In a message dated 10/7/2002 8:47:28 AM Eastern Daylight Time, thos@comcast.net writes: > > The object of that game was to take your colored egg,that you found in your > shoe [that you hid for the Easter bunny under your bed]and point the blunt > side up and let someone take the blunt side of their egg and smash it > against yours.Then you hit their pointed egg against their pointed egg > end.Whoever had at least one side still not smashed won the game. > > I always tried to win by not cracking any sides of my hard boiled egg so I > didn't have to eat it.I detested Easter eggs!I loved to decorate them,but > not eat them.Give me "dippy eggs"[sunny side up ] any day of the week over > hard boiled! > > Anyone else play "Uppers",or it is only our weird family tradition? > I thought this was a "Greek" tradition. I had never heard of it until I married. I being German, he being Greek. We colored the eggs red, first thing on Easter morning we'd select the egg we thought would crack the best and whoever was left with the uncracked egg was a "winner". He took all the other eggs. I should say, if you cracked someones egg, you got to take the egg. Of course, I made egg salad! Ann

My PopPop always said "Horsebiddle"and he was from Philly. He had a Pa-Dutch mother,and said lots of things the German way. "Bump the bell don't make"[Please Knock,the doorbell is broken] "Outen the light"[Turn off the light what do you think I am,rich?] As well as zinc,icebox, and by the way,to bring up an old topic[egg creams]PopPop always mixed milk and gingerale and called it "half and half"! He called Swiss cheese "Sweitzer cheese"and called a game we played at Easter"Uppers". The object of that game was to take your colored egg,that you found in your shoe [that you hid for the Easter bunny under your bed]and point the blunt side up and let someone take the blunt side of their egg and smash it against yours.Then you hit their pointed egg against their pointed egg end.Whoever had at least one side still not smashed won the game. I always tried to win by not cracking any sides of my hard boiled egg so I didn't have to eat it.I detested Easter eggs!I loved to decorate them,but not eat them.Give me "dippy eggs"[sunny side up ] any day of the week over hard boiled! Anyone else play "Uppers",or it is only our weird family tradition? My 3 year old granddaughter Kelly is here,I must go and play dollhouse now. Jerilyn Jerilyn

Marie, Same thing here. But in our Grand Jury the guys were waiting in the bushes and knocked down the older ladies going to Bingo. Boy, did we get them. Dot ooo---This Email Scanned for Virus---ooo by ooo--- Norton Anti-Virus---ooo ----- Original Message ----- From: <PalmaG72@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, October 06, 2002 6:28 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Grand Jury > I remember in the '80's serving on Grand Jury - we had a case where these two > guys in their early twenties were charged with taking an elderly lady's purse > and knocking her down for it - it was at a small shopping center - one of the > guys testified against his partner saying they were smoking joints and > drinking "cold ones" (beer) - the beer ran out and they didn't have any money > to buy more so one guy said we got to go to the shopping center and get a > pocketbook - and that is what they did - I was so burned up with this > testament that I yelled True Bill after the perp was out of the room ---A > pocket book huh - why didn't they go get a job -----------Marie G > > > ============================== > 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 >

I remember in the '80's serving on Grand Jury - we had a case where these two guys in their early twenties were charged with taking an elderly lady's purse and knocking her down for it - it was at a small shopping center - one of the guys testified against his partner saying they were smoking joints and drinking "cold ones" (beer) - the beer ran out and they didn't have any money to buy more so one guy said we got to go to the shopping center and get a pocketbook - and that is what they did - I was so burned up with this testament that I yelled True Bill after the perp was out of the room ---A pocket book huh - why didn't they go get a job -----------Marie G

Sent: Sunday, October 06, 2002 5:02 PM Subject: Re: [NJ-Memories] Re: zink for sink > Hee Hee, when we go out the door now we each get our pockerbooks. Maybe > Frank never read "Little Men". The only time he says Wallet is when he says > "my Wife bought me this wallet over 20 yrs. ago at Pebble's , what a > memory, is he asking for a new one? Usually don't remember things. > Norma > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <Up2Nutrix@aol.com> > To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Sunday, October 06, 2002 12:36 AM > Subject: [NJ-Memories] Re: zink for sink > > > > In a message dated 10/5/2002 4:00:56 PM Mountain Standard Time, > > NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > > > > > > > Frank calls his wallet, a"pocketbook", I think thats funny. > > > > > > > My recollection is that "pocketbook" was originally the term for a man's > > wallet. In fact, Louisa May Alcott used the term in "Little Men." > >

In a message dated 10/5/2002 4:00:56 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > Frank calls his wallet, a"pocketbook", I think thats funny. > My recollection is that "pocketbook" was originally the term for a man's wallet. In fact, Louisa May Alcott used the term in "Little Men." She was referring to Silas, who worked at the school she wrote about in the book, and she said that he called his pocketbook a "wallet." I can see where the term came from; a wallet folds like a book and goes into a pocket. Don't ask me how the transition was made to a lady's purse. But I grew up calling that little convenience a "pocketbook" and could never make any sense out of the name. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr

In a message dated 10/5/2002 11:26:09 PM Eastern Daylight Time, ELLEN542@aol.com writes: > We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, > and we learned how to deal with it all. > > Excellent. I lived thru all of it. Ann

Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have. As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps, then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never overweight; we were always outside playing. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. ellen

HI, My GF also said "boid" for bird! Forgot all about that! Kittie in MD ----- Original Message ----- From: <DieselDis@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, October 04, 2002 1:35 PM Subject: Re: [NJ-Memories] zink for sink, > In a message dated 10/4/02 11:56:43 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > AnnWicki@aol.com writes: > > > > My Dad said boid for bird. I didn't believe it until my children pointed it > > > > out to me and the next time I visited him I asked him about our bird and > > sure > > enough he said "boid". > > > > Ann > > > Ann, > My grandam always said horsebittle, for hospital. She was also from > Jersey. No wonder I talk the way I do. > Diesel > > ______________________________

BETTY, I SEE ON YOUR LIST OF NAMES THAT THERE IS A MURRAY BRANCE. I WAS MARRIED TO A JOHN C. MURRAY. HIS FATHER WAS JOHN CHARLES MURRAY, HIS FATHER WAS PATTY MURRAY, HE WAS FROM IRELAND. JOHN CHARLES WAS MARRIED TO RUTH BLANCHARD OF EAST ORANGE, THEY LIVED IN GLEN RIDGE....HAD 7 BOYS.I WAS MARRIED TO THE ELDEST... THE WHOLE FAMILY MOVED TO THE CAPE COD ARA IN THE 60'S MARSHFEILD HILLS. DOES ANY OF THIS SOUND FAMILAR ?? LEE IN THE KEYS STILLNO WORD ON MY FLOWER IT,S NOT A CANNA LILLY...IT GROWS ONE AT A TIME..NOT ON A STALK LIKE STEM OR WHATEVER. ------------------------------ Sent from my PocketMail Handheld http://www.pocketmail.com

Yep, weren't they fun. And we had a gyroscope that went round the glass edge. Dot ooo---This Email Scanned for Virus---ooo by ooo--- Norton Anti-Virus---ooo ----- Original Message ----- From: <Up2Nutrix@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, October 05, 2002 12:07 AM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Re:zink for sink, > In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, > NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > > > > She also had one of those cigarette box's that had a bird on > > top, and when you wanted a cigarette, the bird would dip it's head into the > > > > box, and pull one out for you. Anyone remember those? > > > > No . . . but I do remember a cute little toy (we brought one home when we > went to Niagara Falls when I was little) that consisted of a glass bird set > on a horizontal pivot and also a small glass of water. The bird would bob > back and forth, and each time it would bob farther forward until its bill was > immersed in the water. It would "drink" for several seconds and then return > to nodding in the upright position until it needed another drink, maybe > thirty seconds to a minute later. We had ours for a year or two, and then I > accidentally knocked it off the mantelpiece onto the hearth and broke it. > Doggone! > > Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) > "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- > Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr > > > ============================== > 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 >

I always call it my pocketbook. Old habits are hard to kill. Dot ooo---This Email Scanned for Virus---ooo by ooo--- Norton Anti-Virus---ooo ----- Original Message ----- From: <Up2Nutrix@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, October 04, 2002 11:38 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Re: zink for sink, > In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, > NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > > > > I still call it a Zink, and call our fridge an ice box, and I'm from > > Jersey. I guess it's to late for me to change now. > > > > The other day at work I identified a Northeasterner because she called her > purse a "pocketbook." I hadn't heard that term used that way since we left > NJ, over a quarter century ago. The lady, it turned out, was from Nyack, NY . > . . almost as close to NJ as you can get without actually being there. > > Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) > "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- > Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr > > > ============================== > 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 >

Hey Lee, Where are you? Got an email 1:30 last night. Are you calling me on the phone? Will shut off PC Norma

Doris, Frank calls his wallet, a"pocketbook", I think thats funny. Seems we NJ people have a different language. Pat I remember the "worter" and here its watter and tares for tires. Betty terlet reminds me of Archie Bunker. Diesel... I have my Moms fancy Ronson lighter its black and silver. Lost her orange ashtray, push down the thingee on the top and it opened up, we had fun just pushing the thing. Norma ----- Original Message ----- From: <Up2Nutrix@aol.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, October 04, 2002 11:38 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Re: zink for sink, > In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, > NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > > > > I still call it a Zink, and call our fridge an ice box, and I'm from > > Jersey. I guess it's to late for me to change now. > > > > The other day at work I identified a Northeasterner because she called her > purse a "pocketbook." I hadn't heard that term used that way since we left > NJ, over a quarter century ago. The lady, it turned out, was from Nyack, NY . > . . almost as close to NJ as you can get without actually being there. > > Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) > "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- > Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr > > > ============================== > 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 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > Hope you make the trip sometime. I'm sure I will. For one thing, there was talk about having a 45th reunion for my class instead of waiting until 2008 for our 50th, and I'd probably go to that if I could. For another thing, Bill and I both love the Northeast in the autumn, and I can't see us not planning another trip back there. It's just that we don't have anything specific planned right now. Next year's vacation will be to Idaho, since it's the last year that our daughter and son-in-law will be there (Lord willing); the following year will no doubt be either to southeastern Utah or to the Great Lakes area in the fall to see the colors. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr

In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > She also had one of those cigarette box's that had a bird on > top, and when you wanted a cigarette, the bird would dip it's head into the > > box, and pull one out for you. Anyone remember those? > No . . . but I do remember a cute little toy (we brought one home when we went to Niagara Falls when I was little) that consisted of a glass bird set on a horizontal pivot and also a small glass of water. The bird would bob back and forth, and each time it would bob farther forward until its bill was immersed in the water. It would "drink" for several seconds and then return to nodding in the upright position until it needed another drink, maybe thirty seconds to a minute later. We had ours for a year or two, and then I accidentally knocked it off the mantelpiece onto the hearth and broke it. Doggone! Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr

In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > HOPE YOU ARE O.K. > IT LOOKED PRETTYNASTY ON T.V. > I GEUSS YOU WERN'T IN THE DIRECT PATH. > OF LILI. > TAKE CARE. > >From what our local newspaper says, Lili suddenly lost most of her punch shortly before landfall. The meteorologists can't figure out what happened; it doesn't make sense to them. As I wrote earlier today to a friend who was also praying for Pat and the others in Louisiana and Texas, "Could it be that your prayers, and mine, and those of bunches of other people around the country just might have had just a little bit to do with it???? 0:-} " Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr

Diesel, We always called it an ice box from the time of the real ice boxes right on thru the electric refrigerators. Original ice boxes were when the ice man delivered ice to put in the top to cool the food. In fact, my brother is holding one for me in NJ. He sanded off the pealing white paint and said it is the green paint underneath. My mother had it on the porch when we moved her out last year. Pat

Norma and Betty, We grew up calling the sink the zink in Warren Co. Water was worter, etc. Pat

In a message dated 10/4/2002 9:14:41 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > I still call it a Zink, and call our fridge an ice box, and I'm from > Jersey. I guess it's to late for me to change now. > The other day at work I identified a Northeasterner because she called her purse a "pocketbook." I hadn't heard that term used that way since we left NJ, over a quarter century ago. The lady, it turned out, was from Nyack, NY . . . almost as close to NJ as you can get without actually being there. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr