Hello all my family of folks Just got off the phone with my son, Mark. He is back in the hospital because of an infection that the doctors do not know where nor how he got it. I (and I know he) would appreciate any of you to pray for him. Most sincerely Evelyn

Vee - When I read your posting about meeting up with Sue Dietz it stirred a lot of memories. My Aunt was married to Louis Dietz and he also had a sister Sue but she would not still be living. I suppose this Sue could be a relative or married to a relative especially if she lives around Porter or Ransomville. I loved my Uncle Louie and always wished he was my father. Stirred up good memories. Louise

<<Folks, I don't know why that song sung by Julie London affected me so much >> Because Julie London sang it with the perfect tones for it. You wrote the words in the email, but as I read them, I could hear her singing it in my head....

Dear Folks, Don't even ask me where this is coming from but this evening I remembered the Julie London's rendition of the song "Cry Me a River" from back in the 1950s. It has haunted me over these years. This is how the lyrics went. Now you say you're lonely You cry the whole night thorough Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're sorry For bein' so untrue Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you I cried a river over you I cried a river over you FADE I cried a river over you Folks, I don't know why that song sung by Julie London affected me so much but it did and it still does. It was so much to the point and even though I hadn't gone through such an experience back then, I can appreciate it now. I've cried my own river. vee

Dear Folks, I procrastinated as long as I could today to go out on safari and run the errands that needed to be done. By 3:00 everything was packed into my car and I headed to Youngstown to return my library books and borrow four more. I had a good conversation with Jan the librarian and Kate the assistant librarian. We've known each other for years. Just as I was about to pull out of the parking lot, Sue Dietz and Bill Owler came out of the building. I opened my window and yelled out to them. Of course Sue and I had had a long talk at my kitchen only a day or two ago but I hadn't seen Bill in some time. All of us have worked together up at the local historical society museum at one time or another. But Bill was especially pleased to see me. He told me that he missed me up at the museum and hoped I'd come up there soon again . It was nice to hear him say that and it gave me food for thought. (Bill is in his 80s.) From there I went to the post office where I made certain that my tax returns got into the mail. In addition I finally mailed off the CDs I had prepared for my sister Norma and brother John of the story I had written "Pilgrimage to Our Roots," the story about Norma and my genealogical adventure into Germany where we found the roots to our Housman/Haussmann ancestors back into the 1400s. This time, though, I inserted many photographs that I'd taken at the time that would add to the story. As usual when I go to the post office the postal clerk and I exchanged pleasant insults with each other. We both ending up laughing our heads off. I drove the few miles to the super market in Lewiston, found a nearby handicapped parking space and worked my way into the store. With the store's handy-dandy motorized shopping cart I managed to pick up all of the items I had on my list along with a few more that I couldn't resist. When I checked out and paid for everything, I knew that I'd need help in loading everything in my car. A nice young man accommodated me and as he walked along with me with my shopping cart he noticed the baseball cap I was wearing. It was my US Navy, Retired, one. When he questioned me about my being a fan of the Navy I told him that I had spent 30 years in the Navy. He was really impressed. He told me that he was considering joining the Marines. I told him that Marine Boot Camp was pretty rough but at the same time boot training/basic training in all of the branches of the service were rough. He asked me many more questions about military life and I gave him straight answers. I told him that the first ten years of my Navy life were my "happy days," but that the second and third ten years seemed to go down hill from there. He really paid close attention and after he'd loaded all of my groceries into my trunk, I felt that I had given him some food for thought. My next stop was the gas station on the Indian reservation a few miles away. They actually have a "Full Service" lane and I no more pulled up when a pleasant attendant came up to my car, filled up my tank, took care of my credit card and handed me the receipt. Before I drove off, he said, "God bless you." Now is that full service or what?? I got home at the late hour of 5:30 but I was still filled with the pleasant memories of my safari. All of my insignificant plans for such a trip were certainly more than worth the effort. vee

Oh Vee, we sound alot a like. I prepare for any "outings" in my car. Though I wasn't a girl scout, I want to be prepared - taking water and something to eat just in case the car breaks down, or I get thirsty or hungry before getting home. Like today it's a doctor appointment, then to the YMCA pool for an exercise class, then to another doctor appointment. For me I think it comes to whether I'll have the energy to to "all of it" (which is another reason to take something to eat and drink). So yes, it's like preparing for a "safari". Fact is I have a small backpack to carry my possible necessities, library books, etc. which goes with me when I head out to the car. Silly or being prepared - it's me! ;-) Evelyn > Dear Folks, > > I've been on edge today for several reasons. I know that I've got to go to > the post office to mail in my income tax returns, go to library to return > books and borrow a few more, drive to the super market for groceries and > drive to the Indian reservation to fill up my gas tank. You'd think I was > preparing to go off on a safari. > > Of course I first had to finish up my tax returns precisely, sign them, > attach the needed forms, put them in their return envelopes, put a stamp on > them, yadda yadda. Then there was the need to write up a grocery list. > That meant I had to study the flyer that the super market sends out showing > all of the things that are on sale this week. I had to gather up my library > books and at least put them in the vicinity of the kitchen so that I > wouldn't forget to return them. I even had to decide what jacket I should > wear because of the warmer weather. I decided on my light-weight old Navy > jacket. > > Frankly every time I leave the house (which is infrequent) I have to prepare > myself ahead of time to make certain that I touch all bases in one trip. > It's a wonder I don't pack a bag in case it's more than just a day trip! :-) > vee > >

Dear Folks, I've been on edge today for several reasons. I know that I've got to go to the post office to mail in my income tax returns, go to library to return books and borrow a few more, drive to the super market for groceries and drive to the Indian reservation to fill up my gas tank. You'd think I was preparing to go off on a safari. Of course I first had to finish up my tax returns precisely, sign them, attach the needed forms, put them in their return envelopes, put a stamp on them, yadda yadda. Then there was the need to write up a grocery list. That meant I had to study the flyer that the super market sends out showing all of the things that are on sale this week. I had to gather up my library books and at least put them in the vicinity of the kitchen so that I wouldn't forget to return them. I even had to decide what jacket I should wear because of the warmer weather. I decided on my light-weight old Navy jacket. Frankly every time I leave the house (which is infrequent) I have to prepare myself ahead of time to make certain that I touch all bases in one trip. It's a wonder I don't pack a bag in case it's more than just a day trip! :-) vee

Dear Folks, Several years ago I decided I needed a front porch to enhance the front of my house. It also had to do with providing a hand rail up to the front door and to provide cover from the elements over my door. The contractor built the porch but in the end, I didn't know what to do with it. Because my house had originally been built so close to the road (the road had eventually been widened), the porch had to be small. So small that it would accommodate maybe only a lawn chair and a small table. Well, now that I realize that I'd like to smell some fresh air, I've considered setting up a sufficiently padded comfortable chair, a foot stool, with a table alongside it and enjoy reading my murder mysteries outside. But I doubt that there's enough room for even that. I guess it's a dream that won't come true. Nonetheless, I can picture me lounging in my chair, my feet propped up, reading my book and with the front door open, still being able to listen to my classical music. Now isn't that a nice dream? vee

Dear Folks, Yesterday I knew that I had just run out of egg salad on crackers for lunch and had to put together a big pot of chicken soup, my favorite. I thawed out the four chicken drum sticks I had bought (on sale) for the purpose, got a pot of water to boiling, dropped the chicken in and added vegetables, spices and such. I let the pot simmer for about 1-1/2 hours until the meat fell off the drum sticks. I then removed the drum sticks to cool off. In the meantime I had put together a mixture of water and flour into a jar and shook the daylights out of it. When I thought the flour had been absorbed by the water I dumped it all into the boiling broth. But whoa! something was wrong. My proportion of flour to water was way off and I ended up with big lumps the size of small dumplings in my soup. Not only that, but the soup was so thick you could eat it with a fork. Well today was another day. Last night I had refrigerated all of it and today it was time to remove all the meat from the bones. When I had accomplished that and dumped the chicken into the broth with the vegetables, it made the soup thicker than ever. Although I knew that I could thin it out with plain water I was afraid it would dilute the flavor. But ah HAH! I came up with the notion that if I'd boil up the chicken bones and scraps and let them simmer, I'd come up with a good chicken broth to add to the soup. I let the bones and salted water simmer for about an hour, it sure smelled good, I strained it and added it to the thick soup in my pot. As I stirred the broth into the soup, I knew that I ended up with a pot of real chicken soup. I may have ended up with a chicken soup that I'd be embarrassed to serve to company (what with the strange small flour dumplings) but I know darned well I'll love every spoonful of it. vee

Evelyn, Try "HARD as HOOF" nail strengthener cream. It works good for me & you can find it at Wal-Mart. It stops splits, chips, & cracks. Janey > From: "evelyn" <ebcooper@copper.net> > Date: 2005/04/10 Sun PM 01:20:16 GMT > To: NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [FOLKS] Don't give up on your fingernails > > Hi all - > > Now that the subject of fingernails is up, and it looks like I'm not the > only one who can't seem to have nice nails, I wonder if anyone has found > anything that helps theirs stay strong and not so brittle (and near > useless). > > Mine chip off with the slightest things I do. Dang it anyway. ;-( > > Evelyn > > > > > Dear Folks, > > > > I've been procrastinating turning my wristwatch ahead to Standard Time for > > only one reason. The little knob on the side of it is impossible to pull > > out. In the past my fingernails have managed to pry it up but not > tonight. > > > > I turned to my handy dandy very tiny thin screw driver knowing full well > > that it could do the job. All I wanted to do was to set my watch ahead. > I > > pried and I pried but nothing happened. So what do you do under such > > circumstances? You turn back to your fingernails and try again no matter > > how chipped they've become. And with the last desperate measures, the > knob > > finally gives in and your watch is set ahead. > > > > I guess the only moral to this message is to not to give up on your > > fingernails. They've served you well in the past and they'll do a good > job > > in the future. Just don't get bent out of shape when you chip or break > one > > of them. If they're real, they'll grow back in again and if they aren't > > real you know where to find a replacement. > > vee > > > > > >

Dear Folks, Recently Sue from our historical society and I met in the parking lot of the Red Brick School House. We exchanged pleasantries. I told her I was in the process of putting together all of my stories and make a book out of them. She in turn told me that she was in the process of putting together a book about a different view of the history of the Town of Porter. She wanted to include as many photographs that she could dig up about the more recent years of our town. She told me that she was especially looking for photos of anyone who had been in the military from our town. I laughed inasmuch as I certainly have pictures of me when I was in the Navy, especially in the mid 1950s. That definitely caught her interest. We talked more about it and she said she'd call me. This afternoon she called and I invited her over to my house this evening to show her my Navy pictures. She sat down at my kitchen table and I pulled out all of the photographs I have about my life in the Navy. Some of them were just snapshots taken with a Brownie camera and others were taken by a professional Navy photographer. She studied each and everyone with a careful eye. But there were a couple of them that really caught her eye. There was a picture of me in a serious Navy working setting in 1956 when I was putting a pilot through the intricacies of flying on only instruments in a flight simulator (a Link Trainer). Another one that caught her eye was a photo of me in a regulation flight suit about to board a Navy jet in 1959. Both the pilot and I were holding our flight helmets and ready to don our oxygen masks for the flight up into the wild blue yonder. What was unusual about that flight was that back in 1959 few women had ever flown in a jet. All the while I was showing the pictures I have, Sue took everyone of them in and listened to the background of all of them. I believe that by the time she left she was still a bit overwhelmed about the tales I had told her of my life in the Navy. Yes, she left with a few really good pictures of a woman in the Navy back in the 1950s, but I'm certain she won't forget the pictures that I showed her with me as the only woman surrounded by a whole bunch of sailors. Hey, that was pretty much my Navy life. Surrounded by sailors! vee

Vee, I guess you'll have to ask the KIDS!!!! One of the small town schools not far from here has a jump roping team. They do all sorts of tricks with the ropes and go to competitions, I guess. I think it started as a fitness thing and evolved into this team. They are supposed to be really good but I've never seen them, just read about them in the paper from time to time. Ruth At 9:40 PM -0400 4/8/05, Vee L. Housman wrote: >Dear Folks, > >I've been deep in concentration editing my stories for "publication" and I >came across this one. I believe I've posted it to the list before but I >thought it was worth posting again. > > > >Who Made Up Our Jump Rope Chants? > >July 15, 1997 > >(After another lovely picnic with the Girls of the Class of 1949) > > > >Recently we've been reminiscing about our game of jump rope but I don't >expect any of you to have the answer to a question that's been puzzling me >for years. It's obvious most of us recall many of the words and chants that >went with jump rope-the game that was so much fun to play. > >The question is this. Who made up the jump rope game and its rules and the >chants? Certainly not our parents or our teachers! And if they weren't >made up by the adults in our society, that leaves only the children. All of >us know from experience that we learned them from other children. > >On one curious occasion when I was in my late 40s and on active duty in the >Navy I brought up the silly subject of jump rope chants. I was totally >amazed how many of the younger generation in their 20s admitted they had >jumped to the same chants that I had. To make my point clearer, I was >talking with girls from many parts of the country. To make a more startling >comment, one of the young shipmates who joined right in the discussion and >offered another jump rope chant familiar to all of us was a young black male >from Ohio! Oh my goodness, I'd never seen a boy jump rope in my life! > >Now I'm still struggling to figure out what sort of "communications system" >children have that has nothing whatever to do with parents or adults. In >addition, how do children sense the precise day in spring when it's time to >bring out their marbles or their jump ropes or their roller skates, knowing >that all of the other children will be right there along with them, having >sensed the same thing? > >Who can I ask who could answer my question? Certainly not an adult! What >do adults know? I don't suppose any of you have figured it out yet, have >you? Well, have you?? > >vee -- Ruth Barton mrgjb@sover.net Dummerston, VT

Good morning, everyone ... Evelyn, is this the one you wanted? http://www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/newbonham/6/dearie.htm I went to google.com and put in dearie do you remember then asked for an exact match Looks like it's just the spelling of "dearie" vs "dearee" that was off - but your memory of the lyrics was "spot on"! :) (if, indeed, this is the one!) Deb

Hi all - Now that the subject of fingernails is up, and it looks like I'm not the only one who can't seem to have nice nails, I wonder if anyone has found anything that helps theirs stay strong and not so brittle (and near useless). Mine chip off with the slightest things I do. Dang it anyway. ;-( Evelyn > Dear Folks, > > I've been procrastinating turning my wristwatch ahead to Standard Time for > only one reason. The little knob on the side of it is impossible to pull > out. In the past my fingernails have managed to pry it up but not tonight. > > I turned to my handy dandy very tiny thin screw driver knowing full well > that it could do the job. All I wanted to do was to set my watch ahead. I > pried and I pried but nothing happened. So what do you do under such > circumstances? You turn back to your fingernails and try again no matter > how chipped they've become. And with the last desperate measures, the knob > finally gives in and your watch is set ahead. > > I guess the only moral to this message is to not to give up on your > fingernails. They've served you well in the past and they'll do a good job > in the future. Just don't get bent out of shape when you chip or break one > of them. If they're real, they'll grow back in again and if they aren't > real you know where to find a replacement. > vee > >

Okay I'm back at it again but this time I already checked the web sites Deb suggested earlier. Maybe I can't find the lyrics because I'm not sure of the title. I thought it was Dearee - so I'm asking if any of you know the title of an oldie that has these words Dearee do you remember when we ......... and ends with "Well dearee if you remember then you're much older than I." Not much to go on but maybe someone can help Thanks Evelyn

My grandmother ALWAYS wore a hairnet. I don't remember any women wearing snoods but the only defense industry we had here was an American Optical plant and the women just sat and inspected lens so they didn't need to watch their hair. Of course I was only 4 yrs old so I didn't see many people anyway. We live out in the country and I think I probably went to town once or twice a year at most during that time. We really didn't go ANYWHERE during the war. Grandpa went once a week to deliver his farm products on a route he had in town, he went to the stores after and bought whatever Grandma had on her list--which was VERY LITTLE as we grew most of our own food. We went about 30 miles once a year to visit a family on Grandpa's side and once a year about 20 miles to visit a family on Grandma's side. That was the extent of our travels except once during the summer we went about 30 miles north to a place where wild high-bush blueberries grew to pick berries that we canned. I remember once when we went up there I was picking with the hired man and he picked me up on his shoulders so Icould see the bear picking berries on the other side of the clump of bushes we were picking on. We left that bush very quietly. Now, how did I get from snoods to bears? LOL Ruth At 10:32 PM -0400 4/7/05, Vee L. Housman wrote: >Dear Folks, > >Do you remember the snoods of WWII? I believe they were worn in that >particular era because women were going to work in defense plants and they >needed to have their hair confined so that it wouldn't be caught in the >machinery they were working on. > >Snoods were made of cotton or rayon netting that women put over their hair, >tuck all of the hair underneath them and then tie them securely in back. >Actually they became quite fashionable during those years and tended to be >viewed as rather glamorous. Certainly the movie stars wore them. > >Just a passing memory. >vee -- Ruth Barton mrgjb@sover.net Dummerston, VT

Dear Folks, I've been procrastinating turning my wristwatch ahead to Standard Time for only one reason. The little knob on the side of it is impossible to pull out. In the past my fingernails have managed to pry it up but not tonight. I turned to my handy dandy very tiny thin screw driver knowing full well that it could do the job. All I wanted to do was to set my watch ahead. I pried and I pried but nothing happened. So what do you do under such circumstances? You turn back to your fingernails and try again no matter how chipped they've become. And with the last desperate measures, the knob finally gives in and your watch is set ahead. I guess the only moral to this message is to not to give up on your fingernails. They've served you well in the past and they'll do a good job in the future. Just don't get bent out of shape when you chip or break one of them. If they're real, they'll grow back in again and if they aren't real you know where to find a replacement. vee

Dear Folks, This afternoon when my neighbor Ken came into my house he left the outside door slightly ajar. It didn't bother me inasmuch as the outside temperature was climbing toward over 60 degrees. By the time he left, I noticed the sweet smell of fresh air in my kitchen where the door was slightly open. I commented on it to Ken and he suggested that I just open a couple of windows to let in the fresh air. I told him that since I had installed central air conditioning in my house I keep the windows sealed with storm windows to help insulate the house from the heat. And that was that. I thought about it soon afterwards and realized where I'd been coming from. It was a matter of saving pennies regarding my air conditioning bills. For Heaven's sake, here I've been depriving myself with fresh air over the years just to save a bit of money. My bank account is healthy enough to where I can certainly afford a few dollars more to pay my electric bill. My house has been sealed up for years and all it takes is to lift the storm windows up, pull down the window screens and let the fresh air into my house. And with the fresh air comes the sounds of the birds and the peepers and even the quiet sounds of cars passing my house. Now that I've opened a few of my windows it seems that I'm once again in touch with the outside world without even leaving my house. It's been a long time since I've experienced the joy. vee

Dear Folks, A couple of months ago I whined to you about my not being able to quite make out the words on my TV screen. I told you it bugged me inasmuch as my TV set is always tuned to a cable channel that plays classical music constantly. What I wanted to make out was who the composer was, who the cello player (or whoever) was and the title of the piece. At the time I didn't want to disturb the decor in my living room but just a few days ago I figured it was about time to forget all about that and bring my TV just a few feet closer to me where I could sit back and read every word. I decided just where I wanted to move it to but I had just one problem. The TV is way too heavy for me to pick up and I needed help. That's when I thought of Ken, my dear next door neighbor. Early today when I heard him putting my mail and newspaper in my door I was quick enough on my feet to wave him down before he got away. I told him I needed help moving my TV and he was only too glad to help me. I was amazed with the ease he picked up the TV and put it where I wanted it. Then he managed to sort out the cables to my VCR and my cable box and put them alongside the TV. When everything was powered up again, I sat in my favorite easy chair and checked out the whole setup. Wow, I could read again, I could read again! I can now make out who the composer is (and realize I've never heard of him), I can make out who the performer/artist is and I can also make out the title of the composition and what orchestra is playing. In addition, I can read the bits of information about the history of the composer, the performer, etc. I know that I'll now get a better education regarding classical music so that I can appreciate it even more. What a great feeling all because I moved the TV just a few feet closer to me. vee

Hey Vee, While I know it is probably not good for my teeth, I still use them to pull out the knob to reset my watch. I cannot get hold of it with acrylic nails, even though they are short. Of course, we in Arizona don't "do" Daylight Savings Time, but whenever I go to and from my home state of Missouri, I do need to reset my watch. Leslie