----- Original Message ----- From: "Narda Iulg" <silverbear@sympatico.ca> To: <NY-NIAGRA-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, March 24, 2005 6:35 PM Subject: Fw: [FOLKS] Fw: BITTLER > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Narda Iulg" <silverbear@sympatico.ca> > To: <NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Tuesday, March 22, 2005 11:53 AM > Subject: [FOLKS] Fw: BITTLER > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: Narda Iulg > > To: NY-NIAGRA-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com > > Sent: Tuesday, March 22, 2005 11:24 AM > > Subject: re: BITTLER > > > > > > Dear List; > > I am looking for two people who have used this list and one of them > sent me some info on my family name from his family list and attached more > from a second chap who was also searching the same BITTLER name. If you > know them, please have them email me directly as I have more information > now. HELP! > > They are Glenn S Piper gpiper@fast.net and Norm Smith SmithNo@aol.com > > I am unable to reach either of them, but would like to talk to both of > them regarding the Bittler family. Thank you. > > Narda >

Dear Folks, This afternoon I heard a knocking on my door and discovered it was my next door neighbor who was delivering my daily newspaper and mail to me. Normally he just leaves it in the canvas bag I've tied to the outside door knob but when I went to the door he wanted to show me the two pieces of mail that he had retrieved from the bottom of the ditch near my mail box. They had been water soaked and had dried off, but in the meantime both of them ended up stiff and dirty to an extreme. One of them I could recognize as a statement regarding my credit card but the other one was totally washed out blank with the exception of a hand pasted postage stamp on the envelope. That one I knew was a personal letter to me. It was still sealed and when I opened it up I saw that it was from Rachael thanking me for sending her the recipe booklets of mine several months ago. In fact she wished me a Happy New Year. At least I could read her note. Regarding my credit card statement, at first I shivered when I saw that my payment was due on February 18, but when I checked the balance on the bill I saw that it was $0.00. Therefore it wasn't overdue. But here's the thing of it. It was obvious that both of them were posted in the middle of January but managed to survive in a ditch covered in snow until the snow finally melted recently. Rachael wished me Happy New Year and now it's the first day of spring. Yes, both of them were finally delivered to me by my friendly neighbor, the post man. We both enjoyed the mystery of both of them. vee

Dear Folks, One of the first messages I read today was from Matt a stranger who had found my name listed on the web as a "lookup" for Town of Porter genealogy. He said he was researching the Warren/Owen/Perry families from around here. Well I definitely know the Perry family and the Warren family definitely sounded familiar but the Owen family was a bit iffy. Nonetheless I checked my genealogy database (over 10,000 names) of Town of Porter families and by George I found the connection between all three families back into the early 1800s. I wrote right back to Matt and asked if those family names were familiar to him. Oh they DEFINITELY were! He wrote back and sent me a pedigree chart back to more ancestors than I ever knew about. If Matt's interested in what I know about the many descendants of those families, I can certainly provide him with the whole nine yards, but I can't help him in researching the Massachusetts origin of some of them. I don't do MA research, only Town of Porter. I'm certain that we'll have a number of exciting messages to exchange and if nothing else his pedigree chart will add more information on those families for my files and for future reference in case of another query. vee

Lorraine said, > Congratulations, Vee! Glad to hear you've completed the discs! I just > got > my very first CD burner and haven't even figured out how to use it yet. > Can't > wait to burn some of the vintage postcards I've found onto disc, to go > along > with my family story. Dear Lorraine, Congratulations on your anticipation in using your new CD burner. I wish I could help you with the process but unless you have the same Drag & Drop program that I do, I wouldn't have a clue. In fact, I barely have a clue how I managed to complete the discs myself. :-) vee

Congratulations, Vee! Glad to hear you've completed the discs! I just got my very first CD burner and haven't even figured out how to use it yet. Can't wait to burn some of the vintage postcards I've found onto disc, to go along with my family story. I'll bet you slept well last night! Best, Lorraine In a message dated 3/21/2005 8:33:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, housman@adelphia.net writes: I'm still pretty much brain dead but I know I can go to bed tonight with the feeling of great accomplishment in recording such a great family genealogy story complete with photos. vee

----- Original Message ----- From: Narda Iulg To: NY-NIAGRA-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Tuesday, March 22, 2005 11:24 AM Subject: re: BITTLER Dear List; I am looking for two people who have used this list and one of them sent me some info on my family name from his family list and attached more from a second chap who was also searching the same BITTLER name. If you know them, please have them email me directly as I have more information now. HELP! They are Glenn S Piper gpiper@fast.net and Norm Smith SmithNo@aol.com I am unable to reach either of them, but would like to talk to both of them regarding the Bittler family. Thank you. Narda

Dear Folks, This evening another Navy memory popped into my head. It was while I was stationed at Naval Air Technical Training Center outside Memphis, TN, in the 1950s. I was living in the large WAVES barracks there and every once in awhile the WAVE on watch on the Quarter Deck would announce loudly over the PA system, "Man on board, Man on board." That generally meant that a plumber or electrician would be wandering around the barracks to fix whatever needed fixing. But what it meant to us was that if we needed covering up, we needed to dash into our cubicles and put a robe on. After all, we were we were proper young ladies even though we were also sailors! vee

Dear Folks, I was working diligently trying to put my stories into some sort of order for my book when I ran across one that I wrote back in 1987, "Pilgrimage to Our Roots." I wanted to include it in my book but when I opened it up I realized that some time back I had meticulously added color snapshots that I had taken during the genealogy adventure my sister Norma and I had in Germany back in 1983. Wow! I really don't remember doing that. But when I scrolled down over the entire story, I knew I had to burn it onto a CD to share with my family, including me. Well, for the past couple of days I've been working my brain to the bone getting it in order (shortening it from 41 pages to 30) and today I was finally pleased with the end result. All that was left was to burn four copies of it onto CDs. Well, I thought I had problems putting it in order but when it came to burning it on CDs, I had to fight a ferocious battle between me and my Drag and Drop CD program. Although I was near the end of my rope, I continued to persevere and this afternoon I was finally able to burn the four CDs. I had WON! I'm still pretty much brain dead but I know I can go to bed tonight with the feeling of great accomplishment in recording such a great family genealogy story complete with photos. vee

Evelyn said, > It seems strange that war time would bring to so many fond memories and > impact our childhood in such positive ways, ways we still carry with us. > But then something so big had the ability to shape us making us better > folks. For me it was a time of innocence. My world was very small, but > it > was safe. My young mind drank in the sounds from the radio and they are > still there. Even though we had sufficient food, it was probably then it > was put in my mind "not to waste", and "clean your plate and be thankful > for > the food because some child in the world didn't have it so good". Ah what > wonderful memories! > > Evelyn in sunny snow-melting Maine Yep, them were the days for little kids. :-) vee in sunny snow-melting NY (just waiting for the next big snowfall!)

Bert said, > Tooth the tubes were squeezed dry, rolled up, and added to the tin > collection. Cans, minus labels, were cleaned, ends cut off and > flattened. All for > the war effort. Today we call it recycling. Those were the days when we > all > did it, today just a few participate without the patriotic fervor. Yes, I had forgotten metal toothpaste tubes that were added to the tin drives. Regarding flattening tin cans, I remember that also. I believe it was my job and/or my sister's job to rinse them out, peal the labels off, remove the other end (by a hand operated can opener) and then stomp on each one to flatten them. But I have to giggle about about stomping on them. Kids in those days wore leather shoes that had a heavy sole. We'd try to stomp on the cans so that the two ends would buckle up and get caught on the soles of our shoes. Then we could walk around the house with cans on our shoes! (tee hee) Yes we all did our part for the War Effort. That was the patriotic thing to do. vee

It seems strange that war time would bring to so many fond memories and impact our childhood in such positive ways, ways we still carry with us. But then something so big had the ability to shape us making us better folks. For me it was a time of innocence. My world was very small, but it was safe. My young mind drank in the sounds from the radio and they are still there. Even though we had sufficient food, it was probably then it was put in my mind "not to waste", and "clean your plate and be thankful for the food because some child in the world didn't have it so good". Ah what wonderful memories! Evelyn in sunny snow-melting Maine

Good Morning Everyone, Not being born until the 1940's, I cannot profess to remember the depression. However, Mother remembered her father's (and their neighbors' and friends') extra carefulness with gasoline. She spoke of how whomever was driving did not stop to pick up his passengers. He would simply slow down, in order to conserve gas. The passenger would jump onto the runningboard and then somehow manuver from there. Luckily, this was small-town Missouri... so a lot of people were easily able to walk to work since it would be only a mile or two. BTW, I had a high school teacher (who had taught my mother when Mother was in the 6th grade!) who often recanted the tales of her getting to school as a child. She often spoke of the long walks to get there. This was even before the Great Depression. To hear her tell these tales, you'd swear that the lay of the land made the walking (both to and from school) up-hill..... BOTH WAYS! Leslie

I had forgotten about the toothpaste tubes. I can not remember any food cans, my grandmother canned EVERYTHING we had that would normally come in a can--vegetables, fruit, even meat. My grandparents also had a drawer in a "freezer locker" at a place in town. This was where people could rent a drawer in a huge freezer to keep their frozen food. I also remember my grandmother getting a large tin can of frozen cherries from a place in Sodus, NY(anybody here near Sodus) she would let them thaw just enough to get them out and put into smaller containers then refreeze them to use later. Once a year we would make a great trek to a place in NH (probably all of 30 mi from here) where we could pick high bush wild blueberries in an area where lots of trees had come down in the hurricane of '38 and blueberries had come in. We picked the berries into 14 quart milk pails and got several pails full to be frozen for the next winter's use. We had a huge garden and our own beef, pork and chickens. We had milk cows and made butter and cheese and grandma even made her own salad dressing. We also made maple syrup in the spring so had little need for purchased sugar. The only purchased grocery items I can remember were flour, salt, spices and a little molasses. I think grandma even got cider from the neighbor and put it in a jug with some mother to make vinegar. When "recycling" became the vogue in the '70s I said that's not new, that's what we did during the War. But it has never caught on with these younger folk like we did it then. Ruth At 12:46 AM -0500 3/21/05, Buddbo@aol.com wrote: >Tooth the tubes were squeezed dry, rolled up, and added to the tin >collection. Cans, minus labels, were cleaned, ends cut off and >flattened. All for >the war effort. Today we call it recycling. Those were the days when we all >did it, today just a few participate without the patriotic fervor. > >Bert -- Ruth Barton mrgjb@sover.net Dummerston, VT

There ws a period of time mother had a machine that she placed the paper and tabacco in one end, pulled the handle toward the other end and received a rolled cigerate. She even tried rolling them by hand and would twist the ends so as to keep the tabacco inside the paper, thats when she got the machine. Charles ----- Original Message ----- From: <conachie@rochester.rr.com> To: <NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, March 20, 2005 8:49 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKS] Collecting Tin Foil During WWII > Yes I remeber Wings, my parents smoked them also. They also rolled their > own. I can remember watching my Mother roll it and then lick down the > seam to secure it. A lot of the tobacco fell out even before you got to > lite it. > > Also my husband who was in World WarII tells me that Lucky Strikes package > went to green logo instead of red. Slogan was Lucky Strike goes to war. > I guess I don't remember Lucky Strike because they rolled their own. > > Louise >

Dear Folks, Born in 1931, the son of a dentist, in a poor northwest Wisconsin small town we lived often by barter. Teeth were pulled for vegetables, plates were made for half of a hog. Vegetables were often creamed, cooked with a white sauce. A few years ago I missed creamed vegetables, and realized that it was done to stretch them. As a result I've learned to make white sauce, no lumps, and cream the peas myself. Golden rod eggs on toast is another favorite. During the war we had moved to the cities, and dad took a job in a munitions factory eventually becoming a general foreman of a building. This entitled him to a C gas rationing sticker and about 72 hours a week at the plant. The gas sticker allowed him unlimited gas. The job kept us from abusing it. Once grocery shopping with Mom, a customer asked if they had any butter and was told "no". Mom uttered her disappointment as the customer turned and left. The butcher said, "We have some for you Mrs. Budd, you're a regular and that one goes from store to store just looking for scarce items." As I entered Jr. High I continued with Junior High Y, a YMCA group that met in members homes. Once when we met in our home Mom had each member bring a half cup of sugar so we could have a taffy pull. Those were the Days. And, we didn't even have TV:-) Bert

Tooth the tubes were squeezed dry, rolled up, and added to the tin collection. Cans, minus labels, were cleaned, ends cut off and flattened. All for the war effort. Today we call it recycling. Those were the days when we all did it, today just a few participate without the patriotic fervor. Bert

Hi Lorraine and group: I've just started on my family heritage scrapbook. I got a lot of ideas from the Internet, and here's how I decided to put my album together: I decided on a color scheme, dark navy for my mother's line, dark cranberry for my father's line. I started with myself, with baby picture, graduation picture, wedding, interests, pets and so on. These sections I used both the cranberry and navy and I used ivory cardstock to mat the photos. I didn't use original photos, I made copies instead. Then I followed my pedigree chart and started with me, my dad, my mom, my dad;s parents, then my mom's parents and so on. There are some family members I do not have pictures of, for instance, my gg grandfather, Daniel Clickner, who married my gg grandmother, Phoebe Ann Williams, so I haven't decided what to do about that. For each new generation, I put in a pedigree chart, and I used ivory resume paper for it & photo corners to put it on the page. That way you could slip out the pedigree chart to look at it more closely. For my heritage album, I'm not using any stickers or diecuts, but I use computer fonts for the journaling since my hand lettering is not legible. That would be a neat idea to have a photo postcard of a real Harvey House. It would add some "flavor" to it. I have pictures going back several generations, of which I'm lucky to have. I wish I had some of some ancestors that I don't have. I have a really good printer that prints out excellent copies of original photos, the only bad thing is, the pictures take a lot of ink. So somtimes I go down to Wal-Mart at their 1 hr photo and bring my CD full of pictures and get copies that way. Once I get my album done, it will be something special to hand down to the generations. Kim

Dear Folks, I'm on a roll here regarding the WWII years. During my research of WWII around here I realized that the German Prisoners of War who were imprisoned in the camp at Fort Niagara were used to good advantage. They were sent out on a daily basis to work in the fields and fruit orchards of the local farmers who were suffering from lack of able bodied men because of the war. The POWs were accompanied by only one armed guard. From what I've heard from the local older farmers, the German POWs were hard workers, probably because they had been farmers themselves back in Germany. And as far as I know none of them even attempted to escape. But there was one thing my friend Cora told me when she was in her 90s (she's now 102!). She and her husband Gordon ran a farm here and they depended on the POWs to help with the farm. However, Cora told me that she was appalled when she noticed what one of the Germans had in his lunch box or brown bag that the fort had issued him for lunch. She said that it was a sandwich made of two slices of bread with strips of RAW bacon in between. I admit I was a bit appalled too. That is until I remembered the father of my boyfriend Fred. His parents were born in the area of Switzerland that had very strong German roots and there was one thing that "Pa" really enjoyed. That was raw bacon! So maybe the German POW also thought it was a treat. From what I've heard from the old folks around here who experienced the German POWs who helped them maintain their farms, I've heard only good things about them. They certainly helped supply all of us with fresh vegetables and fruit when so much food was scarce. vee

Do you also add a bit of vinegar to the last of the catsup, mustard and dressing so you can get the last bit out? Drives my hubby nuts, but he's younger than I am. Ruth At 7:10 PM -0500 3/20/05, LorraineLatta@aol.com wrote: >How fascinating, and moving, to hear these stories. A co-worker was recently >telling us that he found it so odd that his Mother still adds water to the >last of the shampoo/conditioner/dish soap, etc., to make it last a little >longer. He said she does it because she lived through the depression, and >WWII, >when you had to make due with less. That had never occurred to me.... I've >always added water to the last of liquids and thought EVERYBODY did that! >But I >certainly did learn it from my Mom so it must be true, and how strange to >think >some of us still do things because of conditions 60-70 years ago! > >Lorraine -- Ruth Barton mrgjb@sover.net Dummerston, VT

Dear Folks, It was during the time I was researching the history of WWII to write my book about that era in Niagara Falls that I eventually realized what the general food shortage was all about. My little fictitious girl in the story, Ginny, (aka me with my curious mind) finally asked her parents what had caused such a sudden food shortage. The reply she was given was that so much food went to feed our soldiers who were fighting the war. Ginny's question then was to ask that since the soldiers had always lived in America, why would they consume that much more food. Because of my research, I was brought up short with the answer. Many of our servicemen came from families who had suffered greatly during the Depression and hadn't recovered by then. As a consequence, the young men barely had a decent meal in their entire lives. When those men sat down at the chow hall tables with their tin trays loaded up with food, they ate everything in sight and loaded up for seconds. At the same time the US was sending shiploads of food to England to help them out in their food shortage crisis because of the London Blitz. So since Ginny's parents had the patience and intelligence to answer her question honestly, she was able to understand why food at home was hard to come by. vee