Good Morning Everyone Would anyone have access to the 1930 census and be willing to check on a couple families for me? Thanks Evelyn

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Evelyn said, Old Orchard Beach had a parade yesterday > afternoon, and because I hadn't seen one in many years, I wanted to go. > My > daughters went to watch it too. My, my it was great and so many turned > out > with their children to watch. This small town had one of its young men > die > in Iraq a year ago, so the service was dedicated to him. For a small > New > England town the parade included clowns, motor bikes doing a neat bit of > fun riding, the Shriners; the town manager and council, fire trucks, etc > plus junior high and senior high school bands. Wow, it was great!! Dear Evelyn, Aren't small town parades a delight? Yours sounds just like our Youngstown Volunteer Fire Company parade on Labor Day. All the bells and whistles and the sound of fire trucks blasting their horns and the sound of the music of the bands. vee

Dear Folks, Today I was working hard on putting my stories into some semblance of order. I finally got the stories in one category (the 1930s) in numerical order and then transferred them out of the "edited" folder into to the general file folder "1930." Included was the sub-file folder regarding my father's trip to France in 1938. After all of them had been transferred, I deleted the edited folder including my father's trip to France. Sounds OK, doesn't it? WRONG!! When I checked what had been transferred to the general folder 1930, Daddy's trip was missing! Oh good grief, I had deleted it and I couldn't retrieve it! It wasn't as if it was a single short document, it was 17 pages long. My only bit of luck was that I had printed the whole thing out and at least I could scan it with my OCR program and with effort, put it back together again. Yes, that was my only hope. With that I walked away from my computer and fixed my dinner. I was still concerned about the time it would take for me to put the story back together again when a light bulb went off over my head. Some time ago I was diligent in backing up all my stories on to my hard disk. Oh be still my heart, do you suppose I had backed it up there?? I couldn't wait to get back to my computer and check out my hard drive and guess what? It was there in one complete document already edited and ready to go! I don't know how many times I've thanked God over finding it backed up but after I stopped jumping up and down with joy and dancing my special Victory Dance, I made certain that all of my stories are now properly backed up on to my hard disk. Yes, we've all learned to back up all of our important documents. We learned that back in Computer 101. But some of us have gotten a bit lazy and forget to back them up. But guess what? I have an idea I won't forget to do that for some time to come. vee

Glad you liked this Vee. Old Orchard Beach had a parade yesterday afternoon, and because I hadn't seen one in many years, I wanted to go. My daughters went to watch it too. My, my it was great and so many turned out with their children to watch. This small town had one of its young men die in Iraq a year ago, so the service was dedicated to him. For a small New England town the parade included clowns, motor bikes doing a neat bit of fun riding, the Shriners; the town manager and council, fire trucks, etc plus junior high and senior high school bands. Wow, it was great!! Did anyone else view a parade? Evelyn

Dear Folks, I received a late night email a few minutes ago and at this time of night emails tend to be junk mail. Nonetheless the subject line caught my attention. It said, "Old Oakland NAS VP872 Sailor." Whoa, wait a minute, he was talking my language!! I opened up the email and he said, " I was an AO 1956 to the move to Alameda. You still around ? Stan Alsing." Now what that means in civilian language is that he was an Aviation Ordnance Mate attached to the squadron VP872 and that he was stationed at NAS Oakland up until it was disestablished in 1960. The reserve contingent was then moved to NAS Alameda. In spite of my eyes being almost "blunked" out because of my intense work on my book, I immediately responded to him, "Oh my goodness, an AO who actually went through that move to Alameda! I can't say that I remember you but I sure do remember being stationed at NAS Oakland from 1955 to 1960. Yes, I'm still around at the age of 73 (gasp!) but let me get back with you tomorrow so that we can swap sea stories. Oh yes, VP 872. Have I got a couple of stories about the P2Vs when I was stationed there. Shipmates forever! What caused him to contact me was that a number of years ago I was surfing the net hoping to find someone who might remember me from my Navy days. I found a Navy VP squadron site and left a message regarding my having served at NAS Oakland and remembering the VP squadrons that were based there. Tonight I received Stan's email tonight, the first one I had ever received from that site. The stories I want to tell him about the P2Vs that his squadron flew was the one about my sitting in the nose cone of one upon landing at night and the other one about realizing that a P2V had crashed on take off on our runway. Yes, Stan, we have a lot of sea stories to swap! vee

Dear Evelyn, Thanks for forwarding that to us. I can well appreciate everything that was said about veterans. I haven't fired a weapon since my Navy boot training and I guess that all that you can say about my thirty years in the Navy was that I sat at the controls of a flight simulator keeping the pilots up to date on flying by instruments After that, I sat behind a desk making certain that personnel records were being kept up properly. As a chief personnelman I guided the junior personnel in proper military behavior and taught them what they needed to know to be advanced to the next higher rate. I was never sent overseas, I never served aboard a ship and I never carried a weapon into combat. But that doesn't mean I didn't serve my country and it doesn't mean that I'm not a veteran. Given the opportunity at the time, I would have been the first to volunteer to put my life on the line. That's what I had been trained to do. vee > WHO IS A VETERAN? > (Attributed to a Marine Corps chaplain, Father Denis Edward O'Brian) > > Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a > jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence > inside them, a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the > leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's alloy forged in > the refinery of adversity. > > Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe > wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a > vet? > > A vet is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia > sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers > didn't run out of fuel. > > A vet is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose > overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic > scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th Parallel. > > A vet is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing > every night for two solid years in Da Nang. > > A vet is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or > didn't come back at all. > > A vet is the drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved > countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account punks and gang members > into marines, airmen, sailors, soldiers and coast guardsmen, and > teaching them to watch each other's backs. > > A vet is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and > medals with a prosthetic hand. > > A vet is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals > pass him by. > > A vet is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose > presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the > memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with > them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. > > A vet is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket > - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death > camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold > him when the nightmares come. > > A vet is an ordinary and yet extraordinary human being, a person who > offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his > country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to > sacrifice theirs. > > A vet is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he > is nothing more that the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the > finest, greatest nation ever known. > > So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just > lean over and say, "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most > cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or > were awarded. > > Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU." > "In the future days, which we seek to make secure, we look forward to a > world > founded upon four essential human freedoms. > > The first is freedom of speech > and expression--everywhere in the world. > > The second is freedom of every > person to worship God in his own way--everywhere in the world. > > The third is freedom from want--which, translated into world terms, > means economic understandings which will secure to every nation a > healthy peacetime life for > its inhabitants--everywhere in the world. > > The fourth is freedom from fear--which, translated into world terms, > means a world-wide reduction of > armaments to such a point and in such a thorough fashion that no nation > will > be in a position to commit an act of physical aggression against any > neighbor--anywhere in the world." > -- Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1882-1945) > --------------------------------- > > > >

Hi all, I received this today and was sure all my fellow folks would appreciate it. Evelyn WHO IS A VETERAN? (Attributed to a Marine Corps chaplain, Father Denis Edward O'Brian) Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them, a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's alloy forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet? A vet is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. A vet is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th Parallel. A vet is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. A vet is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back at all. A vet is the drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account punks and gang members into marines, airmen, sailors, soldiers and coast guardsmen, and teaching them to watch each other's backs. A vet is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. A vet is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. A vet is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. A vet is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. A vet is an ordinary and yet extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. A vet is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more that the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say, "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU." "In the future days, which we seek to make secure, we look forward to a world founded upon four essential human freedoms. The first is freedom of speech and expression--everywhere in the world. The second is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way--everywhere in the world. The third is freedom from want--which, translated into world terms, means economic understandings which will secure to every nation a healthy peacetime life for its inhabitants--everywhere in the world. The fourth is freedom from fear--which, translated into world terms, means a world-wide reduction of armaments to such a point and in such a thorough fashion that no nation will be in a position to commit an act of physical aggression against any neighbor--anywhere in the world." -- Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1882-1945) ---------------------------------

Dear Folks, This evening as I was in the process of putting my WWII stories in order, I came across one I wrote in 2001. Considering that we'll be celebrating Memorial Day tomorrow, I thought it fitting that I repost the story. vee We Regret to Inform You May 27, 2001 This past Monday evening, May 21, our Town of Porter Historical Society had its meeting in Ransomville rather than our usual meeting place in Youngstown. Before the meeting we were all invited to see the latest exhibit that had been put into place in the Ransomville museum located in the old post office that's been relocated behind the Ransomville library. Millie Hillman and Peggy Shearer had put together a marvelous Memorial Day display of WWI and WWII uniforms and insignias and certificates and documents and photographs that identified our local veterans who had served in the wars. There was one person in the museum who walked along with me as we looked around at the display that Millie and Peggy had set up. It was Millie's son Scott Hillman (he's our Town Highway Superintendent). Scott's a generation younger than I but we know each other and we looked over the display together. I explained to him the meaning of several of the insignias on the Navy uniform jumpers, we talked about them and then walked over to where we saw a single piece of paper that was also on display. I had never actually seen such an original document before with my own eyes but I immediately recognized what it was. It was a Western Union Telegram and the first words that I read were "We regret to inform you." OH, NO! I knew what words came next and I couldn't even bear to read the rest of them. It was the telegram that every family dreaded to receive who had a close family member who was serving in the war. It was a telegram informing the family that their son had been killed in action. OH, NO! Tears filled my eyes and I explained to Scott the horrible meaning of those words. He understood and while I was trying gather my composure again, he let me know that he felt strongly that unless the younger generation(s) fully understand and appreciate what sacrifices were made by not only those who fought and died in defense of our country but what their families went through as a consequence, they will never really understand what our country's history is all about.

My wonderful brother-in-law survived a tour of duty in Nam, where he was a helicopter pilot. And, then... in 1997, he and my sister were killed by a drunk driver. I wish I could be in Missouri right now so that I could go to their graves. Our family's plot, in Oak Hill Cemetery, in Carrollton, MO, shows a lot of flags each Memorial & Veterans' Day because of all who served... Cully in Viet Nam, Daddy in WWII, Granddaddy in WWI, and others. ~~Leslie~~

My grandfather fought in WWI in France. He came back unscathed, and I am so very grateful. My grandmother's 1st cousin was killed over there, however. ~~Leslie~~

> > Hi Group, > My sister is looking for an old recipe from the 50s or 60s. She thinks > it was in the Betty Crocker cookbook. It is a cookie called sweetheart > and she thinks it had filo in it, and possibly lemon or lemon zest. I've > looked through several hundred Betty Crocker cookie recipes but can't find > a trace. Does anyone have an older cookbook with the sweetheart recipe in > it? TIA Beth Fleischer Hacienda Heights, California

I guess all us old folks remember. My Dad fought in World War I and froze his feet in Russia. Louise

Yes Vee, I remember. In fact, on the 22nd of May my Post held a reunion and after the meeting that was one of the songs we sang. Some of the young folk did not know the music of many of the songs but joined along anyway. Charles ----- Original Message ----- From: "Vee L. Housman" <housman@adelphia.net> To: <NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, May 28, 2005 9:16 PM Subject: [FOLKS] "Over There, Over There" > Dear Folks, > > On the radio this evening I heard the old World War One song, "Over There, > Over There" and it reminded me of that "forgotten" war. If any of you > will be attending a Memorial Day ceremony, take a moment out to remember > our dough boys who fought and died in France during WWI. > > Check out http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/overthere.htm and see if you > can remember hearing "Over There." > vee >

Dear Folks, On the radio this evening I heard the old World War One song, "Over There, Over There" and it reminded me of that "forgotten" war. If any of you will be attending a Memorial Day ceremony, take a moment out to remember our dough boys who fought and died in France during WWI. Check out http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/overthere.htm and see if you can remember hearing "Over There." vee

Dear Folks, I don't believe I've told you this particular Surinam experience that I had on July 6, 1972. vee End of Mourning Ceremony at night I was staying in a barely adequate hotel in the small town of Albina at the mouth of the Marowjine River. I had had a full day and before I went to bed I took a mild sleeping pill that my doctor had prescribed for me in case the trip got to be too exciting or scary for me. I didn't have any water in my room so I took out my bottle of rum and washed the pill down with it. I had just gotten to bed (around midnight?) when I heard someone throwing pebbles against my second floor window. I went to the window and down on the street was Jytte. She called up to me to ask me if I wanted to go to an End of Mourning Ceremony right that minute. Sure I did! I did think a moment about my taking one sleeping pill with a swallow of rum, but I didn't think there was any hazard of my passing out. And there hadn't been. I hurried and got dressed, grabbed my tape recorder and my purse and I was out the door where Jytte was waiting. The ceremony was being held at a house on the edge of Albina, and Jytte and I walked there. When we arrived there were quite a number of people there and we were invited to sit down where a large circle of people had gathered. As usual I had my tape recorder on my lap underneath my purse so that it wouldn't be noticed. I believe that the person who had died was the wife of Esto. The ceremony was being held at his house. Sounds of many people talking and laughing and sporadic singing and drumming. At first the drums sounded ordinary until there was a much louder drum that started in. I looked in that direction and saw that the young man was using a large empty oil drum as his personal drum. He was hitting the side of it with a stick in one hand while using the palm of his other hand on the top of it to beat out a lusty rhythm. There was no formality to the drumming and singing; they were just being spontaneous. It was obvious that all of them were enjoying themselves. The drumming and singing went on and on. I couldn't imagine how the drummers kept it up for so long at a time. I recall that every once in awhile several of the women started dancing around in a circle. Everyone was dressed in ordinary street clothes. At one point the drumming and singing stopped for a moment and a lot of loud talking was going on. Then it seems that from nowhere came the beautiful voice of a woman singing loudly and with clarity. She sang no words only a haunting melody that sounded African in origin. She then followed with words to a melody (if you could call it a melody). When she finished she was applauded with clapping of hands and hoots of appreciation. I could see her as she sang and she looked like she was only about sixteen years old. After a moment, the men began to sing and while they were singing she would sing her part and then the men would start singing again. She sang some more and a man sang a few words on his own. The drums started in earnest again. The pounding of the drums overpowered the singing that continued. At one point during the ceremony, someone poured out Black Cat rum in a tin cup and it was passed from one person to the next in the circle that Jytte and I were sitting in. When Jytte had taken a sip from the community cup, she passed it on to me. Oh great! I had been handed a community tin cup with an unknown rum in it and was expected to also take a sip out of it. I took only a moment and decided I better join in with the rest of them for fear that I would offend them. After a small sip, I passed the cup on to the next person in the circle. When I finally got back to my hotel room (hours later), I went to sleep with the sounds of the drums and singing in my head.

----- Original Message ----- From: "Vee L. Housman" <housman@adelphia.net> To: <NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, May 26, 2005 10:03 PM Subject: [FOLKS] My 1972 Suriname friends Vee you told us - "Are the three of happy that I got in touch with them? Oh you can bet the farm that all of us are thrilled and looking forward to going back 33 years with pictures and sounds. Whoopee!!" vee What a wonderful surprise and how exciting !! Evelyn

Dear Folks, As you know, several days ago I called Karyn and Alan Anderson in Saskatoon, Canada. I left a message on their answer machine but I didn't get a return phone call. Early this afternoon I thought I'd give it one last shot and I sent an email to Alan who is a professor at the University of Saskatoon. I got his email address off the Internet. If I still didn't get a response, I'd just take the hint that they weren't interested. Around 6:00 when I had just settled down to my dinner, the phone rang. I grumbled to myself and answered it. It was Karyn! It was Karyn!! She was just as excited to talk with me as I was with her. Both she and Alan were thrilled that I had gotten in touch with them after all these years. We traded memories of our boat trip up the Marowijne River. Some things that she remembered, I hadn't and vice versa. When I told her that I'd been transcribing the tape recordings I had made at the time, she begged me to make copies of them and mail them off to them. I said I sure would try. I also said that everything I had transcribed is now stored in my computer and if she wanted me to send them as email attachments, I could certainly do that easily. When I asked her how old she and Alan are now, she almost floored me. She's 61 and Alan is 66!! Of course when I told her I was 73 she couldn't believe that either! We talked about pictures we had taken and she said she would make copies of some of them to send me and I said that I would scan the ones I thought she would be interested in. We wanted to talk for hours and hours but decided 1/2 hour was enough for the time being. We decided that we could continue our conversation via email. She promised me that as soon as we hung up she would send me an email that would show their home email address and current postal mailing address. She made good on her promise and I, in turn, sent her the story I had written about our first two days on the river. Are the three of happy that I got in touch with them? Oh you can bet the farm that all of us are thrilled and looking forward to going back 33 years with pictures and sounds. Whoopee!! vee

Sounds great, but my email didn't have a link to click on it. Could you send the link? Thanks, Janey > > From: Beth Fleischer <lynnf@earthlink.net> > Date: 2005/05/20 Fri PM 02:24:32 EDT > To: NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: [FOLKS] WOW!! Look at this site. Satellite views of your homes > > > Hi Group, > I just got through looking at my home here in California and then put in Vee's address and was looking at her home too. What a kick!! Want to see Youngstown and the area around it? Want to print out the photos from the satellite views? This is a great addition to your genealogy information. You can go back and print out all the places you've lived in. Go to maps.google.com and then put in your addy. Click on the satellite view and then enjoy. You can move in any direction on the map so you can see all the old neighborhoods. I was just looking from Vee's house over to my aunt's house and then over to Fort Niagara. > Keep in mind this can be definitely addicting so give yourself time to sit down and enjoy a real bird's eye view of the neighborhood. > Beth Fleischer descendant of original first settler of Youngstown John Lloyd > > > > >

Plus dear Vee - in the future others will enjoy your adventure thanks to your hard work. > Dear Folks, > > Late tonight I waded through the last of my tape recordings that I made > during my adventure in Suriname. Because I was pretty much exhausted > listening to the endless drums, singing and sounds of dancing, I was > grateful when the last tape clicked off. It was the end to an endless > story. > > But now I have to sigh. Frankly, I didn't want it all to end. In spirit > I'm still there and want to stay there. But now that 33 years have passed, > I'll have to keep those memories alive in my transcriptions of the tapes and > what I remember that weren't recorded on tape. > > I feel that I did a pretty darned good job in meticulously transcribing just > about everything I had recorded but now I have the job of putting everything > in chronological order. From the first day that I had walked along the > streets of Paramaribo (the capitol of Suriname) recording all the sounds of > the different languages spoken in passing, to the glorious celebration of > Freedom Day (emancipation of the slaves), and then on into the jungle up the > Marowjine River. > > I have a long haul ahead of me to put it all in much abbreviated order, but > I know that in the end, I'll be able to read it all over again and relive > those glorious days. > vee > >