Hello and welcome to folklore Alex. :-) Kath Washington State Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Perfect~! :*) Thank you. kath > My aunt sent me this story and when I read it I just had to share it. I hope > you enjoy it as much as I did. > > When God Created Moms >>>> > "She's too soft," she sighed. "But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You > cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure." "Can she think?" "Not only > think, but she can reason and compromise," said the Creator. Finally the > angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she > pronounced. "I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model." > "It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear." "What's it for?" "It's for > joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride." "You're a genius," > said the angel. The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there." > (Erma Bombeck)

She would just love them all. From infancy, she has been a critter lover. She would have a million if she could. Pat in Las Vegas Turk McGee wrote: > She would wig out at all the other critters I already have, Pat. She'd > > have a ball!! And I'd be very careful not to allow her to hold the > biters. > They really don't hurt when they bite me, but I'm so used to it I > swear I > don't even notice. The ones that have real teeth, those I have a lot > of > respect for!! I like my fingers where they are, thank you very much! >

Thanks Chipmush~! :-) back home now. Boy am I tuckered~! love and hugs, kath > have a good time, Kath > > luvya > > > well, I'm off to the drag races~! LOL~! :-) Tonight is the Highschool > drags. > Johnnie is chompin' at the bit, so I better make this quick. <G> :-) > Happy Friday & Weekend everybody~! > love, > kath

> By the way, Turk, are you okay? Hope everything's alright with you and your > family. > Love you all, > angie > > << Hi Angie, I'm super duper fine! I just like asking questions! *G* Next September I am getting three of these: http://reptilia.dk/tegu.html Then in October I'll be getting three of these!! http://www.albinotegu.com/cornuta.html Now what could possibly be better!!

And when I tell my nine-year old neice she will want to come live with you! Pat in Las Vegas Turk McGee wrote: > I'm super duper fine! I just like asking questions! *G* > > Next September I am getting three of these: > > http://reptilia.dk/tegu.html > > Then in October I'll be getting three of these!! > > http://www.albinotegu.com/cornuta.html > > Now what could possibly be better!! > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

The thought of death used to make me pretty nervous. As I recovered from a serious illness I was not expected to recover from, I began to change my mind. I fear intractable pain a lot more!! I grew up with grandparents and great-grandparents. Now they, and my parents, and step-parents and a son, are all on the other side. Strange how the thought no longer makes me nervous. I believe time is perceived differently over there, so what may seem a long time to us may not seem so long to those who have gone before us. I also believe those loved ones are waiting for us with out-stretched arms we we arrive in their midst. I believe it will be a reunion of such joy we cannot even imagine it. Pat in Las Vegas

I'm still here daughter; Please don't mourn for me I'm still here, though you don't see. I'm right by your side each night and day and within your heart I long to stay. My body is gone but I'm always near. I'm everything you feel, see or hear. My spirit is free, but I'll never depart as long as you keep me alive in your heart. I'll never wander out of your sight ~ I'm the brightest star on a summer night. I'll never be beyond your reach ~ I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach. I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around and the pure white snow that blankets the ground. I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond, The clear cool water in a quiet pond. I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring, The first warm raindrop that April will bring. I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine, and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine. When you start thinking there's no one to love you, you can talk to me through the Lord above you. I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees, and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze. I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep. I'm the smile you see on a baby's face. Just look for me, daughter I'm everyplace! Author Unknown > It really is just a > transformation, but not everyone believes that - my own sister doesn't > believe that the soul lives on after the body dies. Sometimes I can "feel" my > son's presence and it makes my heart sing to know that he is still "around" > us and sharing with us, even though we can't see him. I miss him very much, > but he's with God!

I don't think I am really afraid of dying, I just don't want to stop living! :) I can relate to what Missy said, too. It really is just a transformation, but not everyone believes that - my own sister doesn't believe that the soul lives on after the body dies. Sometimes I can "feel" my son's presence and it makes my heart sing to know that he is still "around" us and sharing with us, even though we can't see him. I miss him very much, but he's with God! I think about it this way, and sometimes I get rather creative so bear with me, I picture him doing all the things he likes with everyone up there and having family get togethers with his family who "relocated" to Heaven before him. Fishing with his Uncle Bill, eating cookies at his great-great grandmothers' houses, just whatever comes to mind. They're all there, taking care of each other and that's what is a big comfort to me. By the way, Turk, are you okay? Hope everything's alright with you and your family. Love you all, angie << Hi Angie, You expressed my feelings here too. kath > Probably for many reasons do people fear death. It's an unknown and we have > to experience it alone . Many people fear being alone, or leaving their loved > ones. I guess there are many reasons, even just the fear of change. And it's > beyond our control and us humans, well, we like to be in control, don't we? > :) > angie > > << Why is everybody so afraid to die? >>

have a good time, Kath luvya ----- Original Message ----- From: Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, May 11, 2001 4:22 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Drag races well, I'm off to the drag races~! LOL~! :-) Tonight is the Highschool drags. Johnnie is chompin' at the bit, so I better make this quick. <G> :-) Happy Friday & Weekend everybody~! love, kath

well, I'm off to the drag races~! LOL~! :-) Tonight is the Highschool drags. Johnnie is chompin' at the bit, so I better make this quick. <G> :-) Happy Friday & Weekend everybody~! love, kath Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

New Toeless Pantyhose If you like to bare your toes in warm weather but can't live without the support of pantyhose, you're in luck: Manufacturers have just introduced a new line of toeless hose that slip on flip-flop style. To see how well they fit with a variety of summer footwear, volunteers brought their favorite sandals to the Good Housekeeping Institute textiles department. Our tests revealed that toeless hose work well with slides — sandals that have a band at least one inch across the top. But with strappier shoes and thongs, the seam may show — not an attractive look. We also evaluated how natural the hose look against people's skin. Berkshire's Hose Without Toes, a bargain at $6.95 per pair, matched paler feet the best. For tanned or darker skin, Lupo Brazil ($14 to $16) offers the widest range of shades in several styles, including maternity, sculpting (for extra control), and knee-high. Match your hose to your polish — try DKNY hose ($12) in hot pink, coral, or blue. Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

A man comes home from work and finds his wife admiring her breasts in the mirror. He asks, "What are you doing?" She replies, "I went to the doctor today, and he told me that I have the breasts of a 25 year old." The husband retorts, "Well, what did he say about your 50 year old ass?" She replies, "Frankly dear, your name never came up." Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Hi Elsie. :-) I remember seeing something about a phone booth, too. People were driving out there to get their pictures taken with it. :-) kath > missi, > I saw it on the news not too long ago. It was out in the middle of > nowhere that's for sure. > Elsie > > At 11:42 AM 5/11/01 -0400, you wrote: > > > > Did you ever hear about it? A phone booth miles from anyplace, ringing > > > with calls from around the world. Naturally this wonderful strangeness > > > could not be tolerated by the park service bureaucrats. > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > A very friendly warm list. > We are one BIG Happy Folk Family. > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« >

Here is a recipe I thought people might like. I was born on the Indian reservation and this was handed down from my great great grandmother. I serve this to my bed and breakfast guest here at the ranch, and everyone ask for the recipe to take home with them. Frank W. Phillips @ Lightning Ranch, Pipe Creek Texas. http://www.lightningranch.com _________________________________________________________ Indian Fry Bread Prep: 10 minutes COOK: 10 minutes Makes 8 servings Ingredients (bread): 2 cups self rising flour 1 cup buttermilk Directions (bread): Mix both ingredients to form dough. Roll out on floured surface and cut into either squares or circles. Deep fry until golden brown, turning once. Serve hot with either Honey or chocolate gravy. Chocolate Gravy: Ingredients (gravy): 2 tablespoons flour 1/2 cup sugar 2 tablespoons cocoa 1 cup milk 1 tablespoon butter Few drops vanilla Directions (gravy): Combine dry ingredients and place over medium heat. Gradually add milk and stir until thickened. Add butter and vanilla and serve over Fry Bread. Per Serving (using chocolate gravy): 244 Calories; 7g Fat; 6g Protein; 41g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 9mg Cholesterol; 459mg Sodium. _________________________________________________________ AOL Friendly Links <a href="http://www.lightningranch.com"> Lightning Ranch</a> <a href="http://www.busycooks.com"> BusyCooks.com</a> <a href="http://www.busycooks.com/cgi-bin/recipe/recipe.cgi"> Viewer Submitted Recipes</a> <a href="http://www.topica.com/lists/busycooks/read"> Past Issue Archive</a> Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Kath, Then I must have them too, I didn't get the last part either. Elsie At 11:07 AM 5/11/01 -0700, you wrote: > > > > Your morning thought for the day: > > Life is hard, by the yard -- > >....but inch by inch, life's a cinch~! :-) > I gots gremlins again Missi.....your posts are getting snipped. : ( > Kath

Asian Primavera Stir-Fry Fettuccine, ginger, and sugar snap peas come together for a satisfying meal that delivers on taste and nutrition. 1 ounce dried shitake mushrooms 1 tablespoon cornstarch 6 ounces dried fettuccine 12 ounces skinless, boneless chicken breast halves, cut into bite-size pieces 2 tablespoons dry sherry 2 tablespoons light soy sauce 1 tablespoon grated fresh ginger 2 cloves garlic, minced Nonstick cooking spray 1 cup sugar snap peas (strings and tips removed) 8 ounces tiny whole carrots with tops (about 12), trimmed 4 green onions, bias-sliced into 1-inch pieces Green onion strips (optional) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- 1. In a small bowl combine dried mushrooms and 1 cup warm water; let stand for 15 minutes. Drain mushrooms, squeezing out excess liquid; reserve liquid. Slice mushroom caps; discard stems. Stir cornstarch into reserved mushroom liquid. 2. Meanwhile, cook pasta according to package directions. Drain; keep warm. 3. In a bowl stir together the chicken, sherry, soy sauce, ginger, and garlic; set aside. 4. Lightly coat a wok or large skillet with nonstick cooking spray. Heat wok or skillet over medium-high heat. Stir-fry sugar snap peas and carrots for 3 to 4 minutes or until crisp-tender. Add green onions and stir-fry for 1 minute more. Remove vegetables from wok; set aside. Add chicken mixture to wok. Stir-fry for 2 to 4 minutes or until chicken is no longer pink. Push chicken from center of wok. Stir cornstarch mixture; add to center of wok. Cook and stir until thickened and bubbly. 5. Return vegetables to wok. Add mushrooms and pasta. Stir to coat with sauce. Cook and stir for 1 minute or until heated through. If desired, garnish with green onion curls. Makes 4 servings. Exchanges: 2-1/2 Starch, 1 Vegetable, 2 Meat Nutrition facts per serving: 333 calories, 3 g total fat, 1 g saturated fat, 45 mg cholesterol, 324 mg sodium, 48 g carbohydrate, 3 g fiber, 25 g protein. Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

missi, What a lovely poem with such a good message. It's a shame to wait until you are 83 to start living like she wrote about. I'm a little younger than that, but it sure gives me some good ideas to put into practice right now. <g> Thanks for posting it. Love ya, Elsie At 11:30 AM 5/11/01 -0400, you wrote: > > > > This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her > > friend. > > > > Dear, I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting > > in the yard and admiring the view without fussing > > about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time > > with my family and friends and less time working.

The Bell Ringers ~ The whole story! ================ It was an ancient, but rather inconsequential village situated along a road less traveled, about a day's walk northwest of Calcutta, India. There was little there in the way of commerce and the people, who were either farmers or herdsmen, lived close to the land, depending upon it to yield a living. Beyond survival, there was little to brighten their day. Occasionally they would have the opportunity to show hospitality to a traveler who took the wrong fork at the intersection about eight miles back. They were an humble people who had few possessions of which to boast. But there was one thing in which they took great pride. The stone temple which had stood for centuries in the center of the village was the focal point of their entire social life. The one thing they had desired and worked toward obtaining for the last two hundred years had finally been secured a large bronze bell for the temple belfry. One day there was a little excitement in the village. It seems that a farmer coming from the field where he had gathered a few turnips stopped his wagon beside the house where he usually did, unhitched the donkey and led him to the stall. He told his children to get the turnips out of the wagon and take them to the watering trough and wash them. The problem arose because the farmer, distracted by the children's joyful squeals, forgot to place a chock under the wagon wheel. The wagon grew lighter as the turnips were removed and with the jostling of the children it began to roll backward. There were two smaller children in the wagon who, by the time they perceived the wagon was rolling, were afraid to jump out, so they began to scream. The road leading out of the village was not very steep and the friction of the wheel bearings prevented the wagon from gaining much momentum, but it had a good head start on the men of the village who, at first, had ignored the children's screams. However, without intervention it was certain that the wagon would run off the road and down the steep hillside resulting in severe injury to the children. As luck would have it, there was a stranger walking up the hill into the village, and perceiving the danger to the children ran toward the approaching wagon. Upon reaching the wagon he ran alongside until his speed matched that of the wagon and then by getting in front of it he managed to retard its progress until it came to a stop. The men of the town quickly arrived and chocked the wheels and gratefully retrieved their children who were now safe. They gathered around the young hero, slapping him on the back and expressing their gratitude for his brave act. His bravery was all the more marveled at because, as the men of the town quickly noticed, the young man had no arms! The assembled group escorted the young hero into the village square singing his praises to everyone there. After some of the excitement died down the village leaders began to talk of how they might reward the young hero. Our hero declined the necessity of any reward. The leaders, however, insisted it would not be right to fail to bestow some sort of honor for this brave act. After much debate, the priest who served at the temple stepped forward to address the group. "For eight generations the people who worship at this temple have brought special offerings out of their meager earnings for the purpose of purchasing a fine bronze bell to call the people to assemble. Such a bell would be very expensive and many have made great sacrifice to purchase it. We have just recently installed that bell in our temple and it is rung only for special occasions. The people of this village would consider it a great honor to themselves for a man of your caliber to ring our bell.... but I see you have no arms, so how would it be possible?" Our hero replied, "I would indeed be honored to ring your bell. Since I was born without arms I have learned that there other ways to accomplish what is to be done. Take me to the belfry and I will find a way to ring it." The priest and some village leaders and our hero ascended the stairs to the belfry. Our hero told the others to stand back so that the bell could swing freely. He then placed his forehead against the rim of the bell and pushed. The bell swung a few inches and stopped. Our hero let the bell swing back toward himself and as it slowed he placed his forehead against it and pushed again. By careful timing of his pushes he was able to get the bell to swing a little farther with each successive push. Just as the bell was swinging almost enough for the clapper to strike, a bird nesting above the bell was disturbed and flew out past our hero. The movement startled him and upset his timing so that he rushed the next push. The swinging bell met his forehead with such momentum that our hero was knocked completely out of the belfry and fell to the ground below. Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. The young hero they had wanted to honor now lay dead as a result of their good intentions. A terrible tragedy! The priest lamented, "He whom we wanted to honor we have killed, and we never even asked him his name. He is a stranger to us, but it may be that he lives in a nearby village. Everyone come and take a good look at him and see if you know him." So the people lined up and filed past the young hero's body, but each one failed to identify him. Near the end of the line an old lady stood leaning on her cane peering at the young man. Finally she spake, "I can't recall his name, but...his face sure rings a bell." There was nothing to do but to give the young man a decent funeral and burial. They put him in a borrowed casket and assembled the entire village to pay him homage. They all entered the temple and closed the doors and began the eulogies. Just after the doors of the temple were closed a stranger came up the road toward the village. Arriving there he was perplexed to see the village apparently deserted. He walked all around peering into doorways and marveling that the entire population of the village seemed to have vanished. After a while he heard muffled sounds coming from the temple so we went to investigate. Finding the doors locked he knocked an usher came out. "Stranger," the usher said, "The whole village is here for a funeral service. Is there something you need?" "I was just looking for my brother," the stranger replied. "If anyone in the village has seen him they would know him for he has no arms. Do you know if he has been here?" "Stranger," the usher replied, "I have some bad news. Your brother, who was a hero to us, was killed in a tragic accident and it is his funeral service we are holding here." The usher went into the temple and interrupting the eulogies announced to the assembled people the arrival of the stranger at the door. Of course, this stopped the funeral proceedings. After some confusion and explanations to the stranger about all his brother had done, the priest said, "Stranger, it was our intention to honor your brother by allowing him to ring our new bell. I think it only fitting that, in light of all that has happened, you should ring the bell on his behalf." The stranger agreed and he and the village leaders ascended the stairs to the belfry. "We have not yet been able to purchase a rope long enough to reach the vestibule," said the priest, "but we have our best short rope on the bell." The stranger wrapped the rope around his hand so that he had a good grip and gave a mighty tug. Their best rope broke! The stranger lost his balance, staggered backward and over the parapet to the ground below. You cannot imagine the stunned surprise; the gasps of disbelief; the wails of agony that ensued. It is just not possible that two such tragedies occur in the same day. After the people had begun to collect their wits the priest said, "You know, in all the excitement of the brother of our hero arriving here, we never did ask his name. Does anyone here recognize this man?" The people lined up as before and looked carefully at the stranger, but no one recognized him. Finally the same old lady as before studied his face intently while leaning on her cane and said, . . . "I can't call his name, but... he's a dead ringer for his brother! So once again the church was left without a bell ringer. An advertisement was placed in the local paper and within days a young man who possessed two stout arms applied for the job. The pastor was greatly impressed with the fellow's bell-ringing skill, and he offered the job. The young man accepted and the pastor began to fill out some paperwork. He said, "Now what is your name?" The fellow replied, "I cannot tell you, but I will whisper it to the bell." Now this seemed somewhat unusual to the pastor, but he needed a bell ringer, so he nodded his approval. The young man leaned toward the bell, cupped his hands around his mouth, and whispered something unintelligible to the bell. The pastor, wondering if he was doing the right thing, left the young man to his work. For weeks the skies above the city were filled with the most glorious tones imaginable, until one day -- quite by accident -- the young man slipped, fell out the side of the belfry, and plunged to his death upon the pavement below. A crowd gathered 'round; a policeman knelt beside the body; the pastor walked outside to investigate the commotion. The policeman looked up at the pastor and asked, "Do you know this man's name?" The pastor paused, and then replied slowly, "No, he tolled the bell." So once again the church was left without a bell ringer. An advertisement was placed in the local paper and within days another young man who possessed two stout arms applied for the job, and the pastor asked him to demonstrate his skill with the rope. The man replied, "I have no need for the rope--just watch this!" With that, he dropped his jaw, tilted his head backward, and produced a perfect E above high C. As he held the note, the bell began to resonate with sympathetic vibrations, and a beautiful tone could be heard throughout the city. The beauty of the sound was incredible, and the man was hired on the spot. With his unique skill, it soon became obvious that the man could ring the bell without even entering the belfry. Each day at noon he would simply walk along the sidewalk by the church, drop his jaw, tilt his head backward, produce a perfect E above high C, and ring the bell to the amazement of all. Until one day, quite by accident, the vibrations caused the rope holding the bell to snap, and the bell flew out the side of the belfry, plunged toward the ground, and crushed the man to his death upon the pavement below. A crowd gathered 'round; a policeman knelt beside the body; the pastor walked outside to investigate the commotion. The policeman looked up at the pastor and asked, "Do you know this man's name?" The pastor paused, and then replied slowly, "No - but he was a real humdinger!” -- ___________________________________________________ ¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Always be tolerant of those whose don't agree with you. They have a perfect right to their ridiculous opinions. ________________________________________________ ¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯

from Rebecca...... For a great garden cover-up, mulch can't be beat. There are a variety of mulches. Some you'll have to buy, but others are free if you look in your own backyard. Pine needles are excellent mulches around trees and shrubs that like acidic soils -- your rhododendrons, blueberries, and even your azaleas. Another option for trees and shrubs is decorative bark, either the large and chunky bark pieces or the shredded kind. The shredded bark will constantly break down, feeding the garden as well as protecting it. The drawback is that it has to be replaced. Cocoa beans make another great mulch. They have a great dark, reddish brown color, a wonderful texture, and they smell fantastic! For vegetables, straw can't be beat, though dried leaves work, too. These both break down rapidly, feeding the plants. Just remember that mulch needs to be 2 - 3 inches deep in order for it to be effective. Don't forget to watch "Rebecca's Garden" on TV this weekend! Check your local TV listings or log on to http://tv.tribune.com/showfinder/search/0,1001,rebecca,FF.html to find out show times in your area. Here's a sample of what's on this weekend's show: DROUGHT-TOLERANT PLANTS No matter where you live, chances are your garden could use some plants that survive in tough conditions. Find out which drought-tolerant plants can be tough, beautiful, and grow most anywhere in the country. ROBOTIC MOWER Mow the lawn in your sleep? We're not talking about sleep walking! Witness the cutting edge in lawnmower technology. GARDEN BINGO Call it a homegrown gardening game. It's a new way to play in the garden that's great for the kids! Until next week, keep those hands dirty! ----------------------------------------------------- Don't forget to visit us at http://www.rebeccasgarden.com ! Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~