Hi List,    Just wanted to share my sad news. My mother-in-law has passed away this morning. She has been bad off for quite some time now. Yesterday morning at 5am the family called and Bryan was able to tell his mother he loved her. She had been speaking with her deceased husband and mother for hours. Apparently she had not been able to speak but she was able to hear and nod her head.    This is such a sad time for Bryan as his dad passed away last Jan. 13, and now his mother. Please say a prayer for Bryan as he is taking this very hard.   -tracy

Ok, thanks Brenda. Perhap I'll try that tomorrow as I've got some stew in the refrigerator, & might try it to thickening it just as an experiment. Thanks allot for posting this at this time. I'm trying to learn how to do this, so I appreciate it. I'll have to just try it, I guess! Might learn alot! Cathy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Brenda Daniels" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Monday, January 19, 2009 12:52:19 PM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern Subject: [PD-LIFE] Thickening My mother made vegetable soup and used corn meal to thicken the broth. It never thicken it stiff just enough so the broth was not watery. She canned vegetables at the end of garden season. When cold weather arrived she got a big pan and put a roast in the pan with water. When the roast was done she sliced the roast in bite size pieces and added 3 quarts of vegetables and about 1/2 cup of corn meal. That sounds good with all this cold weather. She put the left over soup in the quart jars and put in frig. It did not stay there long. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

GREAT, GREAT stories everyone!!!!! I am reading them all and enjoying every resting minute. I am taking a back seat and lurking a little bit. Have been so busy these few days, and have another mailing of THE MANUAL to do. Glad everyone was able to get THE MANUAL documents open Now I must get back to my photo project. We had some snow, and will have to go out again and shovel when it comes off the rubber roof later tonight. My sister-in-law came out to help with the shoveling. We had a lot of it done before Mike came home from work. Their brother is the lucky one, because he works an hour later than Mike, so we had it all done before he even started on his way home :o) I'm getting too old for all this shoveling. I'm really tired right now, and have lots of typing to do still. So, don't think I've gone far away_I'll be lurking. Keep the stories coming_they are so entertaining. Thanks to everyone for the suggestions of the decaf coffees. Yes, I agree, the coffee is always better with filtered water. We had the option of buying a filter that goes into the Hamilton Beach coffee maker, but since we already filter the water, there was no need for it. Brenda!!! Thanks for all those green tomato recipes!!! How interesting some of them are. I will be trying some, someday, too. Might wind up in THE MANUAL_so I thank you for all the sources you posted with them. I like knowing and letting folks know where the recipes came from. Had lots of business type letters to compose today, and have to take a break. I think I'm really going to like the FlavorWave, once I get a chance to use it. I'll explain later. Have to get to my Church Historian work, and family research work now. Still haven't used my Shark Floor Steamer, but I will one of these days. If you guys stop talking, I'm coming back to reeve you up again!!! So please, please keep telling your stories. It's a very bright light in my day, to read them. Glad to see all this listing happening. Keep it coming_I'll be reading it with a smile, just knowing all my dear friends are still here. Take care, don't shovel too much snow, too fast, stay healthy, stay warm, stay right here around cousin Rick's virtual kitchen table, and I'll be right there with you, listening the whole time. I know he is Uncle Rick to you, but he is my distant cousin, so I can't call him Uncle Rick_OR CAN I RICK :o) LOL!!!!! After all, we called Vee, Auntie Vee!!!!! So, by rights, I should be able to call you Unclie Rick :o) LOL!!!! Hugs to all of you from Columbia :o) Lynn

What a great tale. Must be that pig just wanted to go for a walk for a change of scenery. What a hoot! You should have not followed her one day to see how long it took her to come back without you tailing her. I can sort of picture you running down that dirt road with a switch in your hand hoping to catch up to that pig; and I can hear her grunting or snorting every little bit. That would have made for a great Rockwell painting and a cover for Life Magazine. A lot of people are not aware of how intelligent pigs really are. They can be house broken easily and make great 'watch' pigs. They get very protective, too. My aunt and uncle- who always had a farm - raised a pair of hogs in their house in Florida when they retired. I'm sure it was my uncle's idea. My aunt would never have done it on her own. This is the same uncle who had a mule he named Maude, after my aunt, who had a fit! When the mule had her baby, it was named Mary, after me. My uncle has a very strange sense of humor. Any way, the hogs got so big, they had to buy a station wagon to haul them with. They used to take them every where with them and walk them on leashes like dogs. By the time the hogs were a couple of years old, each one weighed in at a couple hundred pounds or more. One of their sons told them they were NOT taking the hogs back to Florida when they went back because they were getting so big my aunt and uncle couldn't handle them. I'm sure they probably became pork chops and roasts in the kids' freezers. Hugs, Mary -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Don Churchfield Sent: Monday, January 19, 2009 1:16 AM To: [email protected] Subject: [PD-LIFE] Dog Mary, that was a good story. We raised pigs and chickens. One time we had a sow that dad called Blondie. Even though my mother had red hair, her nickname was Blondie after Blondie from the Dagwood and Blondie cartoon strip. The pig was red, so I guess that is why dad named her Blondie after my mom. Mom did not seem to mind. Now and then Blondie would dig under the fence and get out. She would start running down the dirt road below the house with me usually chasing her. A little distance from the house the dirt road turned right and went down to a stop sign on the blacktop road. She would turn right there and go to the next intersection and turn right again. That would take her right back to the house, and she would go the short distance to the pen, dig under the fence and get back into the pen. I guess she gave both of us some good exercise. She always went the same route and always came back to the pen. None of the other pigs followed her or ever attempted to get out of the pen. Don in AZ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

*I was looking for Apple and Cherry pies and I happened to find Pineapple Pies that sound mm good. From Recipelink.com PINEAPPLE FRIED PIES* *FOR THE FILLING:* 1 (15 oz.) can crushed pineapple 3/4 cup water 3/4 cup sugar 1 1/2 tbsp. flour 1 tsp. cinnamon *FOR THE CRUST:* 2 1/2 cups flour 1/2 tsp. salt 1/2 tsp. baking powder 1/2 cup shortening 3/4 cup evaporated milk 1 egg oil (for frying) In medium saucepan, mix pineapple and water. Heat to near boiling. Reduce heat. Combine sugar, 1 1/2 tbsp. flour and cinnamon. Add slowly to pineapple mixture. Remove from heat when thickened. Measure 2 1/2 cups flour, salt, and baking powder into bowl. Cut in shortening. Blend milk and egg together. Add this to flour mixture. Roll out small portions of crust on floured surface. Place a spoonful of fruit in the middle; fold in half and seal edges. Fry in hot oil over medium heat.

Green Tomato Cake From Allrecipes INGREDIENTS: 4 cups chopped green tomatoes 1 tablespoon salt 1/2 cup butter 2 cups white sugar 2 eggs 2 cups all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup raisins 1/2 cup chopped walnuts DIRECTIONS: 1. Place chopped tomatoes in a bowl and sprinkle with 1 tablespoon salt. Let stand 10 minutes. Place in a colander, rinse with cold water and drain. 2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9x13 inch baking pan. 3. Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs and beat until creamy. 4. Sift together flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, soda and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Add raisins and nuts to dry mixture; add dry ingredients to creamed mixture. Dough will be very stiff. Mix well. 5. Add drained tomatoes and mix well. Pour into the prepared 9 x 13 inch pan. 6. Bake for 40 to 45 minutes in the preheated oven, or until toothpick inserted into cake comes out clean.

Green Tomato Cake INGREDIENTS: 4 cups chopped green tomatoes 1 tablespoon salt 1/2 cup butter 2 cups white sugar 2 eggs 2 cups all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup raisins 1/2 cup chopped walnuts DIRECTIONS: 1. Place chopped tomatoes in a bowl and sprinkle with 1 tablespoon salt. Let stand 10 minutes. Place in a colander, rinse with cold water and drain. 2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9x13 inch baking pan. 3. Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs and beat until creamy. 4. Sift together flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, soda and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Add raisins and nuts to dry mixture; add dry ingredients to creamed mixture. Dough will be very stiff. Mix well. 5. Add drained tomatoes and mix well. Pour into the prepared 9 x 13 inch pan. 6. Bake for 40 to 45 minutes in the preheated oven, or until toothpick inserted into cake comes out clean.

Green Tomato Pie IV 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie 4 cups sliced green tomatoes 1 1/4 cups white sugar 1 teaspoon lemon juice 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 pinch ground nutmeg 1 pinch salt 2 tablespoons butter DIRECTIONS: 1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Roll pastry and line a 9 inch deep-dish pie plate. 2. In a large bowl, combine sliced tomatoes, sugar, lemon juice, flour, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt. Toss lightly to mix. Pour into pastry lined deep-dish pie plate. 3. Put little dabs of butter in about 4 or 5 places around the top of pie then cover with pastry. Make slits wherever you please. 4. Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 10 minutes then reduce heat to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) and continue baking until golden and bubbly.

Green Tomato Pie 2 from ALLRecipes INGREDIENTS: 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie 2 cups sliced green tomatoes 1 cup white sugar 1 tablespoon butter 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg DIRECTIONS: 1. Mix sugar, flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg together. Sprinkle over sliced tomatoes, coating them. Pour into pastry lined dish. Dot with butter or margarine. Cover with second crust, fluting edges. Cut three or four slits in top to allow steam to escape. 2. Bake at 375 degree F (190 degrees C) for 35 to 40 minutes.

Green Tomato Pie 1 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour 4 teaspoons lemon zest 6 tablespoons fresh lemon juice 3 tablespoons butter 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 1/3 cups white sugar 1/4 teaspoon salt 3 cups sliced green tomatoes DIRECTIONS: 1. Prepare pie plate with bottom layer of crust. 2. Mix together the flour, lemon peel, lemon juice, butter or margarine, ground cinnamon, sugar, and salt. Stir in the green tomatoes to coat. Pour into crust. Cover with top crust. Cut slits in top crust to allow steam to escape. 3. Bake at 450 degrees F (230 degrees C) for 10 minutes then reduce temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) and bake another 30 minutes.

Green Tomato Pie from Allrecipes INGREDIENTS: 5 green tomatoes, chopped 1 1/2 cups white sugar 2 tablespoons cider vinegar 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie DIRECTIONS: 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). 2. Place diced green tomatoes and vinegar in a large bowl. 3. In a medium bowl, mix together sugar, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, salt and flour. Sprinkle over tomatoes and toss to coat evenly. 4. Pour into pie crust and cover with criss-cross lattice crust. 5. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 30 to 35 minutes, until bubbly and crust is brown.

Mary,    I had to smile at your story. It makes me think of the story my mom told about the Fuller Brush man in our neighborhood when I was just little. He was creepy. He entered the house and wanted to get "frisky" with my mom. She chased him around the neighborhood and told him if he ever came back she'd end his life! Never saw him again at all in the neighborhood.   -tracy --- On Sun, 1/18/09, Mary wrote: There was one man, in particular, who was always trying to sell my dad siding and roofing. He was a skinny, little man with shifty eyes. He made such a nuisance out of himself one year that my dad threw him off the property and told him if he showed his face again he'd haul out his shotgun. My dad died at the end of August, and in October I rescued a German Shepherd named Poncho that had been trained as a guard dog.

My mother made vegetable soup and used corn meal to thicken the broth. It never thicken it stiff just enough so the broth was not watery. She canned vegetables at the end of garden season. When cold weather arrived she got a big pan and put a roast in the pan with water. When the roast was done she sliced the roast in bite size pieces and added 3 quarts of vegetables and about 1/2 cup of corn meal. That sounds good with all this cold weather. She put the left over soup in the quart jars and put in frig. It did not stay there long.

Well, Mary that was a long, but GREAT story! I loved it very much. Dogs can always be depended upon to do a man's work, in that case protection. You'd think he wouldn't have done that, but some don't take "NO" for the right answer! And that story about that liniment was something too, DON! Cathy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary Sayman" <[email protected]> To: "Don Churchfield" <[email protected]>, [email protected] Sent: Monday, January 19, 2009 12:44:08 AM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern Subject: [PD-LIFE] Fuller Brush and Liniment for Man or Beast, etc. I remember the Fuller Brush Man coming to the house. Back then, they sold liniments for the animals, too. My dad used to buy Bag Balm from them for the cows' udders in the winter time and for his poor old cracked hands. He also used to buy this other liniment called 'Liniment for Man or Beast'. It smelled pretty awful, but my dad used to mix it up in warm water and drink it when he was having intestinal difficulties. I shuddered every time he'd mix up a glass and swore I'd never, ever let that stuff get any where near my lips. Years later, I was in a wedding party. I was attending business school in Syracuse at the time, and one of my dorm mates was getting hitched. Her fiancé was in the Air Force at Rome, NY, and it was going to be a military wedding. All of his buddies were in the wedding party and matched up to us girls. We used to go to Dolgeville for the weekends where they both lived, the girls at Nancy's house, and the guys at Larry's house. Larry was adopted by his grandparents and lived on a farm. We spent many happy hours there. One weekend, I became physiqued and was in the house to be near the bathroom. Larry's grandmother came in the house and I could hear her in the kitchen mixing up something. The next thing I knew, she stepped through the door of the living room with a glass in her hand. I KNEW that smell!!! She told me to drink it and she held the glass out to me. I told her I KNEW what that stuff was - Liniment for Man or Beast - and I was NOT going to drink it. I'd suffer!! Well, she disappeared. The next thing I knew, Larry, who was 6'4" and 220 lbs. of solid muscle, walked into the living room followed by his grandmother who was still carrying that glass. Larry just stood aside with his hands folded in front of him in the 'at-ease' stance staring at me. His mother said, "You can either drink this voluntarily, or I will ask Larry to hold you down while I pour it down your throat. Either way, you are going to drink this." I knew they both meant business, so I gave in, taking little swigs of it while I held my nose. Larry was left behind to 'stand guard' so I wouldn't be tempted to water the house plants. I finally held my nose and downed the last half of the glass. About an hour later, one would never have known I had a problem. I felt great. But to this day, I have never swallowed another mouthful of that nasty stuff. Now-a-days I used something much more palatable for the runs and upset stomach: blackberry brandy; blackberry wine; blackberry anything...... it really works, too. I thought the old Italian lady who told me about it was crazy, but she was 100% right. And it is much more enjoyable that that ol' liniment. I also remember many other door-to-door salesmen: siding; roofing; insurance; Mason Shoes, from whom my father bought a new pair of work shoes every year; Avon; and several others. There was one man, in particular, who was always trying to sell my dad siding and roofing. He was a skinny, little man with shifty eyes. He made such a nuisance out of himself one year that my dad threw him off the property and told him if he showed his face again he'd haul out his shotgun. My dad died at the end of August, and in October I rescued a German Shepherd named Poncho that had been trained as a guard dog. She did not like men at all! Poncho used to lay outside in the shade of the bushes around the front porch, well hidden from view. This man came to the house the following spring. Because of her training, Poncho came out from under the bushes and got between the man and the house and sat down. My mother went to the back door to see who was out there, recognizing the salesman immediately. She asked what he wanted. He asked if the dog would bite. My mother assured him that she would and reminded him that my father had thrown him off the property and told him never to come there again. He told my mother that he knew my father was dead and he'd go anywhere he wanted. Mom told the man he had about five seconds to get in his car or she'd have the dog put him in his car. He turned to walk away, my mother turned and went back inside the house. The next thing she knew, the man was hollering his head off - "help me! help me! help me!" - because he had made a mad dash for the back door after my mother walked away and Poncho had him pinned to it, spread-eagle with his face mooshed into the screen door. Poncho would not release him until my mother went out the front door and around the house so that Poncho was between her and the man. My mother gave the release and heel command. The man was unharmed, just scared out of his wits. He went towards his car; my mother went toward the house with Poncho by her side and ever vigilant. As my mother reached the steps, she turned around and the man was again approaching the house. My mother said, "Poncho, take him!" and the dog put the man in his car head first. Good thing his window was down. That was the last time we ever saw him. Unfortunately, I missed the whole thing because I was working. I surely was proud of Poncho. She saved our bacon on several occasions. She even put my husband's half-brother in his car one night when he was being foolish! Ahhhh.... those were the good ol' days!!! I apologize for the length of this email. I just get carried away some times when the memories come rushing in! Hugs, Mary ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I remember the Fuller Brush Man coming to the house. Back then, they sold liniments for the animals, too. My dad used to buy Bag Balm from them for the cows' udders in the winter time and for his poor old cracked hands. He also used to buy this other liniment called 'Liniment for Man or Beast'. It smelled pretty awful, but my dad used to mix it up in warm water and drink it when he was having intestinal difficulties. I shuddered every time he'd mix up a glass and swore I'd never, ever let that stuff get any where near my lips. Years later, I was in a wedding party. I was attending business school in Syracuse at the time, and one of my dorm mates was getting hitched. Her fiancé was in the Air Force at Rome, NY, and it was going to be a military wedding. All of his buddies were in the wedding party and matched up to us girls. We used to go to Dolgeville for the weekends where they both lived, the girls at Nancy's house, and the guys at Larry's house. Larry was adopted by his grandparents and lived on a farm. We spent many happy hours there. One weekend, I became physiqued and was in the house to be near the bathroom. Larry's grandmother came in the house and I could hear her in the kitchen mixing up something. The next thing I knew, she stepped through the door of the living room with a glass in her hand. I KNEW that smell!!! She told me to drink it and she held the glass out to me. I told her I KNEW what that stuff was - Liniment for Man or Beast - and I was NOT going to drink it. I'd suffer!! Well, she disappeared. The next thing I knew, Larry, who was 6'4" and 220 lbs. of solid muscle, walked into the living room followed by his grandmother who was still carrying that glass. Larry just stood aside with his hands folded in front of him in the 'at-ease' stance staring at me. His mother said, "You can either drink this voluntarily, or I will ask Larry to hold you down while I pour it down your throat. Either way, you are going to drink this." I knew they both meant business, so I gave in, taking little swigs of it while I held my nose. Larry was left behind to 'stand guard' so I wouldn't be tempted to water the house plants. I finally held my nose and downed the last half of the glass. About an hour later, one would never have known I had a problem. I felt great. But to this day, I have never swallowed another mouthful of that nasty stuff. Now-a-days I used something much more palatable for the runs and upset stomach: blackberry brandy; blackberry wine; blackberry anything...... it really works, too. I thought the old Italian lady who told me about it was crazy, but she was 100% right. And it is much more enjoyable that that ol' liniment. I also remember many other door-to-door salesmen: siding; roofing; insurance; Mason Shoes, from whom my father bought a new pair of work shoes every year; Avon; and several others. There was one man, in particular, who was always trying to sell my dad siding and roofing. He was a skinny, little man with shifty eyes. He made such a nuisance out of himself one year that my dad threw him off the property and told him if he showed his face again he'd haul out his shotgun. My dad died at the end of August, and in October I rescued a German Shepherd named Poncho that had been trained as a guard dog. She did not like men at all! Poncho used to lay outside in the shade of the bushes around the front porch, well hidden from view. This man came to the house the following spring. Because of her training, Poncho came out from under the bushes and got between the man and the house and sat down. My mother went to the back door to see who was out there, recognizing the salesman immediately. She asked what he wanted. He asked if the dog would bite. My mother assured him that she would and reminded him that my father had thrown him off the property and told him never to come there again. He told my mother that he knew my father was dead and he'd go anywhere he wanted. Mom told the man he had about five seconds to get in his car or she'd have the dog put him in his car. He turned to walk away, my mother turned and went back inside the house. The next thing she knew, the man was hollering his head off - "help me! help me! help me!" - because he had made a mad dash for the back door after my mother walked away and Poncho had him pinned to it, spread-eagle with his face mooshed into the screen door. Poncho would not release him until my mother went out the front door and around the house so that Poncho was between her and the man. My mother gave the release and heel command. The man was unharmed, just scared out of his wits. He went towards his car; my mother went toward the house with Poncho by her side and ever vigilant. As my mother reached the steps, she turned around and the man was again approaching the house. My mother said, "Poncho, take him!" and the dog put the man in his car head first. Good thing his window was down. That was the last time we ever saw him. Unfortunately, I missed the whole thing because I was working. I surely was proud of Poncho. She saved our bacon on several occasions. She even put my husband's half-brother in his car one night when he was being foolish! Ahhhh.... those were the good ol' days!!! I apologize for the length of this email. I just get carried away some times when the memories come rushing in! Hugs, Mary

Mary, that was a good story. We raised pigs and chickens. One time we had a sow that dad called Blondie. Even though my mother had red hair, her nickname was Blondie after Blondie from the Dagwood and Blondie cartoon strip. The pig was red, so I guess that is why dad named her Blondie after my mom. Mom did not seem to mind. Now and then Blondie would dig under the fence and get out. She would start running down the dirt road below the house with me usually chasing her. A little distance from the house the dirt road turned right and went down to a stop sign on the blacktop road. She would turn right there and go to the next intersection and turn right again. That would take her right back to the house, and she would go the short distance to the pen, dig under the fence and get back into the pen. I guess she gave both of us some good exercise. She always went the same route and always came back to the pen. None of the other pigs followed her or ever attempted to get out of the pen. Don in AZ

No, Ohio used to get some COLD weather in the 1960's when I was younger, seemingly I remember it being near 0, in January! But gee, i guess once it sets in for a few days, you need to stay inside except if you really need to go out like taking care of the animals if you have horses, cows, or others to take care of! My dad used to go out in the mornings, & change water. I remember how the pigeons used to just jump on that food, when he threw it on the floor of his coop. Cathy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Tracy" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Saturday, January 17, 2009 5:25:40 PM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] Freezing New Yorkers!!! Mary,    I hear you have another Clipper coming! It is brutal this year.   -tracy --- On Sat, 1/17/09, Mary wrote: I don't like this Alberta Clipper.I wish I could send it back to Canada!!! Hugs, Mary ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I forgot about the Jewel T man, Cathy. Thanks for reminding me. Don in AZ

Talking about delivery men brings back fond memories. After Grandpa Brandon died nobody in the family had milk cows, so mom started buying milk. The milk man would deliver the milk to the back door, and during the winter we had to be quick to bring it in the house so it didn't freeze to the porch floor. If it froze the bottom would break out of the glass bottles. The Fuller Brush Man also came around from time-to-time and mom would buy stuff from him. My parents had State Farm Insurance on the car and the house. When a payment was due the agent would come to the house to collect the money. The life insurance agent also came once a month to collect his money. When my Uncle Teddy (Theodore) died my Aunt Toots (Delphia) started selling Avon products door-to-door. She made a modest living doing that. My wife has sold Avon products for a little over 23 years, but she makes very little money at it. Mom baked all our bread, but if she didn't, the bread man would deliver bread to the house. We had a little country store about a half mile from the house. If mom needed something and dad was at work (we only had one car in those days), the owner of the store would bring it to the house and would put it on mom's bill if she didn't have the cash on hand to pay for it. The day after payday she would always go to the store or send me to pay her bill. We had an old ice box, but we did not use it for food as we had a "fridge". If we used the ice box, the ice man would bring a block of ice when we needed it. We would see his truck often go by the house. Mom used the ice box for storing her lye soap that she made every time we butchered our pigs. There are many other fond memories, but I don't want to turn this e-mail into a book. It does seem, though, that life was much simpler then, but we sure did a lot of hard work compared to today. Don in AZ

Wow that makes sense, but I wouldn't have thought of it! I still have alittle up in my cupboard, too, too little to probably use for mashed potatoes too! I might just add to what stew I already have in my frigerator at the moment! Thanks for posting Marilyn. Cathy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary Sayman" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, January 18, 2009 2:09:31 PM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] Thickening I had heard about the instant potatoes once before and forgot all about it..... Thanks for the reminder, Marilyn. Hugs, Mary -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of [email protected] Sent: Sunday, January 18, 2009 9:51 AM To: [email protected] Subject: [PD-LIFE] Thickening Someone mentioned using potato starch for thickening.? For stews and many soups instant potatoes work very well.? Cheap and always on hand because I use instant potatoes when I make white bread. Happy cooking Marilyn in Ohio ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message