Wow, I have never seen butter like this before. Thanks for telling about it. I worked at Borden's for years and watched them make butter. Nothing like this ever came out I can tell you. Elsie At 10:20 PM 5/7/01 -0400, you wrote: >Awesome!! > >http://www.themonasteryproject.org/butter.html > >http://butter.wilsons.org/bs.html > >http://www.friendsoftibet.org/butter.html >

A Cinderella Sari In 1998 the Association for Global New Thought launched the first "Season for Nonviolence," honoring the principles of M.K. Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. The Unity Church of Overland Park was a sponsor in the Kansas City area, and I was on the leadership team. Mahatma Gandhi's grandson, Arun Gandhi, who with his wife Sunanda carries on his grandfather's work, accepted our invitation to come speak. We organized a dinner and fundraiser in his honor. Because team members had traveled to India, I knew they would wear clothes purchased there. I wanted that look, too. The afternoon before the dinner I ventured to an Indian grocer rumored to carry saris. In the store I found the saris -- which were simply flat pieces of fabric. I had no idea how to put one on. I asked the manager if someone could show me. He indicated a woman, "My customer will help you." Embarrassed, but driven by the knowledge that the dinner was hours away, I explained my request and its purpose. She questioned: "Do you have a petticoat? Blouse? Sandals?" I had none. What happened next amazed me. She said, "Come, I will lend you a sari." Minutes later, I was driving behind her, her teenage daughter in my car in case I got lost. At the house, I was led upstairs. She opened drawers and boxes, pulling out a dazzling display of silk saris. Only one was off-limits -- her wedding sari! I chose a deep green silk sari accented with real gold. She found a blouse in a similar color, and a green petticoat with a drawstring waist. The drawstring anchors the fabric, which is pleated and tucked into the petticoat. She began to fold, pleating the silk and draping it around me, anchoring it with a few safety pins. She showed me how the pins held the pleats in place, so I could put it on to wear for services the next morning. Next she produced beautiful gold and pearl jewelry: earrings, necklace and bracelets, as well as a bindi, the decorative accent worn in the center of the forehead. A pair of sandals (that fit!) completed the ensemble. I felt exactly like Cinderella! In the grand scheme of things, it matters little how I was dressed for that dinner. Yet I was deeply touched at the trust and generosity this woman displayed to a stranger. How easy to ignore my request or just tell me what I needed to purchase. Instead, she invited me to her home and dressed me from head to toe. She sent me on my way with hugs and well wishes, with no apparent concern about when she would see her precious things again. Although I consider myself to be both generous and trusting, I wonder if I would have done the same, had our positions been reversed. I remain deeply grateful for the opportunity to wear her sari, and for her example of generosity and kindness.

POUND PUPPY Part Poodle-mix, the paper said under her adorable picture in the local paper. In reality, she was a matted, scared orphan who had passed her allotted time at the city pound. They saw her potential and hoped their last ditch effort at advertising her for adoption might bring in a generous heart. It did -- me. I have been a dog lover forever, though I haven't had one the last few years. My struggles with MS had left me with my hands full meeting my own needs. I had feared I could not care for the needs of another dog, after releasing custody of our last one into the hands of our daughter and grandsons. He was a Siberian Husky and had been more than I could manage. He loved our grandsons anyway and found their home to be more to his liking and not as confining as ours with my limited abilities. At my insistence, we visited the pound and brought home what later turned out to be, after bathing and grooming, a Dandi Dinmont Terrier -- at least an owner of the breed assured us. Being limited as I was, it was not always easy to accommodate her needs after first bringing her home to join my husband and me. However, she proved to be a loyal and helpful companion while I was alone and my husband was at work. One day, my husband Bill, was home working on the deck and Missy, as she came to be called, was keeping him company. Inside the house, I accidentally fell off of my three-wheel scooter and called to Bill, who was unable to hear me over the sounds of his tools. I crawled a few feet, the best I could, and called again. He still couldn't hear my cries for help. But Missy did. I heard her insistent barking. Someone knew my dilemma. "Thank you God," I sighed with relief. My husband was soon at my side and Missy was drowning me with her wet kisses. He said she had been determined that he follow her as she ran back and forth between him and the door. She had heard and sensed my predicament. She has summoned my husband on other such occasions. Missy is truly my watchdog, my constant companion, my "pound puppy to the rescue". Of all the dogs who have shared our home, she is the first we have ever allowed to share our bed. If my husband oversleeps, she becomes his alarm clock. She prefers my back when going to sleep at night. Not only do I accommodate her because she is part of the family, but the pressure she applies to my back supports and relieves my discomfort and pain. Whether or not she is really a Dandi Dinmont or a pound puppy, she is loved. She now looks after me and keeps me company. I can't imagine living without her. She senses my inabilities and limitations and loves me in spite of them. She provides more than therapy and does more for me than some medicines the doctors order. I might add she is treated like the Queen that she is, in the King household.

What's Important to You A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket." His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!" "No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket." "That's crazy," said the friend. The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed. "That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have super-human ears!" "No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for." "But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear a cricket in this noise." "Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs. "See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all depends on what's important to you." ~ Author Unknown

Awesome!! http://www.themonasteryproject.org/butter.html http://butter.wilsons.org/bs.html http://www.friendsoftibet.org/butter.html

Kids' Letters to God Dear GOD, Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You just keep the ones You have? -Amy Dear GOD: Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother. -Larry Dear GOD: If You watch me in church on Sunday, I'll show You my new shoes. -Mickey Dear GOD: I bet it is very hard for You to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it. -Nan Dear GOD, In school they told us what You do. Who does it when You are on vacation? -Jane Dear GOD: Are You really invisible or is it just a trick? -Lucy Dear GOD, Is it true my father won't get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house? -Anita Dear GOD: Did You mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? -Norma Dear GOD, Who draws the lines around the countries? -Jan Dear GOD, I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay? -Neil Dear GOD, Did You really mean "do unto others as they do unto you"? Because if You did, then I'm going to fix my brother. -Darla Dear GOD, Thank you for the baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy. -Joyce Dear GOD, It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about You that people are not supposed to say, but I hope You will not hurt him anyway. Your friend, (But I am not going to tell You who I am) Dear GOD, Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. -Bruce Dear GOD, If we come back as something - Please don't let me be Jennifer Horton because I hate her. -Denise Dear GOD, If you give me a genie like Aladdin, I will give You anything You want, except my money or my chess set. -Raphael Dear GOD, My brother is a rat. You should give him a tail. Ha! Ha! -Danny Dear GOD, I want to be just like my Daddy when I get big but not with so much hair all over. -Tom Dear GOD, You don't have to worry about me. I always look both ways. -Dean Dear GOD, I think the stapler is one of your greatest inventions. -Ruth M. Dear GOD, I think about You sometimes even when I'm not praying. -Elliott Dear GOD, Of all the people who work for You I like Noah and David the best. -Rob Dear GOD, My brother told me about being born but it doesn't sound right. He's just kidding, isn't he? -Marsha Dear GOD, I would like to live 900 years like the guy in the Bible. Love, Chris Dear GOD, We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school they said You did it. So I bet he stole your idea. Sincerely, Donna Dear GOD, The bad people laughed at Noah - "You made an ark on dry land you fool." But he was smart, he stuck with You. That's what I would do. -Eddie Dear GOD, I do not think anybody could be a better GOD. Well, I just want you to know but I am not just saying that because You are GOD already. -Charles Dear GOD, I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset You made on Tuesday. That was cool. -Eugene

LOL I've been having FITS with my puter. First it caught a bad virus and crashed the C drive. Then my mail went to pot. I had sent a ton of mail and none of it arrived. So I just redid the mail info and needed to see if it worked now. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR "pat :@)" wrote: > you passed, Turkle! :@) > > Only a test >

Hi Fred, thanks for the advice. I have the tranquility bowls in different rooms. Having animals fight for money should be outlawed worldwide. Linda Fred Butts wrote: > Linda and everyone ,now remember my advice if you have two or more male > beta's don't let them see themselves all the time. It puts a strain on them > as they are constantly displaying the aggressive pose. > Remember these guys are fighters by nature. They originally had to compete > for food, living space and the ladies in deadly combat. They still will if > put together in the same tank. In certain parts of the world they are fought > and money bet. > Fred > Please Visit our Amputee Support Web Site at http://ampsupport.com > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Kath" <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Monday, May 07, 2001 3:40 PM > Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Tranquility Bowls > > > Thanks Linda. :-) I want one too~! :-) They sound wonderful~! > > Kath > > > > > Hi all, > > > > > > The tranquility bowls turned out great. I ended > > > up making two. One Beta is red and the other > > > is blue. So far both have adapted well. I am > > > enjoying them immensely. > > > Hope all are having a great day!! > > > Linda > > > > > > Kath wrote: > > > > > > > Thanks Linda. :-) Let us know how it does. > > > > Kath > > > > > > > > > Thanks for sending this in Kath. I have my vase all set up > > > > > and tomorrow hope to get the Beta. Have placed the > > > > > vase next to an oriental looking fountain in my bedroom. > > > > > Looking forward to the tranquility!!! I have heard that > > > > > watching tropical fish can lower ones' blood pressure. > > > > > Thanks again for the idea!! > > > > > > > > > > Love, > > > > > Linda > > > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > > Your Listresses: > > Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> > > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > Your Listresses: > Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Words from a Simple Heart You were generous with your time. You went out of your way and put yourself out. In the end, the person you were assisting didn't better their circumstance or put your help to good use. You were let down. You were generous with your love. You gave it openly and said all the right words. In the end, your affection was spurned, let go, or betrayed. You were hurt. You were generous with your kindness. You spoke warmly and complimented often. In the end, your positive attitude was met with cynicism or sarcasm. You felt dejected. If you remain stuck and stubborn, focusing on the return for you investment, you'll continue to be let down, hurt and dejected. If you move on and live to give again, your generosity will find its way back to you. For every person who doesn't appreciate your time, your love or your kindness, there's another person who'd accept your generosity of spirit with heartfelt gratitude. A generous light spreads. It fills the world with time for caring, love for sharing and kindness with no sparing. You'll be remembered for the parts of yourself you gave away, not for the possessions you received.... in the end. Living in love and loving life, Terri McPherson Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Only a test

* Exported from MasterCook * Diabetic Homemade Ice Cream Recipe By : Serving Size : 0 Preparation Time :0:00 Categories : Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ -------------------------------- 13 ounce evaporated milk 2 tablespoon sugar replacement 1 1/2 cup whole milk 1 tablespoon vanilla extract 3 eggs(well beaten) Combine evaporated milk and sugar replacement. Beat well until sugar is dissolved. Add whole milk and vanilla extract; beat well. Add eggs; beat eggs into milk mixture vigorously. Pour into ice cream maker. Freeze according to manufacturer's directions. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Per serving: 758 Calories (kcal); 40g Total Fat; (48% calories from fat); 37g Protein; 58g Carbohydrate; 158mg Cholesterol; 569mg Sodium Food Exchanges: 0 Grain(Starch); 0 Lean Meat; 0 Vegetable; 0 Fruit; 7 1/2 Fat; 0 Other Carbohydrates Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

> Only a test This is a test of the Emergency Webcasting System. This is only a test. This site, in voluntary cooperation with the W3C and other authorities, is conducting a test of the Emergency Webcasting System. This system has been developed to help keep the World informed in the event of an invasion from space. Were this an actual emergency, critical fight/flight/suicide instructions would be pushed simultaneously through all available data channels and other orifices, free of spam and gratuitous animations, yet attractively formatted in organic proportions, with proper leading and indentation, as well as an aural stylesheet modelled after the inflections of the late Orson Welles. This concludes our test of the Emergency Webcasting System. This is a test of the Emergency Webcasting System. By now you should be getting nervous. This is a test, yet failure seems certain. This site, in voluntary cooperation with the W3C and other authorities, is conducting a test of the Emergency Webcasting System. This system has been developed to help keep the World informed in the event of an invasion from space. Were this an actual emergency, critical fight/flight/suicide instructions would be pushed simultaneously through all available data channels and other orifices, free of spam and gratuitous animations, yet attractively formatted, with proper leading and indentation, as well as an aural stylesheet modelled after the inflections of the late Orson Welles. This concludes our test of the Emergency Webcasting System.

The Internet E-mail Junk Buster Pledge I won't get bad luck, lose my friends, lose my mailing lists, hear any music or see a cool pop up screen if I don't forward a junk e-mail. Bill Gates is NOT going to send me money, Victoria Secret doesn't know anything about a gift certificate they're supposed to send me and Ford will not give me a 50% percent discount even if I HAVE forwarded my e-mail to more than 50 people. I will NEVER receive gift certificates, coupons or freebees from Coke Cola, Cracker Barrel, or Old Navy if I send this to 10 people who don't know who I am anyway. I will NEVER see a pop up window if I forward this....NEVER!!!! My phone will not MYSTERIOUSLY ring after I forward this. There is NO SUCH THING as an Email tracker, and I am not STUPID enough to think that someone will send me $100 for forwarding this to 10 or more people. There is no kid with cancer through the Make a Wish program in England collecting anything. He did when he was 7 yrs old. He is now cancer free and 35 years old and DOESN'T WANT ANYMORE POSTCARDS, CALLING CARDS OR GET WELL CARDS. The government does not have a bill in congress called 901B (or whatever they named it this week) that if passed will enable them to charge us 5 cents for every sent e-mail. There will be NO cool dancing, singing, waving, colorful flower, character, or program I will receive immediately after I forward this. People are just trying to talk me into doing it to make me look like a fool. The American Red Cross will not donate 50 cents to a certain individual dying of some never heard of before disease for every email address I send this to. The American Red Cross RECEIVES donations, they don't donate! And finally, I WILL NOT let others guilt me into sending things on to my friends for fear they will think I am not their friend...or by telling me I have no conscience. Now, repeat this 4 times to yourself until you've memorized it and then pat yourself on the back for helping to stop the junk mail of the Internet. Your friends will

you passed, Turkle! :@) Only a test

Linda and everyone ,now remember my advice if you have two or more male beta's don't let them see themselves all the time. It puts a strain on them as they are constantly displaying the aggressive pose. Remember these guys are fighters by nature. They originally had to compete for food, living space and the ladies in deadly combat. They still will if put together in the same tank. In certain parts of the world they are fought and money bet. Fred Please Visit our Amputee Support Web Site at http://ampsupport.com ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kath" <mzmouser@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, May 07, 2001 3:40 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Tranquility Bowls > Thanks Linda. :-) I want one too~! :-) They sound wonderful~! > Kath > > > Hi all, > > > > The tranquility bowls turned out great. I ended > > up making two. One Beta is red and the other > > is blue. So far both have adapted well. I am > > enjoying them immensely. > > Hope all are having a great day!! > > Linda > > > > Kath wrote: > > > > > Thanks Linda. :-) Let us know how it does. > > > Kath > > > > > > > Thanks for sending this in Kath. I have my vase all set up > > > > and tomorrow hope to get the Beta. Have placed the > > > > vase next to an oriental looking fountain in my bedroom. > > > > Looking forward to the tranquility!!! I have heard that > > > > watching tropical fish can lower ones' blood pressure. > > > > Thanks again for the idea!! > > > > > > > > Love, > > > > Linda > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > Your Listresses: > Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« >

----- Original Message ----- From: <RICHIELE3@aol.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, May 07, 2001 11:01 AM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Re: Chicken Soup for the Soul: Home Delivery > > > > Through the Years > > > > My mother, Hazel, sits peeling potatoes. Dressed in Mama's > > movie star coat with the real fur collar, high heels, and > > beautiful red velvet hat, I shuffle elegantly into the kitchen > > and gleefully yell, "Look Mommy, I'm little Hazel!" Mama looks > > up and smiles with tears in her eyes. I am completely aware of > > how incredibly cute I am being. I am four years old, and Mama > > is my friend. > > "Oh, Mom, it's so pretty! I love it! Thank you, thank > > you, thank you," I cry as I turn and rustle in my new party > > dress. My fingers touch the soft, peach satin, and I look up to > > see Mom smiling at me. I am nine years old, and, sometimes, Mom > > is still my fairy godmother. > > "I'll be glad when I go to college next year and don't have > > to live here any more," I scream at my mother. "If you keep on > > acting this way," she says in frustration, "I'll be glad too." > > Hurt and shocked by this revelation, I storm out of the room, > > trying to hold back my tears. I am seventeen years old, and, > > too often Mother is my adversary. > > "I did it! I did it! I got an A from Professor King," I > > shriek. I leap to my feet, waving my report card in the warm > > kitchen air. Mom tells me she's proud of me, and we dance > > around the kitchen in a wild victory jig. I am twenty-one years > > old, and Mom is my biggest cheerleader. > > I am barely able to make out "Flight 405 to Great Falls is > > now ready for boarding" over the airport intercom. After all > > those times when it was me leaving and my mother was crying, > > it's now her turn to depart, and I am the one left crying. I > > look at Mama and do something I haven't done since I was four > > years old; I grab her hand and say, "Don't leave." She touches > > my cheek and says, "But honey, I've got my ticket." Hugging her > > close to me, I say, "The only way I'll let you go is if you > > promise to come back for Christmas." Dabbing at her own tears, > > she says, "Oh yes, I'll be back." I am thirty-seven years old, > > and Mama is my friend. This time, it is forever. > > > > By Nancy Richard-Guilford > > Reprinted by permission of Nancy Richard-Guilford (c) 1998, from > > A 6th Bowl of Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield and > > Mark Victor Hansen. > > > > > > > > > »§«:*´`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´`*:»§« > > ______________________________

Hi all, The tranquility bowls turned out great. I ended up making two. One Beta is red and the other is blue. So far both have adapted well. I am enjoying them immensely. Hope all are having a great day!! Linda Kath wrote: > Thanks Linda. :-) Let us know how it does. > Kath > > > Thanks for sending this in Kath. I have my vase all set up > > and tomorrow hope to get the Beta. Have placed the > > vase next to an oriental looking fountain in my bedroom. > > Looking forward to the tranquility!!! I have heard that > > watching tropical fish can lower ones' blood pressure. > > Thanks again for the idea!! > > > > Love, > > Linda > > > > Kath wrote: > > > > > Tranquility Bowls > > > by Darcy Miller > > > * * * * * * * * * * * * * * > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > A very friendly warm list. > We are one BIG Happy Folk Family. > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

-/\/\----------------------------------------------------------------- \ / TODAY'S VERSE from HEARTLIGHT -- http://www.heartlight.org/ --\/------------------------------------------------------------------ May 7, 2001 VERSE: Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. -- James 3:13 http://www.StudyLight.org/desk/?query=James+3:13 THOUGHT: Wisdom isn't shown by our "book learning," smart comments, or arrogance. No, true wisdom is shown by the godly character of our life lived with humility and kind deeds. PRAYER: O Father, make me wise like Jesus. Please give me the ability to more fully know your will and more faithfully live it with kindness and humility. May the words of my mouth and the actions of my life please you and bring your grace to others. In Jesus' name. Amen. http://www.heartlight.org/cgi-shl/todaysverse.cgi?day=20010507 Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

SHIPS BISCUITS were supposed to be 'emergency rations', although owners often shipped inadequate food, and lots of ships biscuits. The biscuits were just floor and water and were something like dog biscuits. Stored in a barrel, they sometimes became damp, and got maggots in them ('Oh yum...protein'). Mariners didn't care much for them. They might be dipped in some broth and then eaten... they were usually called 'hardtack', were most unpalatable, and were definitely not very nourishing. They kept the ribs apart, that's all. Soda biscuits would be a very charitable comparison. A human side to the "biscuit' saga... this information is taken from Mary Gilmour's "Old Days Old Ways." and is an autentic story.. The Gilmours where pioneer families in Australia..c 1840's.. and this particular reference was about an ex Yarmouth sailorman who had served on vessels, whaling ships, slave trading etc..and used to call at her father's property... "...yet even inland in Riverina, he longed for biscuit as he had never loved nor longed for bread. SO much he loved it, that, whenever he was near enough to a port town, he laid up a supply, keeping it as a stand-by,sparing it as much as he could, and eating it slow as men spared and took snuff on the roads that were then but as the flight of a bird and where to them the only lamp was the North Start they ever saw....he talked so wonderfully to me of ships biscuits that I pleaded for a bit. he had only one left ,he said, and resisted my pleading. But to please a child who had lived in his life as he told it, there came a day when unroped and unrolled his sway dirty grey blankets that smelt of tobacco, grease and his body] and out of the heart of it he took what looked like a piece of wood, tooth-gnawed at the edges. With a hatchet he broke off a fragment. It was stale with old must and smelt like the blankets..........." http://www.mariner.org/age/sea_biscuits.html "And 1st Oatmeal, and cutlings are much used, molasses also; potatoes are of the greatest value, nothing more so in my judgment. Salt, or hung beef, pork, bacon or hams, are all excellent in their use; veal when salted, and afterwards watered, then boiled with beef or bacon, will produce a soup very desirable. One family here, brought a quantity of fowl in pickle, which when watered, eat very delicious. Coffee is much preferable to tea, the water being so bad, as to render the tea rather insipid and tasteless: bottled ale is good for drink, but in my opinion, cyder when mixed through water, is a much better and cooler drink for the stomach than any other; a constant thirst being common to all on sea. As to spices, pepper, and ginger is mostly used. Flour is essentially necessary; cake bread or pan cakes being very applicable to weak constitutions. Eggs are much used, and when well grazed, or put in salt pickle for six hours, and well packed, will keep fresh a considerable time, this I found by experience. Good port wine is very reviving on sea, when used moderately; but spirits is not so very necessary here. I conceive pickled cabbage to be very useful, such kind of diet only answering whilst sickness prevails; I therefore recommend it. Biscuit is much used by seamen, and the only way for passengers to take it is, to pour boiling water on it, and when steeped a few minutes toast it before the fire, then butter it, and it will eat as pleasant as loaf bread, but not otherwise: oat bread well baked in an oven, will answer well with either tea or coffee; cheese will be very needful; split peas for soup; and lastly, vinegar, butter, and potted herrings. To preserve new milk for a voyage, take a large or small jar or jars, and clean them remarkably well, and when done, put the mild therein, and after securing it well by corking it close, put the jar or jars into a large pot of water, and boil them over a good fire, and when done, pack them in a hamper, or some other place, and it will keep sweet the whole of the passage. This has been tried by a man of truth and credit, who went last season to Philadelphia, and used the mild there after his arrival, it retaining its natural sweetness. There is a diet much used here, vulgarly called "beggars dish," composed of peeled potatoes and either beef or bacon cut in thin slices, and mixed through them, affords a pleasant meal, the soup is much esteemed, being seasoned with pepper. Delft ware will not in any wise answer in common use, I would therefore recommend tin poringers, or small wooden noggins and trenchers, these will be found best at sea, as the constant motion of the vessel will have a tendency to break any other: a tin kettle in the form of a D will be found very useful in boiling meat or any other food, as it can hang on the bars of the grate at any time, this will be highly accommodating, especially where so many families are boiling their food at one time. The kind of apparel I would recommend to male passengers would be, short jackets or waistcoats with sleeves, a dark handkerchief for the neck, and coarse trowsers:-for women, a long bed gown, or wrappers with dark shawls or handkerchiefs, as cleanliness cannot be observed with any degree of precision. It is necessary to provide strong chests or boxes for a voyage, well secured with good locks and hinges; or otherwise it is impossible to preserve property:" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`` THE VOYAGE WAS DONE How gladly then, Sick of the uncomfortable ocean, The impatient passengers approach the shore, Escaping from the sense of endless motion, To feel firm earth beneath their feet once more, To breath again the air, With taint of bilge and cordage undefiled, And drink of living springs, if there they may, And with fresh fruits and wholesome food repair, Their spirits weary of the watery way. And oh how beautiful, The things of earth appear, To eyes that far and near, For many a week have seen, Only the circle of the restless sea! With what a fresh delight, They gaze again on fields and forests green, Hovel, or whatsoever, May wear the trace of man’s industrious hand, How grateful to their sight, The shore of shelving sand, As the light boat moves joyfully to land. LYTTELTON TIMES Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Lyttelton Times The Charlotte Jane, Capt. Alexander Lawrence, Commander, left Plymouth sound at midnight on Saturday the 7th of September. She sighted Stewart’s Island on Wednesday, the 11th of December, and cast anchor off Port Lyttelton on Monday the 16th of December, at 10 o’clock, thus making her passage in 93 days form land to land, or 99 days form port to port. She carried 26 chief cabin, 19 intermediate and 80 steerage passengers. The Rev. Mr. Kingdon, Chaplain, Alfred Barker, Esq., Surgeon Superintendent. During the voyage, the usual domestic occurrences of an emigrant ship then occurred, of births 1, marriages 1 and deaths 3, the last being cases of very young children who embarked with the seal of death on their foreheads, one even died before the ship took the departure, and was buried on shore at Plymouth. The course of the Charlotte Jane lay inside the Madeira and Canary Islands lay inside the Madeira and Canary Islands. She sighted Porto Santo, one of the Madeiras, on the 17th of September, and on the 19th, Teneriffe and Palma, steering close to the latter. Here she met the N. E. Trades, which gave her but feeble assistance, and left her in about lat. 18 degrees north. Her course was then south- easterly, and in about 6 degrees north, she was driven by currents and foul winds to the eastward as far as long 16 west. Here she met a N. W. wind, under which she again stood to the southward, crossing the line on the 9th October, in long. 19 degrees west. In lat. 2 28’, she entered the S. E. trades, which carried her rapidly over 20 degrees of latitude. On the 12th of October, she spoke the Zeno of Richmond, U. S., from Benguela to New York, and sent letters to England. Her course then was speedily run southward and south easterly. On the 29th of October nearing Tristan d’ Acunha, she made 250 miles in the 24 hours, the largest day’s run during voyage. From Tristan d’ Acunha, which to the disappointment of many she did not approach near enough to sight, she steered S. S. E., with a fresh N. W. wind and crossed the meridian of Greenwich on the 29th of October. South eastward still to Desolation Island with strong gales, a dreary drive of three weeks in cold and rain, with no perceptible change in the sea, the sky, or the Cape pigeons in the wake. Desolation Island passed, she encountered the first foul wind from the eastward, and ran south bearing up again, she ran beautifully on promising a rapid passage, till the 110th degree of east long. Here for a week E. and N. E. winds prevailed, and drove her to the southward, not only out of her course, but to the extreme cold of lat. 52 26’ the furtherest point of the southing reached. Here bets which had previously been freely given in favour of 95 days and 98 days from port to port, were now freely taken about 105, 110 or even 120 days, she being then 88 days out. However the wind soon changed, and after a splendid run abreast of the Australian coast she at last mad the land in the afternoon of the 11th of December. Passing close inside the ‘traps’ she was becalmed and baffled for four days on the coast, giving the delighted passengers, as she stood off and on, glimpses of the coast at Foveaux Straits, Molyneux and Taieri Rivers, Otago and Banks Peninsula. On Monday morning early she stood into Port Victoria, and earned the proud distinction of being the first ship to land emigrants on the shores of the Canterbury Settlement. >From hence forward the age of the Colony will be described as dating from the arrival of the Charlotte Jane. Little need be said beyond this sketch of the ships course to describe the voyage. The passengers had their share of the manifold discomforts which go to make a sea voyage a bye word for discomfort. Extreme heat, and extreme cold, confinement and ennui, are the lot of every Australasian voyager. But whether it was that with this courageous little baud a spirit of hope prophesied better things beyond, or the colonist spirit of resolution was strong, disregarding petty present evils, while greater menaced at a distance:- or whether it was that the unceasing attention to the wants of all, which characterised the management of the Charlotte Jane, smoothed everything, it may be safely said that by no party of passengers have discomforts been more patiently endured, by none more easily forgotten. Of amusements, two manuscript newspapers, or weekly magazines, "The Cockroach", and "The Sea-pie", conducted with much spirit and ability afforded a fund throughout. The wonders of the deep, as they successively presented themselves, were unfailing in interest and delight, interpreted as they were by an enthusiastic naturalist, the excellent surgeon superintendent. Then there was the maritime, if not manly game of shuffle katy, the foil and single stick, the piano and the song, and during the fine weather the light fantastic toe. At on time a passion for building model Colonial houses animated the ship, designs and models were in every one’s hands, and the subject on everyone’s lip, at another, ship building was in vogue, and craft designed on the most courageously ingenious principles, to supersede all existing theories, were modelled, and calmly lectured on. Thus, as probably with every ship that makes the voyage, time flew rapidly away, anxious and more anxious grew impatient the expectations of the land sick passengers. At How gladly then, Sick of the uncomfortable ocean, The impatient passengers approach the shore, Escaping from the sense of endless motion, To feel firm earth beneath their feet once more, To breath again the air, With taint of bilge and cordage undefiled, And drink of living springs, if there they may, And with fresh fruits and wholesome food repair, Their spirits weary of the watery way. And oh how beautiful, The things of earth appear, To eyes that far and near, For many a week have seen, Only the circle of the restless sea! With what a fresh delight, They gaze again on fields and forests green, Hovel, or whatsoever, May wear the trace of man’s industrious hand, How grateful to their sight, The shore of shelving sand, As the light boat moves joyfully to land.last the breeze became softer, and to the sanguine seemed to smell of land, and one afternoon while all were eager on the look out, the loom was seen by several at once. New Zealand was made, and the voyage was done. Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~