant scents of lilac remind me this is spring. They are old friends. They have bid me hello each season for nigh on thirty years now. As amazed as I am with the annual miracle, I would be as hurt and disappointed as if a human friend had neglected to "drop in", should they forget me each year. But they don't. And I expect they will drop by to say hello for many a spring when I am no longer here. I hope so. They are a part of what makes this place a home. The snowball that has been the backdrop for many a Mother's Day photo, many a prom picture, has survived two tornadoes, once torn to its very roots. The azalea was my first Mother's Day gift many years ago. The tulips my children helped me plant, when they were so young their little chubby hands had to be guided to drop the bulbs in their respective places. The perennials are more than beautiful old friends. They are memories; they are annual celebrations of a long ago happy moment, each one of them. They never forget, nor allow me to forget, and they return to remind me of a blessed life. And so I know, even when I am no longer in this place, they will return to celebrate the happy stories of my life. Just as my grandmother's do. She lived in what is now known as Land Between the Lakes. The people who lived there for generations between the rivers were moved out by government dictum. Some were relocated to make way for the lakes and dams, some for the easements, and others, my own family, bought out that the communities be disbanded, the homes be torn down, the people scattered, to create a wildlife refuge and sportsman's paradise. That they did. And in pain, the people left the land upon which they had lived generation after generation, the place they had given birth and buried their own. And in confusion, frustration, often anger, they left all they had known and their people had known, and now the generations of those families are scattered all over the country. The place now is much like it must have been when my ancestor first came to it early in the 1800's. No trace of a homestead remains, and visiting the area means one must come prepared to do battle with ticks and copperheads. Few of us there are, and fewer every year, who can point and say whose homestead was here, whose there, where the tiny white church house stood, or the one room school. The younger generation, many well advanced toward middle age now, sees only a wilderness where we point. But the perennials remember. Not a foundation and not a board remains. Not a chimney rises from the undergrowth. Trees grow where the kitchen was, and the forest has encroached upon and covered the pastures and the yard. But where my grandmother planted flowers, where her own children's chubby hands were guided to plant the seeds and tuck them deep in the soil, still they spring up annually to celebrate a moment nearly a century ago. If one looks about with eyes that wish to recognize, they will see a rose here, a lily there, a daffodil yonder. The homes were torn down, buildings moved, the forest allowed to reclaim what was its own.but the perennials remember. And celebrate. Every year they yawn, and stretch and burst forth in cheerful celebration of the lives of people who tended them long ago and now are gone. Whatever befell those people, their flowers are not silenced. That at least, could not be taken away. Once there was a people here, who settled a land, and flourished. Once there was a people here who built homes and schools and churches, and tended their soil. And the perennials will forever remember;the happy moments of her life, my life, and your own.

Thanks Fred. <smile> Patti ----- Original Message ----- From: Fred Butts To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, May 17, 2001 7:31 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Fathers Day Site 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 ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== "second star to the right and straight on 'til morning" »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Beauty on the inside: Cantaloupes are in season now! They are just $1.00 here in Florida and they are as big as a soccer ball. This is one of those foods that you can eat until you are plugged full! Cantaloupes are full or Vitamin A (beta-carotene) and vitamin C. It is also high in potassium. Eat all you want and you probably will eat just 100 calories.

HERBAL HEALING SALVE 2 oz dried comfrey leaves 1 oz dried calendula flowers 2 cups olive oil 1 oz pure beeswax 4 drops each tea tree and lavender essential oil Heat herbs in olive oil over low heat for about 5 hours. Do not let the oil boil or bubble. A Crock-Pot or the lowest temperature setting on a range should be suitable for heating this mixture. (If the lowest setting is too hot, turn off the heat once it has warmed the oil...it should keep warm for at least and hour....then repeat the process twice.) After cooking, strain out the herbs while oil is still warm. Place 1 1/4 cups of the herb oil in a pan, add beeswax and heat just enough to melt the wax. Add essential oils and stir. Finally, pour the salve into widemouthed jars. Store at room temperature. >From Herbs for Health and Healing by Kathi Keville

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It's not that hard to really change, I have a daughter that has been a diabetic since she was 12, she is almost 40. Every 0ne in our house all at the same time ate the same foods, and hardly knew the difference. In fact some of my recipes I changed very little and am knowen for makeing the best potatoe salad in the whole family. I really have no recipe I just cook the potatoes and the dressing I mixed a dash of this and a dab of that, and when it tastes like what I want it's done. So with a few little changes I'm sure you'll do fine. Weight Watchers recipes are good ones. Prayers being sent your way. Love Grannie Annie ----- Original Message ----- From: Cece <mawcee@mindspring.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 5:10 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Mango-Banana Smoothie (diabetic recipe) > Thanks so much for posting these recipes. I was diagnosed today with > diabetes. I am in a total state of shock and will have to "un- learn" 34 > yrs. of cooking, shopping, and eating-- FAST. I certainly know I am in the > company of a lot of good people, and if anyone wants to offer advice, I will > welcome testimonies, recipes, DIABETIC FOLKLORE !! The other day I bought a > magazine put out new, by Prevention magazine. It is the same shape and > weight as Prevention, but it is called OUTSMART DIABETES. I don't know why > I bought it (Guardian Angel knew something I didn't?!!), but had forgotten I > bought it until right after the doctors call. Cleaning off my stack of > papers, there it was !! > > So, I really appreciate your recipes Kath, and will be going into the > archives, looking at them with a different perspective. > > No candy for me !! > > Cece

=========================================================== COOL TRAVEL MAIL'S S T R A N G E D E S T I N A T I O N S The Best Vacation Spots This Side of The Other Side! =========================================================== http://www.CoolTravelMail.com Tuesday, May 15, 2001 Today's visitations include: * MOMO: THE SHOW-ME SASQUATCH * TIME-TRIPPING WITH TWAIN * CAVES OF WONDER ------------------------------------------------------------ MOMO: THE SHOW-ME SASQUATCH ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Pacific Northwest doesn't have a patent on hulking, hairy hominids. Folks around Louisiana, MO, have told stories of fuzzy wild men of the forest since the 1800s. In 1972, sightings of this Midwestern Bigfoot attracted national attention and led to the recording of a regionally popular country song about the beast.. They call him Momo * short for Missouri Monster. During the '72 flap, this unusually aggressive ape-man (He was spotted carrying a dead, bleeding dog and reportedly stole a peanut butter sandwich from some picnickers.) was glimpsed all along Louisiana stretch of the Mississippi River, from St. Charles County north to Hannibal, according to author William Stage. (http://www.n2.net/prey/bigfoot/creatures/momo.htm) For several years after the rash of sightings, Louisiana * a slow-moving Mississippi River town of about 4,000 * celebrated Momo Days, where fun-loving residents put wigs on backwards and walked around in public. (Hey, what do you expect from a town of 4,000, Animatronic floats and gorilla suits?) Although the celebration has gone the way of the neanderthal, interest in the monster was rekindled late last month, when an investigative team from the International Society of Cryptozoology visited to look for Momo clues. The expedition was led by Billy "Bigfoot" Riley, a native of nearby Hannibal, and one of the key Momo witnesses during the '72 sighting spree. Riley, who didn't go public with his story for six years after it happened, said he was walking alone at night along Route B near Louisiana when he was startled by a stampeding herd of cows. Behind the animals, silhouetted in the moonlight, he saw a 9- to 12-foot-tall figure. A stench like "sulfur and rotten flesh" turned his stomach and a "god-awful" scream/roar split the still night. The shadowy figure moved toward him, and Riley started to run. He made it to a nearby farmhouse, but not before the creature got close enough for Riley to see that he was covered with human-like hair and had glowing red eyes. Riley went on to form Bigfootbusters.com (http://www.bigfootbusters.com), an organization committed to "the search for truth and verification of the existence of Bigfoot." It is also, apparently, dedicated to collecting $20 membership fees, selling T-shirts and caps with the Bigfootbusters logo (Minimum order: $45) and advertising camping equipment and night goggles. Riley's site details his frightening encounter and offers some equally frightening photos of himself, circa 1972. (Yes, I had flare pants and bushy hair that year too. I never said you should hold it against him.) The site also offers reprints of coverage of his recent expedition by the Louisiana Press Journal, the Bowling Green Times and The Quincy Herald-Whig. As far as I can tell, the expedition made $3 a head for delivering a lecture on the scientific search for Bigfoot, but didn't find any new evidence. That would be a disappointment from last year, when Riley's visit to Louisiana turned up a 13-inch human-looking footprint on Star Hill, a hairy hominid hotspot in 1972. To learn more about Momo, I recommend a report by Loren Coleman, a cryptozoological expert, university professor and author, posted at http://www2.truman.edu/~adavis/momo.html. If you're short on time, there's a concise item detailing Louisiana's summer of '72 available at http://www.theunexplainedsite.com/momo.shtml. ------------------------------------------------------------ TIME-TRIPPING WITH TWAIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Louisiana is a sleepy Mississippi River community known for stately, Civil War-era homes, and Missouri's most intact Victorian streetscape, according to the city's homepage: http://www.louisianamo.com/index.html That's fine for some. Some like sleepy. For the rest of you, I recommend driving about 20 miles upstream to Hannibal. Hannibal has historic houses, but has the added tourist highlight of being the birthplace of Samuel L. Clemens, better known as Mark Twain. It's haunted, sort of. Not with the traditional lost souls of the dearly departed, yada, yada, yada, but with the ghost images of the cultural icons Clemens created in his hometown. Most Americans have grown up reading about Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. At a minimum, they've seen one of the many television or movie adaptations of the books. Tom's fence-painting scam, and his and Becky Thatcher's adventures in the cave running from Injun Joe are chiseled on the American psyche. It's part of our culture. Those stories were basically set in Hannibal. In recent decades, the city has recreated itself to tap into this literary common bond * one of the few left since they stopped using Dick and Jane in first grade reading classes * by renovating sections of the city to remind visitors of the Hannibal Tom, Huck and Becky lived in. A six-building museum tour takes visitors to the boyhood home that inspired "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", complete with whitewashed fence. The Twain Museum on Main Street has a permanent display of 15 Norman Rockwell paintings used to illustrate special editions of Clemens' books. There's also a replica of a riverboat pilot house. Truly enthusiastic Clemens fans can spin the pilot wheel and sound the steamboat whistle. Hard-core fans can yell out "Mark Twain!" while their traveling partners melt, red-faced, into the anonymous crowd. There's a good description of a day with Clemens' literary ghosts available at http://www.todaysseniors.com/travel/hannibal.shtml. Or, you can punch up the city's tourism site at http://www.hanmo.com/. If you're planning a Momo hunt in the area, you might want to time your vacation to coincide with National Tom Sawyer Days, a family-oriented downtown festival Hannibal has celebrated for nearly half a century. This year, the event runs from July 4 to 7, according to the city's events list. (http://www.visithannibal.com/events.html) It features the National Fence Painting Championships, a frog jumping contest, mud volleyball tournament and a Tomboy Sawyer competition. Bed and breakfasts are definitely the way to go in any historic town, and Hannibal is no exception. One proprietor seems to manage a lot of cozy-looking properties. You can check out the accommodations at http://www.lulabelles.com/. Of course, if you're a serious sasquatch spotter, you'll probably want to spend your nights in the woods. There are at least three campgrounds that would welcome both you and your infrared binoculars. Check out: http://www.visithannibal.com/camping.html. While you're in Hannibal, make sure you take a ride on a riverboat (http://www.marktwainriverboat.com/) and check out the caves that inspired the exciting finale of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" (http://www.marktwaincave.com/) ----------------------------------------------------------- SCREAMING JOHNNIE'S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are tales of REAL ghosts in Hannibal, but the details are sketchy. An American Ghost Society report on Hannibal notes that "strange things" have been reported in the part of Mt. Olivet Cemetery filled with Civil War graves, but doesn't give specifics. (http://www.angelfire.com/il/ghostsociety/han.html) That same report talked about an unsettling visit to the ruins of an old church known locally as Screaming Johnnies, but doesn't offer any hints about where to find it. It is a broken shell of a building desecrated by spray paint and beer cans, the investigators said. While the investigators were there, they had an uneasy feeling, walked through several cold spots and noticed slight movements on their electromagnetic flux readers. The area around the ruins used to be a pasture with an open well, according to the report. One day, an 8-year-old boy named Johnnie fell down into the well and drowned. After that, families living near the well began to hear the screams of a young boy coming from the well. They would investigate, but find nothing. Fearing another child might fall into the well, local residents filled it with dirt and sand. Despite that, the screams are supposedly still heard on quiet nights. In 1856 a church was built on top of the well and a cemetery established behind it. When the church caught fire a few later, firefighters spotted a young boy standing among the gravestones. One of the firemen tried to coax him out, only to have the boy turn and disappear into the darkness. The church was abandoned. ------------------------------------------------------------ If any of you have any more information about Screaming Johnnie's, please let me know. It sounds like an interesting place to visit after last call. As always, you can contact me at: <a href=" mailto:fred@CoolTravelMail.com ">Email Fred</a> Until next time. Your editor, Fred ************************************************************ TELL-A-FRIEND about CoolTravelMail! Visit: <a href=" www.CoolTravelMail.com/friends/ ">Tell-A-Friend</a> Feel free to forward this, in its entirety, to others. (c)2001 CoolTravelMail. All rights reserved.

Pig farmers have never done well in the United States. Most Americans prefer beef to pork. Hamburger is an American favorite but contains no ham. The porcine raisers were hopeful to see a significant increase in their business after the scares about health over beef, but most of the benefits had gone to the poultry and fish industries. Sale of ham and bacon remained virtually unchanged. Because of this, The National Porcine Association hired a major Madison Avenue advertising firm to boost sale of pork products. They decided on an intensive campaign to saturate magazines television and radio with ads urging people to eat pork patties. The campaign was given an extra boost when Congress was convinced to designate the second of February as the day when every family would be urged to eat pork sausage. That day would be celebrated nationally, of course, as ... Ground Hog Day.

Thanks Cece, I didn't know about putting the cursor where I wanted to insert my picture-kewel! Patti ----- Original Message ----- From: Cece To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, May 17, 2001 5:55 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Found an answer to my question Given to me by "Summer". I was trying to use the signature file for yp-loading my saved clip art, but in this case, you need to use picture, then browse "my documents" if that is where your clip art/signatures are stored. Cece ------Too bad Rootsweb won't let me demonstrate !! To insert an image into Outlook Express e-mail. In new message, put you cursor where you want your image to be. Then click on INSERT, then PICTURE. A box will pop up. Click on Browse. Get the saved file. Highlight and click on open. Then the original box that popped up will still be there. Click on OK and your image should be where you put your cursor. TIP: If you want to preview the image because you forgot which one you wants name, click on "thumbnails'. To do this, at the top of the box, next to the "look in" window, are some sort of icons. There are 3 on mine. Click on the one that looks sort of like a menu with a down pointing arrow next to it. Some list of words will pop up. Click on THUMBNAILS. Now you'll see mini images of the ones in your folder. Or, while the images are still a list, you can right click on one and then click on OPEN WITH, then IMAGE PREVIEW. You can make this box bigger by dragging the corners. Just put your cursor on the corner. When the double sided arrow appears, drag the box to make bigger. Be careful not to make it so big that you lose where it says open and cancel on the bottom. If so, then just drag the upper corners down to have box be smaller. Don't forget that you can bring the whole box higher on the page by putting cursor on the top of box and just lift the box up. ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== A very friendly warm list. We are one BIG Happy Folk Family. »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Thanks so much for posting these recipes. I was diagnosed today with diabetes. I am in a total state of shock and will have to "un- learn" 34 yrs. of cooking, shopping, and eating-- FAST. I certainly know I am in the company of a lot of good people, and if anyone wants to offer advice, I will welcome testimonies, recipes, DIABETIC FOLKLORE !! The other day I bought a magazine put out new, by Prevention magazine. It is the same shape and weight as Prevention, but it is called OUTSMART DIABETES. I don't know why I bought it (Guardian Angel knew something I didn't?!!), but had forgotten I bought it until right after the doctors call. Cleaning off my stack of papers, there it was !! So, I really appreciate your recipes Kath, and will be going into the archives, looking at them with a different perspective. No candy for me !! Cece ----- Original Message ----- From: Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 5:54 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Mango-Banana Smoothie (diabetic recipe) > Mango-Banana Smoothie >

Cannot be done in the signature box. Have to insert animation onto your leter by clicking "insert" or "format". patti ----- Original Message ----- From: Cece To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, May 17, 2001 11:02 AM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Outlook Express Question I have finally learned how to upload signatures into my mail program to use on individual letters. I don't have the place checked that sends an automatic signature with each letter. I followed the directions on my help screen for this technique. I typed a letter. Hit insert. Clicked on one of my 11 (!!) signatures I saved, and a prompt came up saying: Warning: The signature file specified is not a valid text file. The signature feature has been disabled. Do you have a clue as to the problem? The files I uploaded are not just my name, but antimation too. Would that make a difference? I hope not, as this is what I want to use. Thanks ever so much. Cece ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== Your Listresses: Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«