Thank-you, I needed that today. Ruth

Angel Potatoes 2- 24 ounce bags shredded potatoes 16 ounces (2 cups) sour cream 2 cans cream of chicken soup 5-6 green onions, chopped 8 ounces (1 cup) cheddar cheese, shredded 1 cup crushed corn flakes (optional) Combine all ingredients except corn flakes. Put in baking dish and top with corn flakes. Bake at 350 degrees Pat Las Vegas

Unexpected Blessings By Cynthia Hummel When the adoption agency said we were matched for a baby boy, we were overjoyed. We hugged and kissed in celebration that our dream was about to come true. So when the counselor said we should be ready to fly to the opposite coast for his due date on April 27, just over a week away, we didn't hesitate for a second in saying we would be there. Most expectant mothers have nine months to prepare - we had just nine days. We had been expecting a full two- year wait for a child. We were shocked when the call came just three months after we completed the paperwork. "Is the nursery ready?" asked a business associate. Well, not exactly. In fact, we had nothing for a baby. The would-be nursery in our 1840s fixer-upper farmhouse was water damaged and very badly in need of rewiring as well as new walls, a new ceiling and floor. Once the room was finished, we could begin purchasing items for our future addition to the family. Nine days? We could do it! After all, it's not every day that a couple can fulfill their dream of bringing a baby into their lives. We worked during the day and worked like mad by night. The thought of finally having a child of our own kept us going. As the baby's due date neared, we were almost finished restoring the room. We made a whirlwind trip through two stores to buy the basic necessities - a diaper bag, diapers, baby wipes and blankets. Friends, family and sometimes even complete strangers who had heard our story showed up with used baby furniture, clothes and a host of other necessities to help us be ready in time. As we boarded the flight with a stocked diaper bag and borrowed car seat in hand, we had accomplished nearly all of our goals - except for painting and putting up the last of the wood trim work in the nursery. The baby's room would not be exactly as we had pictured it, but somehow we thought our son would not notice if a few final touches came later. Three weeks and a long airplane ride later, my husband and I walked through the door of our home with our new son. The moment was one of indescribable joy for us. As we put our son to sleep in his cousin's crib, we noticed an unexpected surprise: the painting was completed and the trim work placed! The nursery was finished! Next, we noticed that the refrigerator had been stocked with several meals for us. Friends and family came throughout the next few days to see our new son and continued to bring items we needed, such as a playpen and a highchair. When our son went through a bout of colic, my mother-in-law gave us one of the best gifts of all - the opportunity to get some precious sleep. Reflecting on our first few hours home as family, we now realize that our blessings extended far beyond our new son. Little did we realize, we had already been part of a caring extended family, larger than we could have ever imagined. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

> Prayer of a Gardening Mother > By Debbie Farmer > > Dear God, give me the strength to grow a garden. > Give me the perseverance to find a portion of dirt in > my backyard that's free from old popsicle sticks and sand > toys, out of range of the swing set, and not used as a > tricycle parking lot or a soccer field. > Give me the courage to face the fact that the crate of > bulbs that took six weeks to be delivered and three hours > of backbreaking labor to plant, can be dug up in five > minutes by a two-year-old with a spoon. > Guide me through the backyard over plastic toys, > irrigation systems and wire mesh to unravel the dog from > the watering hose for the fifteenth time. > Help me to accept that everything in my garden is > either expensive, high maintenance or unpronounceable, and > the only thing that looks the same as it did in the mail- > order catalog is the dirt. > Grant me patience when my daughter waters all of the > bulbs with apple juice because "they look thirsty." > Give me the strength to remain silent when my husband > puts pans of beer throughout the garden to get rid of the > snails. > In your infinite wisdom, show me how to turn off the > drip irrigation system that has been on since sometime in > mid-March. > Grant me serenity when my son presents me with a > bouquet of freshly pulled daffodils crammed into an old > plastic sand bucket - and the ability to smile when he > tries to put them back. > Comfort me when all of the beer pans in the garden are > empty - and the dog is staggering around the backyard > trying to do the limbo with the low branches on the apple > tree. > And if I ask too much, God, just give me the foresight > to know that, no matter what I do, by the end of summer the > flowers will be run over by plastic roller skates, the > gardening stakes will be used for goal posts, and the > fertile soil will, once again, be filled with old popsicle > sticks and sand toys - and I wouldn't have it any other > way. > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

LOL you should write a book turkalies I love these storys!! ele > > > About 2 1/2 years ago, my middle daughter Sandy met a guy on the net. > They had a lot in common and quickly developed a close friendship. It > wasn't long before it was more. One minor problem: he lived in Holland > and he was married. He swore it was a wretched marriage. Yeah, heard > that one before!! > > Two years ago he came to America. They spent 2 weeks together. He went > home and moved out of his house. He got divorced. 1 1/2 years ago she > moved to Holland. I'm so pleased to say that Ben is an honest man, a > great guy! Sandy is so happy where she is. She has a super nice house, a > fantastic husband and a brand new prestigious job. She's one lucky yping > lady! But that isn't the point of this story. > > We in this country are so used to what we have that it just seems > normal. We don't have a clue how the rest of the world lives. I sure had > an eye opener last week. Ben and Sandy came for a visit and they brought > his 21 year old daughter, also named Sandy. I can't tolerate having two > Sandys around, too confusing! She was promptly named Little Sandy, LS, > Ellis. She was quite amused by her new nickname! I'm telling you this > now for clarity sake. > > Sandy said that after they landed in Washington DC, they were hungry and > found a restaurant next to the hotel. They ordered sandwiches and fries. > When the waitress brought the three plates of food out, Ellis's eyes > popped out of her head! Nowhere in Europe do you get that much food! > Sandy said the usual portion is about 1/3 of what we consider normal. > > Next shock to Ellis's system came when Sandy took her to a supper > Wal-Mart. She came to a complete stop and just stared, with an open > mouth. She's never seen so much "stuff" under one roof. Well, that > amused Sandy so much she took her to a supermarket. Ellis gasped and was > in total shock! The meat department completely blew her mind! > > >From DC they drove to Austin, Texas. There is an annual music festival > there, South by Southwest. Ben attends yearly. I should mention here > that he's the head of Munich Records. Poor Ellis was stunned by the size > of this country. You drive and drive and there's still more of it! And > cows! She's never seen so many cows! And horses. Not to mention sheep, > pigs, chickens and dogs! > > After the festival they came here. Now I'm as bad as my daughter. What > can I do that will awe Ellis? After a little thought I came up with > taking them to Golden Corral, a buffet restaurant. It turned out to be > an inspired thought because I got Ben too! > > When Ben and Ellis saw all the choices they were overwhelmed. Ben asked, > "What are we allowed to take?" When they were told they could have > anything they wanted, as much as they wanted, they about had a heart > attack! Needless to say they dove in with gusto! After the meal, Ben was > curious as to the cost. When he was told that for 5 people the bill came > to $40, he thought there had to be a mistake. Most meals in Europe are > $20 per person! > > To say the visit was educational is an understatement, on both sides of > the pond. Now I'm plotting what to spring on them next year. Maybe a > biker bar? > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

The Only Thing We Could Think of By Elizabeth M. Danehy My singing group, The Sirens, was invited to New York City to sing at an awards ceremony for Helen Thomas (the White House correspondent). Only five of us could make it, but it turned out fine. We were excused from all of our classes for the day so we decided to make use of our time off. After the ceremony, we hopped on the subway and headed to Ground Zero. As soon as we stepped onto the sidewalk, the mood was completely different. It was dark, quiet and it smelled strange. What we saw was devastating. The buildings were still burning, and the air was filled with smoke. The area was fenced off, but you could see pretty much everything. I have never seen such destruction in my entire life; not one person there could look at it without feeling horrified. There were candles, pictures, posters and letters posted all along the fence that separated us from the remains. Hundreds of people stood watching and crying. I have never felt so hopeless. We decided to do the only thing we could think of and that was to sing. We have been preparing many patriotic songs that are beautifully written and well arranged (for a cappella music). The girls and I stood up against the wall, faced the people, and with the remains behind us, we sang for two hours. People videotaped us, took pictures, hugged us, sang with us, and about five people called home and held up their cell phones to our music. At one point, a woman in front of us broke down and started bawling, and all of us girls felt her pain and lost it in the middle of the song. The most amazing thing was that the crowd joined in and finished it for us; it was absolutely surreal. CNN showed up and taped our group and the people responding to the music. In our last song, "The Star-Spangled Banner," firemen began to fill the streets. There were about forty of them, and they had just walked off Ground Zero from working there all day. They removed their hats and began to cry. It was so sad; I cannot begin to describe how it felt. At the end they applauded us, and we applauded them. We walked into the streets and hugged them and thanked them. They were crying and tried to explain how horrible it is there, but told us how important it is that people support each other. I will never forget that day as long as I live. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

SOME THINGS YOU KEEP... Some things you keep. Like good teeth. Warm coats. Bald husbands. They're good for you, reliable and practical and so sublime that to throw them away would make the garbage man a thief. So you hang on, because something old is sometimes better than something new, and what you know is often better than a stranger. These are my thoughts, they make me sound old, old and tame and dull at a time when everybody else is risky and racy and flashing all that's new and improved in their lives. New careers, new thighs, new lips, new cars. The world is dizzy with trade-ins. I could keep track, but I don't think I want to. I grew up in the fifties with practical parents - a mother, God bless her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it - and still does. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. They weren't poor, my parents, they were just satisfied. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Fifties couples in Bermuda shorts and Banlon sweaters, lawnmower in one hand, tools in the other. The tools were for fixing things - a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things you keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant there'd always be more. But then my father died, and on that clear summer night, in my patio, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.' Sometimes what you care about most gets all used up and goes away, never to return. So, while you have it, it's best to love it and care for it and fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. That's true for marriage and old cars and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents. You keep them because they're worth it, because you're worth it. Some things you keep. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

awsome thanks sweetie ele > > <A HREF="http://www.webpagan.com/NativeAmericanandMesoamerica_43">Click here: WebPagan.com -- Traditions and Groups : Native American and > Mesoamerica</A> > > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Angels Around them Ele > > Hi, > Not sure if any of you are on any other lists with Pat@ so > I thought I would pass along the information that her mother > passed away on Tuesday, March 19th. > > Keep Pat & her family in your prayers. > > Mary > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

In a message dated 3/25/2002 8:20:31 PM Eastern Standard Time, mzmouser@attbi.com writes: > http://www.artpassions.net/ > > What a fabulous site Kath, I loved it and have bookmarked it. Hope you are well, Sharon....((((((((((((Kath)))))))))))))) When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb

You're right, you are good.  Thanks a lot.  I was getting kind of scared when I realized that the songs they were talking about using had not been written till after 1900.  If we are going to do this thing, we should do it right.  Not to mention "Historically Correct". ---- Begin Original Message ---- From: Turk McGee <turkm.turkmcgee@verizon.net> Sent: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 22:12:59 -0500 To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] 1852 Hymns Oh I'm so good! *Tongue firmly in cheek* However I can help here, Miss Kara! Check out this site and you'll find exactly what you need. http://www.pdmusic.org/hymns.html Janis Kara Lea Hosman wrote: > The Canyon that I live in is going to be celebrating it's Sesquicentenial (150yrs) in June and > my Mother and I are working on a play telling the history of the canyon.  One part of the play > will show the early churches and we are now looking for hymns that would have been sung in > the Texas Hill Country in 1852.  It would have to be something written probably before 1825 in > order for the settlers to know it by the time they settled this canyon.  If anyone knows of any, > please let me know.  Kara > > _______________________________________ > Get Your Free Personal Email at: > http://www.sa360.com > > > > ==== 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´`*:»§« ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ====     A very friendly warm list.           We are one BIG Happy Folk Family. »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« ---- End Original Message ---- _______________________________________ Get Your Free Personal Email at: http://www.sa360.com

Dear Kara: Where is this place you are talking about? Also when is this going to be? My husband and I will be travelling from VanCouver, BC down through Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona in the month of June. This is something we might want to see. We will be starting out June 2, 2002 in Vancouver and driving down the Coastal highway to San Diego to pick up our van which we will be leaving in San Diego while we go on a Hawaiian Cruise and then start heading east back towards Florida. Please let me know when and where and the time. Also most hymns that we sing today have been sung for hundreds of years. Thanks Jean Payton ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kara Lea Hosman" <karalea@sa360.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, March 25, 2002 9:19 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] 1852 Hymns The Canyon that I live in is going to be celebrating it's Sesquicentenial (150yrs) in June and my Mother and I are working on a play telling the history of the canyon. One part of the play will show the early churches and we are now looking for hymns that would have been sung in the Texas Hill Country in 1852. It would have to be something written probably before 1825 in order for the settlers to know it by the time they settled this canyon. If anyone knows of any, please let me know. Kara _______________________________________ Get Your Free Personal Email at: http://www.sa360.com ==== 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´`*:»§«

Oh I'm so good! *Tongue firmly in cheek* However I can help here, Miss Kara! Check out this site and you'll find exactly what you need. http://www.pdmusic.org/hymns.html Janis Kara Lea Hosman wrote: > The Canyon that I live in is going to be celebrating it's Sesquicentenial (150yrs) in June and > my Mother and I are working on a play telling the history of the canyon. One part of the play > will show the early churches and we are now looking for hymns that would have been sung in > the Texas Hill Country in 1852. It would have to be something written probably before 1825 in > order for the settlers to know it by the time they settled this canyon. If anyone knows of any, > please let me know. Kara > > _______________________________________ > Get Your Free Personal Email at: > http://www.sa360.com > > > > ==== 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´`*:»§«

The Canyon that I live in is going to be celebrating it's Sesquicentenial (150yrs) in June and my Mother and I are working on a play telling the history of the canyon. One part of the play will show the early churches and we are now looking for hymns that would have been sung in the Texas Hill Country in 1852. It would have to be something written probably before 1825 in order for the settlers to know it by the time they settled this canyon. If anyone knows of any, please let me know. Kara _______________________________________ Get Your Free Personal Email at: http://www.sa360.com

Welcome to Art Passions. Art Passions is primarily about artists and illustrators whose works I grew up with. I encourage you to explore this site and learn about the works of Arthur Rackham, Gustave Dore, William Morris, Aubrey Beardsley, Edmund Dulac, Adrienne Segur, the Preraphaelites and others. http://www.artpassions.net/

About 2 1/2 years ago, my middle daughter Sandy met a guy on the net. They had a lot in common and quickly developed a close friendship. It wasn't long before it was more. One minor problem: he lived in Holland and he was married. He swore it was a wretched marriage. Yeah, heard that one before!! Two years ago he came to America. They spent 2 weeks together. He went home and moved out of his house. He got divorced. 1 1/2 years ago she moved to Holland. I'm so pleased to say that Ben is an honest man, a great guy! Sandy is so happy where she is. She has a super nice house, a fantastic husband and a brand new prestigious job. She's one lucky yping lady! But that isn't the point of this story. We in this country are so used to what we have that it just seems normal. We don't have a clue how the rest of the world lives. I sure had an eye opener last week. Ben and Sandy came for a visit and they brought his 21 year old daughter, also named Sandy. I can't tolerate having two Sandys around, too confusing! She was promptly named Little Sandy, LS, Ellis. She was quite amused by her new nickname! I'm telling you this now for clarity sake. Sandy said that after they landed in Washington DC, they were hungry and found a restaurant next to the hotel. They ordered sandwiches and fries. When the waitress brought the three plates of food out, Ellis's eyes popped out of her head! Nowhere in Europe do you get that much food! Sandy said the usual portion is about 1/3 of what we consider normal. Next shock to Ellis's system came when Sandy took her to a supper Wal-Mart. She came to a complete stop and just stared, with an open mouth. She's never seen so much "stuff" under one roof. Well, that amused Sandy so much she took her to a supermarket. Ellis gasped and was in total shock! The meat department completely blew her mind! >From DC they drove to Austin, Texas. There is an annual music festival there, South by Southwest. Ben attends yearly. I should mention here that he's the head of Munich Records. Poor Ellis was stunned by the size of this country. You drive and drive and there's still more of it! And cows! She's never seen so many cows! And horses. Not to mention sheep, pigs, chickens and dogs! After the festival they came here. Now I'm as bad as my daughter. What can I do that will awe Ellis? After a little thought I came up with taking them to Golden Corral, a buffet restaurant. It turned out to be an inspired thought because I got Ben too! When Ben and Ellis saw all the choices they were overwhelmed. Ben asked, "What are we allowed to take?" When they were told they could have anything they wanted, as much as they wanted, they about had a heart attack! Needless to say they dove in with gusto! After the meal, Ben was curious as to the cost. When he was told that for 5 people the bill came to $40, he thought there had to be a mistake. Most meals in Europe are $20 per person! To say the visit was educational is an understatement, on both sides of the pond. Now I'm plotting what to spring on them next year. Maybe a biker bar?

Turk, You are really coming through with some great ones! This song is really special, as our oldest son, John sung and played on his guitar, for our middle son, and his (former) wife. It was so beautiful! Even though the middle son and his wife later divorced, it is still very special, not only because our son, John, sang it, but because it is really a very pretty song. THANKS. Allene

Turk, My thanks again to you for this "Battle of New Orleans". Our kids are definitely going to want their own copies (of course the kids are grown and in their 40's). They really liked this one! Allene

My pleasure. I grew up listering to them too. Janis (You are correct) Kerniep@aol.com wrote: > (Did I get your name right - Janis?) I thank you so very much for this music! > I remember, my Dad especially, listening to the Carter Family (I had > forgotten the Gentleman's name - A.P.) with Mother Maybelle, and the family. > Of course, I listened too, and enjoyed. > It is hard to find as great a group as they were. Now, I will be able to > keep them moreso in my memory. > With Thanks. > Allene > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > A very friendly warm list. > We are one BIG Happy Folk Family. > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

(Did I get your name right - Janis?) I thank you so very much for this music! I remember, my Dad especially, listening to the Carter Family (I had forgotten the Gentleman's name - A.P.) with Mother Maybelle, and the family. Of course, I listened too, and enjoyed. It is hard to find as great a group as they were. Now, I will be able to keep them moreso in my memory. With Thanks. Allene