The tale of an ancient and powerful German mountain Gnome. He has powers over the elements, the weather, and he makes the crops grow as we learn from the tale. In the story he emerges from the earth and tries to learn about mankind but becomes frustrated by them and returns to the peace of his glorious underground Kingdom. RÜBEZAHL OVER all the vast under-world the mountain Gnome Rübezahl was lord; and busy enough the care of his dominions kept him. There were the endless treasure chambers to be gone through, and the hosts of gnomes to be kept to their tasks. Some built strong barriers to hold back the fiery rivers in the earth's heart, and some had scalding vapours to change dull stones to precious metal, or were hard at work filling every cranny of the rocks with diamonds and rubies; for Rübezahl loved all pretty things. Sometimes the fancy would take him to leave those gloomy regions, and come out upon the green earth for a while, and bask in the sunshine and hear the birds sing. And as gnomes live many hundreds of years he saw strange things. For, the first time he came up, the great hills were covered with thick forests, in which wild animals roamed, and Rübezahl watched the fierce fights between bear and bison, or chased the grey wolves, or amused himself by rolling great rocks down into the desolate valleys, to hear the thunder of their fall echoing among the hills. But the next time he ventured above ground, what was his surprise to find everything changed! The dark woods were hewn down, and in their place appeared blossoming orchards surrounding cosy-looking thatched cottages; from every chimney the blue smoke curled peacefully into the air, sheep and oxen fed in the flowery meadows, while from the shade of the hedges came the music of the shepherd's pipe. The strangeness and pleasantness of the sight so delighted the gnome that he never thought of resenting the intrusion of these unexpected guests, who, without saying 'by your leave' or 'with your leave,' had made themselves so very much at home upon his hills; nor did he wish to interfere with their doings, but left them in quiet possession of their homes, as a good householder leaves in peace the swallows who have built their nests under his eaves, He was indeed greatly minded to make friends with this being called 'man,' so, taking the form of an old field labourer, he entered the service of a farmer. Under his care all the crops flourished exceedingly, but the master proved to be wasteful and ungrateful, and Rübezahl soon left him, and went to be shepherd to his next neighbour He tended the flock so diligently, and knew so well where to lead the sheep to the sweetest pastures, and where among the hills to look for any who strayed away, that they too prospered under his care, and not one was lost or torn by wolves; but this new master was a hard man, and begrudged him his well-earned wages. So he ran away and went to serve the judge. Here he upheld the law with might and main, and was a terror to thieves and evildoers; but the judge was a bad man, who took bribes, and despised the law. Rübezahl would not be the tool of an unjust man, and so he told his master, who thereupon ordered him to be thrown into prison. Of course that did not trouble the gnome at all, he simply got out through the keyhole, and went away down to his underground palace, very much disappointed by his first experience of mankind. But, as time went on, he forgot the disagreeable things that had happened to him, and thought he would take another look at the upper world. So he stole into the valley, keeping himself carefully hidden in copse or hedgerow, and very soon met with an adventure; for, peeping through a screen of leaves, he saw before him a green lawn where stood a charming maiden, fresh as the spring, and beautiful to look upon. Around her upon the grass lay her young companions, as if they had thrown themselves down to rest after some merry game. Beyond them flowed a little brook, into which a waterfall leapt from a high rock, filling the air with its pleasant sound, and making a coolness even in the sultry noontide. The sight of the maiden so pleased the gnome that, for the first time, he wished himself a mortal; and, longing for a better view of the gay company, he changed himself into a raven and perched upon an oak tree which overhung the brook. But he soon found that this was not at all a good plan. He could only see with a raven's eyes, and feel as a raven feels; and a nest of field-mice at the foot of the tree interested him far more than the sport of the maidens. When he understood this he flew down again in a great hurry into the thicket, and took the form of a handsome young man-that was the best way-and he fell in love with the girl then and there. The fair maiden was the daughter of the king of the country, and she often wandered in the forest with her play fellows gathering the wild flowers and fruits, till the midday heat drove the merry band to the shady lawn by the brook to rest, or to bathe in the cool waters. On this particular morning the fancy took them to wander off again into the wood. This was Master Rübezahl's opportunity. Stepping out of his hiding-place he stood in the midst of the little lawn, weaving his magic spells, till slowly all about him changed, and when the maidens returned at noon to their favourite resting-place they stood lost in amazement, and almost fancied that they must be dreaming. The red rocks had become white marble and alabaster; the stream that murmured and struggled before in its rocky bed, flowed in silence now in its smooth channel, from which a clear fountain leapt, to fall again in showers of diamond drops, now on this side now on that, as the wandering breeze scattered it. Daisies and forget-me-nots fringed its brink, while tall hedges of roses and jasmine ringed it round, making the sweetest and daintiest bower imaginable. right and left of the waterfall opened out a wonderful grotto, its walls and arches glittering with many-coloured rock-crystals, while in every niche were spread out strange fruits and sweetmeats, the very sight of which made the princess long to taste them. She hesitated a while, however, scarcely able to believe her eyes, and not knowing if she should enter the enchanted spot or fly from it. But at length curiosity prevailed, and she and her companions explored to their heart's content, and tasted and examined everything, running hither and thither in high glee, and calling merrily to each other. At last, when they were quite weary, the princess cried out suddenly that nothing would content her but to bathe in the marble pool, which certainly did look very inviting and they all went gaily to this new amusement. The princess was ready first, but scarcely had she slipped over the rim of the pool when down-down-down she sank, and vanished in its depths before her frightened playmates could seize her by so much as a lock of her floating golden hair! Loudly did they weep and wail, running about the brink of the pool, which looked so shallow and so clear, but which bad swallowed up their princess before their eyes. They even sprang into the water and tried to dive after her, but in vain; they only floated like corks in the enchanted pool, and could not keep under water for second. They saw at last that there was nothing for it but to carry to the king the sad tidings of his beloved daughter's, disappearance. And what great weeping and lamentation there was in the palace when the dreadful news was told The king tore his robes, dashed his golden crown from his head, and hid his face in his purple mantle for grief and anguish at the loss of the princess. After the first outburst of wailing, however, he took heart and hurried off to see for himself the scene of this strange adventure, thinking, as people will in sorrow, that there might be some mistake after all. But when he reached the spot, behold, all was changed again I The glittering grotto described to him by the maidens bad completely vanished, and so had the marble bath, the bower of jasmine; instead, all was a tangle of flowers, as it had been of old. The king was so much perplexed that he threatened the princess's playfellows with all sorts of punishments if they would not confess something about her disappearance; but as they only repeated the same story he presently put down the whole affair to the work of some sprite or goblin, and tried to console himself for his loss by ordering a grand hunt; for kings cannot bear to be troubled about anything long. Meanwhile the princess was not at all unhappy in the palace of her elfish lover. When the water nymphs, who were hiding in readiness, had caught her and dragged her out of the sight of her terrified maidens, she herself had not had time to be frightened. They swam with her quickly by strange underground ways to a palace so splendid that her father's seemed but a poor cottage in comparison with it, and when she recovered from her astonishment she found herself seated upon a couch, wrapped in a wonderful robe of satin fastened with a silken girdle, while beside her knelt a young man who whispered the sweetest speeches imaginable in her ear. The gnome, for he it was, told her all about himself and his great underground kingdom, and presently led her through the many rooms and halls of the palace, and showed her the rare and wonderful things displayed in them till she was fairly dazzled at the sight of so much splendour. On three sides of the castle lay a lovely garden with masses of gay, sweet flowers, and velvet lawns all cool and shady, which pleased the eye of the princess. The fruit trees were hung with golden and rosy apples, and nightingales sang in every bush, as the gnome and the princess wandered in the leafy alleys, sometimes gazing at the moon, sometimes pausing to gather the rarest flowers for her adornment. And all time he was thinking to himself that never, in the hundreds of years he had lived, had he seen so charming a maiden. But the princess felt no such happiness; in spite of all the magic delights around her she was sad, though she tried to seem content for fear of displeasing the gnome. However, he soon perceived her melancholy, and in a thousand ways strove to dispel the cloud, but in vain. At last he said to himself: "Men are sociable creatures, like bees or ants. Doubtless this lovely mortal is pining for company. Who is there I can find for her to talk to?' Thereupon he hastened into the nearest field and dug up a dozen or so of different roots-carrots, turnips, and radishes-and laying them carefully in an elegant basket brought them to the princess, who sat pensive, in the shade of the rose-bower. 'Loveliest daughter of earth,' said the gnome, banish all sorrow; no more shall you be lonely in my dwelling. In this basket is all you need to make this spot delightful to you. Take this little many-coloured wand, and with a touch give to each root the form you desire to see.' With this he left her, and the princess, without an instant's delay, opened the basket, and touching a turnip cried eagerly: 'Brunhilda, my dear Brunhilda I come to me quickly!' And sure enough there was Brunhilda, joyfully hugging and kissing her beloved princess and chattering as gaily as in the old days. This sudden appearance was so delightful that the princess could hardly believe her own eyes, and was quite beside herself with the joy of having her dear playfellow with her once more. Hand in hand they wandered about the enchanted garden, and gathered the golden apples from the trees, and when they were tired of amusement the princess led her friend through all the wonderful rooms of the palace, until at last they came to the one in which were kept all the marvellous dresses and ornaments the gnome had given to his hoped-for bride. There they found so much to amuse them that the hours passed like minutes. Veils, girdles, and necklaces were tried on and admired, the imitation Brunhilda knew so well how to behave herself, and showed so much taste that nobody would ever have suspected that she was nothing but a turnip after all. The gnome, who had secretly been keeping an eye upon them, was very pleased with himself for having so well understood the heart of a woman; and the princess seemed to him even more charming than before. She did not forget to touch the rest of the roots with her magic wand, and soon had all her maidens about her, and even, as she had two tiny radishes to spare, her favourite cat, and her little dog whose name was Beni. And now all went cheerfully in the castle. The princess gave to each of the maidens her task, and never was mistress better served. For a whole week she enjoyed the delight of her pleasant company undisturbed. They all sang, they danced, they played from morning to night; only the princess noticed that day by day the fresh young faces of her maidens grew pale and wan, and the mirror in the great marble hall showed her that she alone still kept her rosy bloom, while Brunhilda and the rest faded visibly. They assured her that all was well with them; but, nevertheless, they continued to waste away, and day by day it became harder to them to take part in the games of the princess, till at last, one fine morning, when the princess started from bed and hastened out to join her gay playfellows, she shuddered and started back at the sight of a group of shrivelled crones, with bent backs and trembling limbs, who supported their tottering steps with staves and crutches, and coughed dismally. A little nearer to the hearth lay the once frolicsome Beni, with all four feet stretched stiffly out, while the sleek cat seemed too weak to raise his head from his velvet cushion. The horrified princess fled to the door to escape from the sight of this mournful company, and called loudly for the gnome, who appeared at once, humbly anxious to do her bidding. 'Malicious Sprite,' she cried,' why do you begrudge me my playmates-the greatest delight of my lonely hours? Isn't this solitary life in such a desert bad enough without your turning the castle into a hospital for the aged? Give my maidens back their youth and health this very minute, or I will never love you!' Sweetest and fairest of damsels,' cried the gnome, do not be angry; everything that is in my power I will do-but do not ask the impossible. So long as the sap was fresh in the roots the magic staff could keep them in the forms you desired, but as the sap dried up they withered away. But never trouble yourself about that, dearest one, a basket of fresh turnips will soon set matters right, and you can speedily call up again every form you wish to see. The great green patch in the garden will provide you with a more lively company.' So saying the gnome took himself off. And the princess with her magic wand touched the wrinkled old women, and left them the withered roots they really were, to be thrown upon the rubbish heap; and with light feet skipped off across to the meadow to take possession of the freshly filled basket. But to her surprise she could not find it anywhere. Up and down the garden she searched, spying into every comer, but not a sign of it was to be found. By the trellis of grapevines she met the gnome, who was so much embarrassed at the sight of her that she became aware of his confusion while he was still quite a long way off. 'You are trying to tease me,' she cried, as soon as she saw him. 'Where have you hidden the basket? I have been looking for it at least an hour.' continued........ Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Donna worked the bombing site. She recently received a excerpt of Timothy McVeigh's book, and this is her response: Dear Friends, I will not forward the excerpt from the book that has been written by two reporters and a couple of shrinks about Tim McVeigh. It was sent to me by someone I respect, and I have checked it out to be sure that the quote was accurate. And, it was. I fully expected to read this book. I wanted to know a lot of things. And, I believe that the book is an accurate account of what Tim McVeigh has said. I wanted to know why he picked Oklahoma City. I wanted to know if he implicated anyone else. I wanted to know if he took responsibility. But, I won't read the book. After reading the excerpt I know that it doesn't matter. It won't change a thing. I have to address this. So, buckle up, because here goes. And, before I start this tirade, I want to say that what follows I know to be fact because I saw it. My husband sat up a tent across the street from the building, right next to Little Caesar's pizza, who also sat up a tent and made pizza's on the spot. Jim's company donated all the coffee and tea and equipment, and we funneled the water and cokes and other supplies that were donated through that little blue tent and to the rescuers, and the workers. So, we saw what happened, and we know. My husband, whose heart is so soft he swerves to miss a turtle on the highway, stood in that carnage, unflinching, on a knee the size of a basketball and did everything he could. This,to me, is the measure of a man. Tim McVeigh says, and this is the only quote from the man you'll get from me "It was my choice and my control to hit that building when it was full. ....I understand what they felt in Oklahoma City . I have no sympathy for them." First of all, I don't think Tim McVeigh feels at all, and second, no one in Oklahoma City asked for any sympathy of any kind. Least of all Tim McVeigh's. While he was cowering away from the scene, with ear plugs in his ears, the people of my town were running toward the mess he had created. There were not just 168 bodies to be recovered. There were almost 1000 injured people to be triaged and helped. That was done. And, it was done with a speed and an accuracy that stunned the people who came later to help us. Our construction companies had cranes in place within the first hour. Our hardware companies turned their shelves over to the effort. Vets came to help with the rescue animals. Doctors came and worked along side construction workers and lay people. Engineers kept that wreck standing until all but three bodies were recovered And no matter what the conspiracy people say, that was a damned miracle. When the wind blew, even a little, that building swayed and groaned so loud it was audible for blocks . When other States sent rescue units to help us, my town fed them, clothed them, held their heads when they vomited at the carnage and comforted them when they cried. Being close to that building wasn't easy during those 19 days. It was bloody, it stank, and it was dangerous. And, in spite of this, we had trouble getting people to stand down and take a rest. Thank you, New York Urban, and Phoenix, and Fairfax, and Dade County, and Denver, and Everyone else who came. You showed up on our door step like a good neighbor, with your equipment, and tears in your eyes, and we will forever be in your debt. You are heroes to the person, and always in my prayers. Saint Michael's heart beats in you all. Buildings around the site stood wide open. Their foundations sprung to the extent that their doors wouldn't lock. But, locking the doors wouldn't have mattered anyway, since the windows were all gone. There was not one incident of looting. Not one. And, Joe Q. American did everything else. By midnight, that first day, we had an ample supply of blood for all. I saw people lined up around the Oklahoma Blood institute. Hundreds of people lined up, waiting for hours, to donate their blood. Business men in suits talked casually to homeless people who felt the blast and came. And, the rescuers didn't just exist on dry sandwiches. Oh no. Little Cesar's, and the Outback, and Subway, and local Barbecue and Steak houses, and Hooter's, and Taco Bell, and Sonic, and other's too numerous to mention, some from Texas and Kansas fed everyone well. And for free. And this wasn't easy. Food had to labeled as to date, origin, and time of arrival, and kept clean and cold in a very inhospitable environment. And, this was done. Everyone at the site was sick, but it was never because of the food. And, by the way, this was all done with a finesse that preserved ample evidence to get Tim McVeigh's sorry ass strapped to a gurney and taken care of. That coward won't kill anyone else's babies. While we tended to the needs of the rescuers, the FBI, the ATF, FEMA, and the Oklahoma City Police Department worked around us, and under our feet, sometimes with tweezers, and plastic bags, picking up minute pieces of the barrels that held the explosives, and pieces as big as the axle of the Ryder Rental truck. They were professionals all, and sensitive to our feelings. When the authors wanted to donate a portion of the proceeds from the book to our Memorial, the Memorial committee quietly said "no thank you." I am so glad, and so proud of them. No sympathy, or no money needed here. We'll handle it, thank you. Don't buy the book. Send the $20. to the Memorial, or to the Red Cross, or to the Education fund for the children of the victims, or to the Oklahoma City Fire Department, or the Phoenix Fire Department, or Dade County, or to Feed the Children. This is not about Tim McVeigh. It's about the human spirit. And, it's here, and it thrives, and it asks no sympathy. Love to All, Donna Prather

Space Weather News for May 2, 2001 http://www.spaceweather.com Yesterday astronomers reported that the nucleus of comet C/2001 A2 (LINEAR) has apparently split in two. This icy visitor from the outer solar system is growing in brightness as it approaches the Sun and could soon become a faint naked-eye object. Sky watchers with modest telescopes or binoculars can spot the fuzzy fragmenting comet near the feet of Orion after sunset. The comet is rapidly gliding toward southern skies, so southern hemisphere observers will enjoy the best views in the days and weeks ahead. For more information please visit http://www.spaceweather.com ---

> I want to thank all of you so much for the cards you are sending Debs. > She receives one or two every day and I know it means a lot to her that > she is being remembered. > > She is supposed to be receiving hyberbaric oxygen chamber therapy but > her first "dive" last week was very traumatic. She had a panic attack > and they had to "abort" (sorry, that is the terminology). Today the > doctor prescribed a sedative to calm her so we will see if it works, > tomorrow morning. I know she really dreads the thought of riding to the > hospital and all that entails. > > All prayers and/or positive thoughts will be gratefully received!!!!! > > Hugs to each and every one of you!!! > > Pat > in Las Vegas Thanks Pat. Keeping Debs in my prayers. Please give her my love. {{{{{{{{{{{{{Debs}}}}}}}}}}}}} Hugs for Momma too~! {{{{{{{{{{Pat}}}}}}}}}}} Angels~! kath

Compassion Is In The Eyes It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind. He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention. Then another passed by , and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider's eye and said, "Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn't appear to be a passageway by foot." Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop aboard." Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse. The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles away. As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman's curiosity caused him to inquire, "Sir, I notice that you let several other riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a ride. I'm curious why, on such a bitter winter night, you would wait and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?" The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around these here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good." The old-timer continued, "I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need." Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply. "I'm most grateful for what you have said," he told the old man. "May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion." With that, Thomas Jefferson turned his horse around and made his way back to the White House. ~ Author Unknown

Awwww.... :*) Thank you Linda. You are my very dear friend. {{{{{{{{Linda}}}}}}}}} Love You~! kath > Hi Kath, > > You have got to be the sweetest lady on earth!!!! > Must have the best memory too. I really do like > this painting a lot. It is very appropriate at this > time, as I do feel as though I am hovering over > a deep abyss. > > Thank you so much, you dear, dear lady. > > Love, > Linda > > Kath wrote: > > > " Faith " > > http://www.countryreflections.com/bfaith.htm > > > > Linda, I seem to remember you liking this painting. > > It came to mind this morning as I read your post ....... > > {{{{{{{{{Linda}}}}}}}} > > Love, > > Kath

Fred, your mail is bouncing, sweetie. Kath Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

I want to thank all of you so much for the cards you are sending Debs. She receives one or two every day and I know it means a lot to her that she is being remembered. She is supposed to be receiving hyberbaric oxygen chamber therapy but her first "dive" last week was very traumatic. She had a panic attack and they had to "abort" (sorry, that is the terminology). Today the doctor prescribed a sedative to calm her so we will see if it works, tomorrow morning. I know she really dreads the thought of riding to the hospital and all that entails. All prayers and/or positive thoughts will be gratefully received!!!!! Hugs to each and every one of you!!! Pat in Las Vegas

Thanks Kath, If I send a site, must I send in non-html format or will the html come off automatically? Patti ----- Original Message ----- From: Kath To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Wednesday, May 02, 2001 5:13 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Awwww.......... so cute~! :-) Anne Geddes Web Site http://www.annegeddes.com/indexpages.cfm Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~ ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== Your Listresses: Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

The 10 Most Unhealthy Foods By Simon McNeil Nutrition Correspondent Ever since we were little, we were told to eat our fruits and vegetables, and to avoid those sugary snacks that our mouths salivate for... yeah, right! Is that why more than 50% of North Americans (especially men) die each year of cardiovascular disease, mostly related to unhealthy eating habits? So before giving you a list of no-no foods, here are the top foods you should eat. 10 foods you should eat: 1. Sweet potatoes. They're loaded with carotenoids, vitamin C, potassium, and fiber. 2. 100% whole grain bread contains many more vitamins and minerals than its white counterpart. 3. Broccoli comes packed with vitamin C, carotenoids and folic acid. 4. Watermelon makes an excellent source of vitamin C and carotenoids. 5. Beans win the inexpensive, low fat, high protein award. Plus they contain lots of iron, folic acid and fiber. 6. Cantaloupe supplies all the daily requirements of vitamin A and C in just a quarter slice. 7. Spinach and kale provide calcium, fiber, carotenoids, and vitamin C. 8. Oranges contain vitamin C, plus abundant folic acid, potassium and fiber. 9. Oatmeal provides soluble fiber that helps lower bad cholesterol while improving good cholesterol. 10. 1% milk ranks as an excellent source of protein, with little or no artery-clogging fat or cholesterol. ~ generally bad ~ Solid fats Anything from land animals or coconut and palm oils. Reduce your intake because they're safe for frying and slow to spoil. They're a quick and easy way to add taste and calories. These oils compete with the "good" oils for the nutrients, which slows down some of the essential cell functions. In order to absorb these fats, we must increase production of cholesterol. To have them in our blood, we also make additional cholesterol. Heated, deep fried fats and oils All toxic despite good taste. They aren't naturally found in food and they interfere with certain essential oils. They raise the bad cholesterol. Nearly all store-bought baked goods are made with shortening. Contrary to popular belief, butter is better than margarine. White refined flour and most store-bought pasta The bran and germ that are removed from such items are amazingly good sources of minerals and vitamins. They lack the essential nutrients, even after enrichment. Better to stick with whole grain products because white refined flour and store-bought pasta are linked to an increase in heart disease. White rice No, this does not mean to completely avoid eating white rice. However, brown rice does have nutrients that can't be found in white rice. One can possibly mix white and brown rice together for a great combination of flavor. Sugar (white and brown), molasses and soft drinks All of us are used to grabbing a Coke from the vending machine at work or school, but what we may not be so aware of is that the fructose portion of refined sugar is a building block for cholesterol. So what foods should I not even think about? 10 foods you should never eat: 1. Quaker Oats 100 % Natural Oats and Honey Granola contain 3 teaspoons of sugar per half cup, and come laden with more artery-clogging fat than a McDonald's hamburger. 2. Gwaltney Great Dogs Chicken Franks contain 10 or 11 grams of fat per frank. Most hotdog manufacturers now offer pork, beef, turkey, or soy franks with zero to 2.5 grams of fat per frank. 3. Entemann's Rich Frosted Donut Variety Pack has as much saturated fat as 9 strips of bacon (10 grams). 4. Nissin Cup Noodles with Shrimp contain pre-fried and pre-salted noodles, compounded by the practice of using artery-clogging palm oil. They add 6 times as much sodium to the noodles as potato chips contain. 5. Frito-Lay's Wow Potato Chips are fried in olestra, a recently formulated fat substitute that some people cannot digest. 6. Oscar Mayer Lunchables contain heavily processed meat, cheese and mostly white-flour crackers. 7. Burger King's french fries have a salty coating that allow more fat to be absorbed. 8. Campbell's red label soups come brimming with salt. 9. Bugles are fried in highly saturated coconut oil. Baked Bugles are better. 10. Contadina's Alfredo Sauce contains a large amount of butter.

Hi Kath, You have got to be the sweetest lady on earth!!!! Must have the best memory too. I really do like this painting a lot. It is very appropriate at this time, as I do feel as though I am hovering over a deep abyss. Thank you so much, you dear, dear lady. Love, Linda Kath wrote: > " Faith " > http://www.countryreflections.com/bfaith.htm > > Linda, I seem to remember you liking this painting. > It came to mind this morning as I read your post ....... > {{{{{{{{{Linda}}}}}}}} > Love, > Kath > > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~ > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > For questions about this list, contact the list administrator at > FOLKLORE-admin@rootsweb.com > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Folks: Watson Is Where It Wuz is now in the Watson Library. If any of you want to check the book out all you have to do is get on Plumb Street, it runs plumb through town, and when you get to the library go on in and check the thing out. If any of you need a city map just let me know. Bill Covey Author of: Watson Is Where It Wuz http://BillCovey.50megs.com

OrganizedHome.Com http://householdnotebook.com/ >From Organized Home.com lots of printable pages to help you get yourself and the family organized. Calendars, to-do lists, babysitters info page, phone list, Christmas card list, picnic planner, travel packing tips and checklist, printable price book pages, daily diet tracker, blood pressure tracker, first aid kit checklist and lots more that build up into a complete household notebook to help your life run smoothly. Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

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The Top 10 Tips for Being an Excellent Listener by Dr. Clare Albright * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * One of the biggest secrets for being successful with both your personal and your business goals is learning the skills of listening with excellence. Pick one of the tips below and practice applying it throughout the day today. 1. Detect whether the person talking to you is expressing facts or feelings. Respond with extra care and sensitivity when the person who you are listening to is coming from the more subjective domain of feelings and opinions. 2. Respond fully to the feelings that someone shares before responding with the facts. For example, when a child says, "I am afraid that there is a monster under the bed," few parents provide an empathetic response such as, "Sounds like you had a scary night." Most parents reassure the child prematurely by saying something like, "Don't worry, there are no monsters." This objective response can make the child feel alone and that their feelings are unimportant. 3. Use silence when the person talking to you is sharing feelings and you do not know what to say. Simply nod in understanding and let yourself be touched by what they are saying. Resist the temptation to say something just so that you are saying something. 4. Groan or make encouraging sounds when someone is sharing feelings and they seem to desire some acknowledgement from you. This can actually buy you some time to formulate an empathetic response. 5. Focus on what someone is saying instead of thinking of what you are going to say when they are finished speaking. The tennis coach is always saying, "Watch the ball." Focusing on the speaker is equivalent to becoming a good listener. Your responses will be more helpful and natural if you focus on the other person fully while they are speaking. 6. Listen FOR things when people share instead of merely listening TO them. There are so many things that you can listen for, such as the speaker's values, feelings, needs, strengths, weaknesses, etc. 7. Use short responses when the speaker is sharing something that is very important to them. Longer responses will make the speaker feel impatient because they may feel "de-railed" by your intrusion. 8. Respond to others by repeating the metaphors that they have used. For example, if your co-worker tells you that she feels like an old lady because her birthday is coming, you could say, "Well, at least we can use our senior discount together when we go to the diner now." Practice 'volleying' with the metaphors of others. 9. Listen twice as much as you speak. Are you speaking more than half of the time? Remember the old saying about having two ears and one mouth? Becoming this kind of listener is a great way to win friends. 10. Remember that the attitude of your heart as a listener is always more important and more obvious than anything that you say in response to someone. An attitude of respect and of trying to understand another person's world is much more important than learning how to formulate brilliant responses. About the Author This piece was written by Dr. Clare Albright, Clinical Psychologist and Professional Coach. These 10 Listening Tips are from, "85 Secrets for Improving Your Communication Skills" by Dr. Clare Albright, which can be downloaded for only $5.77 via www.ImprovingYourCommunicationSkills.com. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Tranquility Bowls by Darcy Miller * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I have recently discovered a new little creation that I would like to pass to all of you. Beta Fish and Peace Lily Plant Materials Needed: One large glass vase Two bags Colored marbles Ribbon or fabric to make a bow around the jar A Beta Fish ( local pet store have tons of them, sell for around 2.50) Peace Lilly plant with roots intact Put your bags of Marbles at the bottom of the empty jar and fill the jar up only half way with spring water OR tap water (non chlorinated). Float your Beta fish in the water slowly so he gets used to your water temp. They like it a little cold! Take your peace lily plant and clean its roots really well with your hands or a toothbrush. Plop it down in the water leaving space at the top where the Beta can get to the top for air or it will suffocate! Tie bow around the neck of your vase! You have a beautiful decoration! A few facts about your fish Here is what two different local fish pet stores recommend for these fish. 1. They prefer cold water. Warm or hot water sends them into shock. 2. Use Spring water or treated tap water. Bottled water contains metals the same as untreated tap water. 3. Feed Beta "Bites" or other Beta fish food daily. A Small Pinch in the morning and A small pinch at night! 4. Change the water twice a month by scooping out at least half at a time and replacing with the above distilled or treated tap water. ( I change mine twice a week! ) 5. Do not place in direct sunlight - again, they not like warm water. 6. Leave at least an inch or two of air space at top of the container for them to breathe. 7. Make sure roots don't overtake the jar and they have room to swim around, even though you'll see them "hanging out" in the roots. 8. Keep males separated. They will fight and kill each other if placed together. All this for under $10!!! These make really nice decorations and they also make a wonderful gift for someone in the hospital or sympathy gifts! Be sure to include the food with them. Some people may not have time to run out and get food right away! About the Author: Darcy Miller is a freelance writer with such works as The Ezine Creator and Moms Who Work. Publishes two Newsletters called The Honey Pot Newsletter with over 80,000 subscribers and Moms Who Work a womens community for Mothers! Also known for her Childrens Holiday Postal Newsletter which she does entirely from her home! To subscribe to her newsletter send email to Aniasangel@aol.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Environmentally Friendly Tips Keep salt shakers full of baking soda at kitchen and bathroom sinks - soda will shine taps, remove spots from kitchen counters as well as cleaning the sinks. Drain Opener: Open drains with plunger or metal snake. Pour 1/2 cup of baking soda into drain (or washing soda), add 1/2 cup vinegar. Wait a few minutes and follow with 2 cups boiling water. Flush weekly with equal amount baking soda and boiling water. Don't pour fat or cooking oils down the drain; instead cool and dispose with household garbage. [Alternate drain opener recipe: Mix together 1 cup baking soda, one cup salt, 1/4 cup cup cream of tartar. To keep your drain from being clogged, regularly pour 1/4 cup of the above mixture into drain. Follow this with one litre of boiling water and then flush with cold water. If drain is clogged, pour in 1/4 cup baking soda followed by 1/2 cup vinegar. Close drain until fizzing stops and flush with boiling water.] Air Freshener: Ventilate. Add cloves and cinnamon to boiling water. Set out dish of vinegar. Recipes using straight bleach javex for sinks, tiles stoves refrigerators linoleum toilet bowls and bathtubs - wash then wipe with solution of 200ml bleach per 5L of warm water. Rinse and keep wet 10 minutes with bleach solution if stains persist. Do not use with ammonia or other toilet bowl cleaner! Chrome Cleaner: Use baking soda and a dry cloth. Carpet & Upholstery cleaner: Clean stains immediately with cold water or soda water. Vacuum with wet/dry unit. Sprinkle cornstarch on rug and vacuum. Use soap-based non-aerosol rug shampoo. Disinfectant: Use 1/4 cup borax dissolved in 1 litre of warm water. Expired Medication: Return surplus medication to your local pharmacy. Antibiotics should NOT be flushed into septic systems. They kill useful bacteria in the system. Small quantities of pharmaceutical can be flushed down the toilet. Fabric Softener: Add 1 cup vinegar or 1/4 cup baking soda to rinse. Another method is to put aside one wet article such as a towel after the wash is completed and to add to the clothes being dried 5 or ten minutes before the end of the drying cycle. Furniture polish: Mix 1 part vinegar and 3 parts olive oil or use 1 tsp lemon oil in 1 litre mineral oil. Apply with a soft cloth. Buff again if desired. Laundry Bleach: Substitute 1/2 cup borax per washload. Use a phosphate-free soap. Wash clothes in water and 45 ml ( 3 TBS) washing soda. Rewash with 1 cup pure soap powder with 1 1/2 to 3 TBS washing soda. Treat stubborn stains prior to washing. Laundry detergent: Add 1/3 cup washing soda to water before placing clothes in machine and substitute soap flakes or powder for detergent. Laundry pre-soak: Use a paste of washing soda and water. Oven Cleaner: For baked-on grease, wipe with ammonia and let sit overnight, then scrub with baking soda. Use a tray to catch spills, sprinkle salt on spills when still warm and scrub. Porcelain Cleaner: Apply baking soda/water paste, let sit, rub clean and rinse. Scouring Powders: Baking soda or salt. Stain Remover: Clean stains immediater with soda water. Stainless Steel Cleaner: Wash in 4 litres warm water and 3 TBS baking soda. Tub & Tile Cleaners: Apply vinegar (full strength) to area then scour with baking soda. Use a toothbrush for scrubbing cracks. Window Cleaner: Use solution of 1/2 cup vinegar in 4 litres warm water. Use crumpled newspapers to dry glass. Wood Preservatives: Mix 3 cups (750 ml) exterior varnish with 30 ml (2 TBS) paraffin wax and enough mineral spirits or turpentine to make 4.5 litres. Dip wood or spply with a brush. Let dry. Paint a few days later. Purchase rot-resistant lumber such as cedar or eastern larch. Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

----- Original Message ----- From: Mary <marym@i-is.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, April 27, 2001 9:06 AM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Toooo cute! > LOL! > Thanks Karie, > Never heard this one before! > > Mary > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Karie Johnson" <kazeej@excite.com> > Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Toooo cute! > > > LOL! This is to cute for words! :0) Karie > > PLAYING IN THE SANDBOX > > Little Johnny and Little Suzy were playing one day in the sand box, > when all of a sudden little Johnny had to pee. Too embarrassed to say > he had to pee in front of little Suzy, he tried to think of what his > mother would do in this situation. Thinking he was quite clever he > looked up and told Suzy, "I have to go powder my nose," and off he > went to relieve himself. > > Upon returning, little Suzy asked him if everything went okay > powdering his nose. He said everything was fine. "Well," she said, > with a funny look on her face, "you better close you compact, because > your lipstick is sticking out." > > If you dont stand for something, you'll fall for anything....... > > > ______________________________

" Faith " http://www.countryreflections.com/bfaith.htm Linda, I seem to remember you liking this painting. It came to mind this morning as I read your post ....... {{{{{{{{{Linda}}}}}}}} Love, Kath Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~

Thanks Munchkin, Wow~! What a lot of History today~?! <G> :-) We have an old fort that Hudson Bay built out here. Ft. Vancouver. I love to visit there. :-) They put special dealies on as well as the regular tours. So much fun~! :-) It was really something that Jackson was wounded by his own men. Some say that turned the tide of the war. terrible loss for the South when they lost him. Thanks again, Mary. I love your Gazette~! :-) Kath > Today is Wednesday, May second, the 122nd day of 2001. > There are 243 days left in the year.