In a message dated 12/20/02 5:30:44 PM Eastern Standard Time, Tacy413408@aol.com writes: > Marie and Diesel. > > I can remember getting up in the morning and dressing over the floor vent > where it was warm. If the fire went out my mother would heat the oven and > open the door for us to dress by that. > > Pat > Pat, We had a gas stove in the kitchen, and a wood stove in the back kitchen. I remember my Mom would fire both of them up, when the heated was slow coming up on cold morning's. There was also a kerosene heater in the living room, with a water pot on top. I remember having night mares over that huge coal stove in the basement, with it's month all aglow. Diesel

In a message dated 12/20/02 8:41:05 PM Eastern Standard Time, kilkee@attbi.com writes: > There are over 24,000 references to the Mason-Dixon Line when you do a > Google search. I've probably read about 50 of them. I've learned lots > of interesting information about the area of the line but if anyone > looks at the map and reads some of the articles I believe we can put > this subject to rest Judy & All, Remember the trucking company with the same name? Diesel

Hi, I found this recipe in the "Salem County Cookbook" 1963 1st. ed. This reminds me of something my great grandmother use to make when the Fordhook Limas were in season. Fordhook Limas seemed to be more popular in South Jersey or maybe even all of NJ than they are here in North Carolina. People down here do not even know what you are talking about when you go and ask for them. Love, Robin -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LIMA BEAN POTPIE 1LB. BACON OR 6 PORK CHOPS 1LB. DRIED LIMA BEANS 1 ½ tsp. salt dash of pepper water 2 cups sifted flour 1 tsp. salt 2/3 cup shortening 5 or 6 Tbsp. cold water Soak beans over night. If using bacon, cook as usual, drain, and break into 2" pieces. If using pork chops, brown and partially cook. Remove from bone and cut-up. Place soaked beans and bacon or pork chops in large kettle and cover with water. Add salt. Cook until beans are soft, about 2hrs. While beans are cooking, make potpie as follows: Sift flour and salt together. Cut in the shortening with a pastry blender or two knives until pieces are the size of small peas. Sprinkle the water, a tablespoon at a time over part of the mixture; push to one side of bowl. Sprinkle the next tablespoon over dry part. Repeat until moistened. Gather up with fingers; form a ball. Let stand several minutes. Divide dough in half. Form ball. Flatten slightly and roll on lightly floured cloth until about the thickness of pie dough. Cut into 2 pieces about 1 1/2" by 2 ½". When beans are tender, add dough a little at a time so that the beans never stop boiling. If more water is needed, add and bring to a boil before adding dough. Cook about 20 min. Stirring very gently every once in a while. I sometimes use limas from my freezer that I have fixed especially for this potpie. When I am freezing beans, I separate all the older beans and put them in special containers. With these beans you do not soak overnight, and the cooking time for them is much shorter. BY: Dorothy N. Hires

In a message dated 12/20/2002 2:02:00 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > It was a > disappointment that after MANY years of telling people that part of NJ > was below the Mason-Dixon Line that that it was not true. My next question, though, would be . . . how come the segregated facilities in Cape May County? Apparently those guys thought that they were below the Line . . . Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. -- Luke 2:11

In a message dated 12/20/2002 2:02:00 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > Did I miss something. Did you tell us your, How We Met story yet? No, I didn't; I was waiting to see whether there was any interest before I took the time to type it out. It looks as if there is, so here goes . . . The short answer is: He picked me up in a Laundromat. Now, here's (as Paul Harvey puts it) the Rest of the Story: It was July, 1963, and I'd moved into New York City about seven months earlier so that I could be close to my job. My roommate had gotten me involved in a ministry that she did on Saturdays: working with a bunch of slum kids in a West-Side neighborhood. Several young men from Columbia University also were in this ministry, and I got quite friendly with one of them. Early in the month he invited me to go with him to his church for a Sunday-evening meeting later on that month. I told him that I'd go -- and then blithely went off on a two-week vacation in North Carolina. The Sunday meeting was to be two days after I got back. I landed at Newark Airport on Friday evening in the middle of a ripping thunderstorm and got back to my apartment around ten p.m. -- and that was when I found out that my friend Richard from Columbia was stuck in a hospital in New Hampshire. He'd gone there for a weekend visit with a college friend and had broken his leg badly when a horse he was riding stumbled and fell. At first I figured that my date was off, but then it dawned on me that Richard would expect me to go anyway and let him know how the college-group meeting after the service went -- they were having a speaker from Teen Challenge. So I did just that. I arrived at the church about fifteen minutes early and didn't want to go inside just yet, so I stood outside looking into the window of the bookstore that was connected with the church. A young man whom I knew slightly and who was going to that church stopped and said hi to me. The person whom I really noticed was the fellow who was with him. I knew his face, but I couldn't say from where. I didn't know whether he'd gone to my church at some time, whether he'd gone to some Christian meetings that I'd been at, or whether he merely resembled someone I'd known. It was driving me crazy. This young guy happened to be ushering that evening, and all through the service I kept turning and looking at him to try to figure out where I knew him from. Little did I know that he was doing the same thing with me, since our eyes never connected. The following evening after getting home from work, I picked up the two large laundry bags that I had totally full from that two-week vacation and lugged them down to the Laundromat around the corner to get them washed. I was so short of clean clothing that I was wearing the same pink-and-white seersucker shirtwaist dress that I'd worn the night before at church. Well, when I walked into the Laundromat, there, leaning against a dryer, was the familiar-faced usher! Now I knew why his face was familiar -- we shopped at the same supermarket, rode the same subway, and washed our clothes at the same place, too. It just took a couple of smiles to break the ice -- and it turned out that he was looking for a new apartment, since he wanted to move out of the building where he was. I told him about the place next door to me, which was up for rent. It also turned out that we both enjoyed outdoor stuff like camping and hiking. A week or so later he telephoned me to tell me that he was interested in looking at the apartment and also that he'd like to take me out that Saturday. I had to turn him down; I was in a friend's wedding that day. Two weeks later he tried again -- and it was again for a Saturday when I was tied up socially. I was afraid that the guy would think that I was trying to brush him off, so I suggested the following week. It worked! We hiked around Central Park and took a boat ride and had a Bible study together -- and after a little over a year more of those hiking dates, we got engaged. We got married in July of 1965, just about two years after the evening in the Laundromat. And we're still very happily married! P. S. Great story, Diesel! And a bit of interest -- both your story and mine had a Richard in it who missed out . . . Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. -- Luke 2:11

I thought this poem was nice. Robin -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Going Home I'm going home for Christmas To that lovely place aglow With a special magic splendor I have always treasured so. I'm going home for Christmas Where love waits at the door, And my heart is ever welcome To share happiness in store. I'm going home for Christmas Across the sparkling snow, To hear stories, bells and carols And bask in candleglow. I'm going home for Christmas To help trim the Christmas tree, And give gifts to all my loved ones Who mean the world to me. I'm going home for Christmas To visit for awhile, And gather precious memories As we laugh and talk and smile. I'm going home for Christmas Because I love it there, It's my heaven here on earth With true blessings I may share. BY: LaVerne P. Larson IDEALS: 1968

AMEN!!!!!!! Robin ----- Original Message ----- From: "Judy Lamken" <kilkee@attbi.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, December 20, 2002 3:20 PM Subject: Re: [NJ-Memories] Mason-Dixon Line > Yes Diesel, I found the whole subject very interesting. A big thanks > to Robin for originally asking about the Line. Otherwise I would never > have looked into it and would have gone on as a believer. It was a > disappointment that after MANY years of telling people that part of NJ > was below the Mason-Dixon Line that that it was not true. Doesn't > matter though NJ is still great! > > Judy > > DieselDis@aol.com wrote: > > >In a message dated 12/19/02 12:02:26 PM Eastern Standard Time, > >kilkee@attbi.com writes: > > > > > > > >>Since the early nineteenth century, the name Mason Dixon has represented > >>an imaginary border between North &South: before the Civil War, it was > >>thought to divide all free states from slave states. > >> > >> > > > >Judy, > > Thanks, very interesting. > >Diesel > > > > > >============================== > >To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > >http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > > > > > > > > > > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > >

Hi Pat, IAll I remember it had natural ingredients in it. All I know it helped me through my PMS etc. when I was a teenager. I will let you all know what is in it when I find it. Love, Robin ----- Original Message ----- From: <Tacy413408@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, December 20, 2002 4:16 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Re: Lydia Pinkham > Robin, > > This older woman had told me about Lydia Pinkham years ago. I believe the > slogan was that there was a baby in every bottle. One day I found a book on > Lydia Pinkham and that was when it was sold off the shelves in the stores. > Can't recall, but believe it had estrogen in it. > > Pat > > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > >

The following web sites which contain information on the Mason-Dixon line can be found at the following URL's Columbia Encyclopedia http://www.encyclopedia.com/html/m/masond1ix.asp Map of area http://geography.about.com/library/weekly/aa041999.htm colloquial line http://freespace.virgin.net/john.cletheroe/usa_can/usa/mas_dix.htm There are over 24,000 references to the Mason-Dixon Line when you do a Google search. I've probably read about 50 of them. I've learned lots of interesting information about the area of the line but if anyone looks at the map and reads some of the articles I believe we can put this subject to rest.

Marie and Diesel. I can remember getting up in the morning and dressing over the floor vent where it was warm. If the fire went out my mother would heat the oven and open the door for us to dress by that. Pat

Robin, This older woman had told me about Lydia Pinkham years ago. I believe the slogan was that there was a baby in every bottle. One day I found a book on Lydia Pinkham and that was when it was sold off the shelves in the stores. Can't recall, but believe it had estrogen in it. Pat

Yes Diesel, I found the whole subject very interesting. A big thanks to Robin for originally asking about the Line. Otherwise I would never have looked into it and would have gone on as a believer. It was a disappointment that after MANY years of telling people that part of NJ was below the Mason-Dixon Line that that it was not true. Doesn't matter though NJ is still great! Judy DieselDis@aol.com wrote: >In a message dated 12/19/02 12:02:26 PM Eastern Standard Time, >kilkee@attbi.com writes: > > > >>Since the early nineteenth century, the name Mason Dixon has represented >>an imaginary border between North &South: before the Civil War, it was >>thought to divide all free states from slave states. >> >> > >Judy, > Thanks, very interesting. >Diesel > > >============================== >To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: >http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > > > >

In a message dated 12/17/02 3:20:56 PM Eastern Standard Time, Up2Nutrix@aol.com writes: > "How We Met" story is an > absolute winner! > > Doris, > Did I miss something. Did you tell us your, How We Met story yet? Why > don't we all tell our How We Met Story's? Here's mine. There were two of my > buddy's in the car with me just cruising around. I was driving along > Lawrenceville Road on our way to Princeton, when my buddy said, pull over > there's my girl friend. I pulled over, and his girl friend got into the > back seat along with the other girl, who was her cousin, soon to be my > wife. Every one was talking at once, and my buddy asked his girl friend if > she wanted to go to a movie that Friday night. Without looking back, I said > to the other girl, would you care to go to the same movie with me? She said > yes thinking it was my other buddy Richard setting next to me. Well, when I > picked her up that Friday night, she asked where Richard was. I apologized > for the mistake, and asked her if she still wanted to go, she answered yes > and we were married three month's later. Diesel

In a message dated 12/19/02 12:02:26 PM Eastern Standard Time, kilkee@attbi.com writes: > Since the early nineteenth century, the name Mason Dixon has represented > an imaginary border between North &South: before the Civil War, it was > thought to divide all free states from slave states. Judy, Thanks, very interesting. Diesel

Here I go, not controversy just what I remember when I read Judy's post this morning, it was accurate. Girls I lived on the Delmarva Peninsula for 15 yrs. The Mason Line stopped at the Va. border with Md. We lived in the Va. part of God's country. It never went to Jersey it went right down the middle of Md. stopped at our border. We went over it every time we went to Western Md. Want to look? put your browser on: The Mason-Dixon Line - Geography - 04/19/99 there is a map. Norma ----- Original Message ----- From: Judy Lamken <kilkee@attbi.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, December 19, 2002 10:05 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Mason-Dixon Line was Eagle's/ Creole > Sorry, Doris but the Mason Dixon Line DOESN"T run through New Jersey. > Read my post about it that I wrote this morning. > > Judy > > Up2Nutrix@aol.com wrote: > > >It does. That's why there were "White" and "Colored" public drinking > >fountains in Cape May back in the 1950s, when I visited there

Jerilyn, Hi ! mMy friend's name was Reggie ( Regina ) Sutterlin. They lived on Cuthbert Rd. Miles had a construction co. Just did home repairs ect. They have a son Ric. He went to Friends seminary school...Dutch Reform. Now Ric and Miles live in Clemson S.C. I think you once said that you did not know them. Lee ------------------------------ This mobile message sent using PocketMail. Sign up for unlimited e-mail at www.PocketMail.com.

Thank you all for your kind words of sympathy in re of my friend's death -I feel a little better about this knowing if she survived her life would not be very good - despite the fact she had to run a dialysis machine every night (at home) she was able to go out and live her life normally - Marie G

Hi everyone, Found this recipe for Oatmeal Rasin Cookies so I thought I would try it. Whoever tries it let me know how it goes. I do not know if any one remembers but I was looking all last year for a good recipe. Most all the ones I did were too flat. Does anyone have a Oatmeal Rasin Cookie that has some body to it and is moist. I thought I would share this one I just found. > Talk Later, > Robin -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OATMEAL RASIN COOKIES 2 cups sifted flour 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon cinnamon ½ teaspoon baking soda 3 cups pan-toasted old fashioned or quick oats or instant oatmeal 1 cup raisins 1 ¼ cups margarine (I used butter) 1 ¼ cups sugar 2 eggs (slightly beaten) ¼ cup milk Sift flour, baking powder, salt, cinnamon and baking soda together into bowl. Mix in oats or instant oatmeal and raisins. Cream margarine (I used butter) and sugar in mixing bowl. Add eggs; beat until fluffy. Stir in half the dry ingredients, then milk, then remaining dry ingredients. Drop batter by teaspoonful 2-inches apart, onto ungreased cookie sheet. Bake in hot oven (400 degrees F.) until lightly golden brown, 10 - 12 min. Remove from cookie sheet immediately. Makes 6 dozen FROM: The Complete Everyday Cookbook

In a message dated 12/19/2002 6:07:19 AM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > Birds on the other have a different digestive system but are smart enough to > know when the berries are more palatable. Speaking of birds . . . the drought out here has brought a few unusual species to our backyard feeders. Over the last week I've been seeing Steller's jays, white-breasted nuthatches and downy woodpeckers -- birds which usually don't hang around our area but a few miles farther north in the ponderosa-pine woods that go by the name "Black Forest." The forest is really hurting for bird provender, and the birds are searching farther afield for their daily bread. That's bringing these woodland critters into the yards of those of us who put out food for them and get a real show in return. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. -- Luke 2:11

In a message dated 12/19/2002 6:07:19 AM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > I have a bedspread my grandmother > made in 1936. I treasure it as I am sure you do your mother's afghan. > I still have the doll's bed that my grandfather Beatty (who was a carpenter) made for my mother, back in the 1910s. I also had a tablecloth that my grandmother Goman made sometime back around the turn of the last century, but it fell apart when I tried to wash it. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. -- Luke 2:11