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Lynn......do you know if The Good News Clubs still meet in Reading? I am trying to remember the name of the very nice woman who was in charge of the clubs in the 90's. She was a member of The First United Methodist Church in West Lawn. I used to follow the activities of The Good News Clubs...even after I moved to WA State in 1995, but then I lost track of them. They really provided a wonderful service for the kids in Berks County!! Please let me know if have the name of the current coordinator. Thanks!! Sheila in WV --------------------------------- Sick sense of humor? Visit Yahoo! TV's Comedy with an Edge to see what's on, when.

Karen says, "BTW, it cracks me up to hear non-natives try to pronounce Schuylkill for the first time. LOL we always just called it the SKOO-kul. I may be repeating myself; but, in PA-Dutch, we called it "Dair SHOOLkill Revver". The German word for river is "Fluß". In PA-Dutch, it was "revver". http://www.schuylkillriver.org/ says that Schuylkill (pronounced SKOO-kill) is Dutch for Hidden River. If that is true, we have a redundancy. We are actually calling it the Hidden River River. (The PA-Dutch word for hidden is fahshteckelt). This was one of the things I found amusing when we moved to Florida. The river at Fort Myers is called the Caloosahatchee River. Hatchee is the Indian name for river; so they are actually calling it the Caloosa River River. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL

--- Lynn wrote: > So, Tracy, and Cathy, are you telling me that you still have your > 8-track tapes? Do you still have the player, too? WOW!!!!! ***************** I do. I have 40-60 8-tracks packed away. I have an 8-track/am/fm player (my brother uses it for the fm radio). And my stereo (which I bought with babysitting money in 1983) has 8-track/cassette/turn table/am/fm. I really need to get the 8-tracks out and check to make sure they still work. Could have quite a bit of money sitting there. tracy ____________________________________________________________________________________ Choose the right car based on your needs. Check out Yahoo! Autos new Car Finder tool. http://autos.yahoo.com/carfinder/

Lynn: you have the gift! No one I know tells a story or retells happenings like you do. I so enjoy hearing your "accounts" of happenings, Listening to you tell about walking that path I can visualize it in my mind. I believe you do have Indian in your ancestry, your story telling is your passed down gift from them. Hugs Sally ----- Original Message ----- From: "Lynn Vondran" <lynnvondran@att.net> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, August 31, 2007 10:17 AM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] A Glenside Story_Adventures Along the Tully > LOL!!!!!! Sally! > Oh, we didn't let that bother us one bit. Though we did make up a > tall-tail once, that we actually started to believe ourselves, which > actually made us a little bit scared to walk that way for a while. That > is another long story. But, as far as this incident, why, the very next > day we were back to our beloved Tully, again. And, we walked that > toe-path many, many times after that. A couple years after this incident, > they built the bike trail, as it is today. Before that happened, we had > lots of privacy along this trail for two more wonderful years of > adventure. > The bike trail runs along parts of the old toe-path, but doesn't curve > this way and that way as much as the little path we kids from Glenside > blazed, or should I say, helped to keep blazed. It just seemed to have > alwayss been there. The bike trail runs from Glenside to Greenfields and > beyond for five miles one way. No, that little shack wasn't there, or at > least I couldn't find it. After they built the bike trail, it was a much > nicer walk along the Tully, a MUCH wider trail, which means they cleared > up some of the thick brush and woods, to opened it up to the public. It > was no longer OUR tiny toe-path, and no longer adventurous, because there > were way too many people who walked it after that. > After they built the bike trail, this would have been in the late 1960s?, > early 1970s?_can't remember exactly when the trail was built, on days I > wanted to play my guitar in private, do some heavy-duty studying for > business school, or just read my Bible, or another good book, I would go > to my favorite bench along the water, and sit there for hours_looking up > only a brief moment to say hi to a passer-by. It was very relaxing, and I > love to hear the water moving along, and the little animals scurrying > about, while reading. The really weird thing about it was that I was > NEVER afraid there, all by myself. Mind you, when it was a toe-path, we > would have never thought to walk it alone. > Much MORE of my Tully adventures later :o) Gotta get the wash, do some > dead-heading outside, and stretch my back, but I'll be back!! > :o) > Lynn > PS "Mind you"_now there is one for Richard Emlin Reed to give its origin > or German and PA Dutch. > > Sally wrote: > Yikes! It is 1;02AM and I just read this story! Now how am I going to go > to sleep!! That was just a tad bit scary!!!!! Great Story!!! Don't you > ever have the urge to go back and see if its still there?? > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > PADUTCH-LIFE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

--- Jim wrote: > I have read this book. It is fascinating. Can you imagine the editor > of the Oxford Dictionary upon going to meet the doctor who submitted >the words for the dictionary and finding him an inmate of the asylum >rather than a doctor there? ************************ Jim, Jim, Jim. You read us the last page! tracy ;-) ____________________________________________________________________________________ Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell. http://searchmarketing.yahoo.com/

Lynn, you are a great storyteller! Your children will be left with such a gift! I was quite young when I lived in Glenside...we were never allowed to wander down by the Tully or the Schuylkill, even though we had older friends who would adventure down there, especially to go swimming. In 1939, when she was seven years old, my mother's 5 year old brother drowned while he & a friend were playing near the Black River, across the road from their home in upstate NY. The boys were not allowed to cross the road and get close to the river, but they snuck out and did anyway. The rapids in the springtime were just too strong and fast...he was pulled out about 200 yards downstream, but could not be revived. So my mother was adament that we were NEVER to go to the Tully without an adult. My boundaries where I was allowed to wander were the Glenside side of Schuylkill Ave, The NE library branch, the Glenside elementery school property and of course, the fence at the rear of the Hensler Homes. We would stand at that fence and watch the trains at Carpenter Steel. Anywhere I went within those boundaries I need to have a friend along, I was to never wander by myself outside of our "front and back" home rows. Even when we walked to school, the kids in our block would walk together as a group. But when we visited at the farm, all those restrictions would be lifted! We could wander where we pleased, climb the trees and just run and be free. One of my favorite things was to come across a milkweed pod that was about to burst, popping it open and blowing the wisps into the breeze and imagining where the wind would take them. I remember often taking things I found at the farms (like milkweed pods, horse chesnuts, blown out guinea hen eggs) to show and tell. BTW, it cracks me up to hear non-natives try to pronounce Schuylkill for the first time. LOL we always just called it the SKOO-kul. ~Karen from Berks

So, Tracy, and Cathy, are you telling me that you still have your 8-track tapes? Do you still have the player, too? WOW!!!!! :o) Lynn

That's probably why I don't get a whole bunch, because I prune the little trees right after they finish flowering. In fact, that is my job for this afternoon :o) Would this work with the Hollyhocks? Do they come back like the Rose of Sharon, or does it totally depend on reseeding to make them come back? Lynn PS NOW, I must get busy again! Chat later!!! Mary wrote: Cutting off all the seedpods will cut way down on baby rose of sharons all over the place. They seed rather prolifically.

Now there's a thought, Sheila! That's pretty witty :o) Good one!!! :o) Lynn Sheila wrote in regard to the Oxford English Dictionary's origin: Jim.....then do we get our words from the editor or the patient? Maybe, that's why some of our words are so "crazy"!!! I want to read that book! It must be an 'istorical one.

I believe in Little House, they hung it from the rafters, because I remember a segment of the story talking about how Laura and Mary played around the food put up for the long winter months. Thanks, John & Joyce! Lynn John & Joyce wrote: my wife came off the farm, and it had a smoke house, and after curing the meat, it was left hanging in the smoke house until it was used....

Same with this story, Gary!!! WOW! I'm just going to collect all these smokin' stories, and print them out to use as a bookmark for that part of my little house books. This way, I bring in outside info on it, too, and that gets the people talking up a storm! Thanks to all who gave hints on the whatfors of smokin' meats, and out houses, or should I say out buildings? :o) Lynn Gary wrote: Rick, Some of the answer lies in how the meat was prepared. From my experience normally other things were done to the meat in addition to smoking it such as salting it first. But whatever the process, the meat was usually hung up in the smokehouse or another buidling sometines referred to as the meat house. These buildings were simply constructed and the meat was subjected to whatever the outside temperature was. When I was growing up many of the old timers would say that an "ol' Virginia" ham wasn't "fit to eat" if it wasn't at least 18 months old. As a kid I worked in a general store which sold home raised cured meat, we definitely jacked up the the price if we knew it was more than 18 months old.

Thanks, Sheila!!! I will share this with the residents at storytime tomorrow morning!! We talk about this kind of thing all the time, while I read Little House to them. :o) Lynn Sheila wrote: P.S. To Rick about the Smoke House....the smokin' is done like those famous VA hams. When we lived on our farm, my dad would take the meat, rub it down with lots of salt, and then wrap it in cheesecloth......let it hang where the air could "cure" it, and then when it was ready, took the cheesecloth off, and scraped the green "mold" off it which was a natural thing....and then we had great tasting smoked meat!!

LOL!!!!!! Sally! Oh, we didn't let that bother us one bit. Though we did make up a tall-tail once, that we actually started to believe ourselves, which actually made us a little bit scared to walk that way for a while. That is another long story. But, as far as this incident, why, the very next day we were back to our beloved Tully, again. And, we walked that toe-path many, many times after that. A couple years after this incident, they built the bike trail, as it is today. Before that happened, we had lots of privacy along this trail for two more wonderful years of adventure. The bike trail runs along parts of the old toe-path, but doesn't curve this way and that way as much as the little path we kids from Glenside blazed, or should I say, helped to keep blazed. It just seemed to have alwayss been there. The bike trail runs from Glenside to Greenfields and beyond for five miles one way. No, that little shack wasn't there, or at least I couldn't find it. After they built the bike trail, it was a much nicer walk along the Tully, a MUCH wider trail, which means they cleared up some of the thick brush and woods, to opened it up to the public. It was no longer OUR tiny toe-path, and no longer adventurous, because there were way too many people who walked it after that. After they built the bike trail, this would have been in the late 1960s?, early 1970s?_can't remember exactly when the trail was built, on days I wanted to play my guitar in private, do some heavy-duty studying for business school, or just read my Bible, or another good book, I would go to my favorite bench along the water, and sit there for hours_looking up only a brief moment to say hi to a passer-by. It was very relaxing, and I love to hear the water moving along, and the little animals scurrying about, while reading. The really weird thing about it was that I was NEVER afraid there, all by myself. Mind you, when it was a toe-path, we would have never thought to walk it alone. Much MORE of my Tully adventures later :o) Gotta get the wash, do some dead-heading outside, and stretch my back, but I'll be back!! :o) Lynn PS "Mind you"_now there is one for Richard Emlin Reed to give its origin or German and PA Dutch. Sally wrote: Yikes! It is 1;02AM and I just read this story! Now how am I going to go to sleep!! That was just a tad bit scary!!!!! Great Story!!! Don't you ever have the urge to go back and see if its still there??

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When I was growing up many of the old timers would say that an "ol' Virginia" ham wasn't "fit to eat" if it wasn't at least 18 months old. As a kid I worked in a general store which sold home raised cured meat, we definitely jacked up the the price if we knew it was more than 18 months old. Gary Richmond, VA -------------------- My father is 81 and he remembers his mother scraping the mold off the bacon before frying. My mother's parents and grandparents had over 100 acres of woods with a sawmill so they smoked their meats with hickory. Sometimes they used Apple Wood. I think that's what they said. Rick B

Rick, Some of the answer lies in how the meat was prepared. From my experience normally other things were done to the meat in addition to smoking it such as salting it first. But whatever the process, the meat was usually hung up in the smokehouse or another buidling sometines referred to as the meat house. These buildings were simply constructed and the meat was subjected to whatever the outside temperature was. When I was growing up many of the old timers would say that an "ol' Virginia" ham wasn't "fit to eat" if it wasn't at least 18 months old. As a kid I worked in a general store which sold home raised cured meat, we definitely jacked up the the price if we knew it was more than 18 months old. Gary Richmond, VA -----Original Message----- From: padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com]On Behalf Of Richard Berkheiser Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2007 7:07 PM To: PADUTCH-LIFE@rootsweb.com Subject: [PD-LIFE] Smoke Houses Hi everyone! I have an interesting question for all of you to ponder. My parents and I were discussing smoke houses at the supper table a little while ago, and I had asked my mother if she remembered how long meat would keep in there? My father's parents always used to hang the meat in the stairwell to the basement wrapped in what he thought was cheesecloth. My mother's parents and grandparents were from the farm and they had an actual smoke house near the barn. Any thoughts on this? Rick B ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to PADUTCH-LIFE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Flinch is a great game for young children who are just learning their numbers... All my mother's grandchildren and great grandchildren love it (even to this day!!), as they learned it from her and Daddy when they were little ones! She was a teacher and even though you couldn't continue teaching after you were married 'in those days' she certainly influenced a lot of children!! She passed away last Feb, at 107!! I'm back from the trip to Ukraine and Czech Republic... will write a bit more about it soon... (Two months of catching up to do!!) Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Judy Brannon" <stampingal@earthlink.net> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2007 10:53 PM Subject: [PD-LIFE] Skip-BO! and Flinch > Skip Bo is the modern version of Flinch. My grandparents used to play > Flinch in the early 1930s. I found a remake of the game online. It is > fun > to play, and goes quick. > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > PADUTCH-LIFE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Yikes! It is 1;02AM and I just read this story! Now how am I going to go to sleep!! That was just a tad bit scary!!!!! Great Story!!! Don't you ever have the urge to go back and see if its still there?? ----- Original Message ----- From: "sherry kramer" <bigbandnana@yahoo.com> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, August 31, 2007 12:30 AM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] A Glenside Story_Adventures Along the Tully > Great story Lynn > Loved reading it > sherry > > Lynn Vondran <lynnvondran@att.net> wrote: > Hi Gang, > > I thought I would post that story again about my ventures along the Tully, > in Glenside, for all the new Berks County folks on the list. This is part > of my over 600 page book I'm writing for my daughter to enjoy when I am no > longer here to tell the stories of my life. This was something I had > wished Mom would have done for me. > > Enjoy :o) > > Lynn > > > > THE OLD SHACK ALONG THE TULPEHOCKEN CREEK/UNION CANAL > > > > A childhood friend, and I had a situation of innocent breaking and > entering. We, almost daily, would walk along the Tully, in Glenside > leading to Greenfields and the Reading Airport, near Reading, Berks > County, Pennsylvania. This was before the bike trail was blazed, when it > was an old, I imagine, "Indian" toe-path. A little ways along the path, we > had to climb over a HUGE pile of rocks, that formed a wall that wasn't > quite as tall as we were. There were said to be all sorts of snakes and > other varmints living in and under these rocks. We were brave kids_or > maybe just dumb > > > > Along the way, we saw a very old, run-down shanty/hut? There were weeds > and all sorts of things growing up around it (I especially remember the > itch-weed, which was very abundant along the narrow path), yet there was > still a slightly visible pathway, to this shanty/hut. We approached the > rundown shack, and looked in the windows. It definitely looked like an > abandoned, back-hills kind of place.really hillbilly looking; and it sat > alone in those woods_no other buildings were near the place. We were > certain that no one could presently be living there, and hadn't been for a > long, long time, though the old table and chairs, in the kitchen, looked > as though they were used recently, by their placement. > > > > My friend and I talked it over, and being use to seeing old dilapidated > structures along the Tully, which were all VERY obviously unoccupied, > decided to enter the shanty/hut by the door to the big room, which > actually was the only door to the place, as far as we could see. This room > was a combined kitchen/eating area/living room. Looking around the place > gave us the creeps, at 12 years old, and a feeling that we really > SHOULDN'T have ventured in, but that didn't stop us. I really had this > weird feeling that, just MAYbe, someone still lived there; but, we > convinced one another that, NO, no one lived like that, anymore, around > those parts, so we kept up our adventure. > > > > We found very old, farming/rustic looking stuff...old boots, buckets, > harnesses, tin cups, and something that I know went around a horse's neck > for when it pulled something very heavy...not a yoke, maybe a special type > of harness? It was a somewhat heavy, oval. leather thing. We found, OLD > lanterns hanging from a wooden beam in the center of the all-in-one > sitting room/kitchen. In short, it was a whole lot of old, rusty, dusty > stuff, which looked as though it hadn't been touched for a VERY long time, > seeing all the heavy cobwebs all over them. These heavy cobwebs were > another hint to us that no one lived there, or even used the place. So we > felt safe, and didn't feel anything wrong about our adventure. > > > The shack had no second floor, or even a loft...but, it did have one other > room. When we were headed for the other room, we came across a door in the > floor. Opening it, we found a ladder (steps?) leading down to a very dingy > cellar; the ladder definitely being one made by hand. The only light that > we had was the daylight, which was peeking through from the cellar door > being lifted. We ventured down the ladder/steps, and halfway down, we > could somewhat see more of the same kind of stuff hanging around, and > there were also wooden bins almost completely lining the base of the > walls. The walls and floor were just dirt. We had second thoughts about > completing our descent, because we knew, from finding snakes in the pile > of rocks along the trail, that they liked dark, damp places. Just as we > decided not to go down any farther, much to our horror, we had no choice > which way to go!!!! Whoever was using the place came home. We scrambled > the rest of the way down, almost falli! > ng over one another. We made it to a cobwebbed corner, and huddled there. > We could hear them walking overhead; and we could hear them talking. It > was a man and a woman. > > > Then it happened, total darkness...right before which, the man said, "Oh, > we left the cellar door open. I'll close it." My thoughts were the fear of > the dark, and the unknown; and, yet, for some reason, this made us feel > safe. We whispered to one another of how much trouble we would be in if > someone found we had entered their "house", and we started immediately to > plan our escape...the only problem was when. How long were we going to > have to stay down there!!! We knew the ONLY way to get out was the way we > got into the shack !! We were so glad that it was very early in the > morning, because we definitely didn't want to be walking the trail home in > the dark. It was VERY spooky along the trail even in the full light of > day. We figured, with it just being early morning, it would give these > people time to leave for a while, because there was absolutely NOTHING > there that they could do, and they had to eat. But, what if they brought > food back with them? Plus, we didn't kn! > ow what was in that other room, it could have been kept nicely, for all we > knew. Well, we were thankful anyway, because we had a lot of time before > nightfall, to get out of there. > > > We heard the scrapping of the chairs at the kitchen table, and clattering > of things...running of water...sort of an old pump sound...at least it > sounded like the old water-pump at my friend's grandmother's house, which > was also along the Tully, but about a mile and a half down stream, next to > the old paper mill, where her dad worked, right at the point where the > Tully meets the Schuylkill River. We don't know how long we were down > there, but it sure did feel like forever!!!!! > > > > We sat there for quite a while, until it sounded as though they left. We > had no light, and were really hoping to find the ladder again. It was > exciting, scary, and funny at the same time; but we had to control our > emotions, and be VERY quiet. We made sure we kept hold of one another, as > we crawled across the floor. Remember, there was absolutely no light!! It > was pitch black down there. We found the ladder, and when we got to the > top of it, we slowly opened the overhead trap-door eveeeer..soooo..slowly > and slightly, and peeked around. No one was there, THANK GOD, but it > looked as though, whoever was there was coming back, and soon, because > they left the door to the shack hanging open. > > > We quickly got out of that cellar, and without shutting the cellar door, > we ran out of the place and up the path. We didn't look around us nor did > we look back, but ran straight to the trail. When we got there, we gave > the biggest sighs of relief, and headed home, talking about our adventure > all the way, and tearfully, very nervously laughing about it. We never > told my mom, and my friend never told her family, what we did...at least I > don't think she told hers. It definitely was a day of adventure I will > never forget. > > > > > Thinking back on it, I bet those people wondered how that cellar door > opened up again_they are probably still telling ghost stories about it, to > this day LOL !!!!! > > > > Did it stop our Tom-boyish ways? NOPE, not a chance. We had many weird > things happen in a day's time, and many of them had to do with our > favorite place...the Tully.aka Tulpehocken Creek.along which ran a part of > the old, well-known Union Canal. > > Lynn Arlene (Andrich) Vondran > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > PADUTCH-LIFE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > --------------------------------- > Choose the right car based on your needs. Check out Yahoo! 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Yes, I decided to say what I did have. Yes, I do have"Can't fight this feeling" on my CD. I just have one, The Ballads > [Original Message] > From: Tracy <better_than_good@yahoo.com> > To: PADUTCH-LIFE <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> > Date: 8/29/2007 3:25:24 PM > Subject: [PD-LIFE] REO Speedwagon/Speedway > > Hi Lynn, > > REO Speedwagon sang "I can't fight this feelin", and info can be found > at www.speedwagon.com. I thought I had the album but can't find so it > must be 8-track and they are packed away. > > I looked for Rockford, IN and found two. One is Wells Co. and is south > of Ft. Wayne on I-69 and the other is in Jackson Co. and south of > Indianapolis on I-65. REO Speedway is referred to as a Kart Track. > > You would not believe how many people say REO SpeedWAY when they are > talking about the band, SpeedWAGON. > > I thought I had vaguely remembered REO Speedway being announced on the > radio from when I lived in Highland, IN, but they are so far apart I > must have been thinking of something else. That was 30 yrs ago too. > > tracy > > > > ____________________________________________________________________________ ________Ready for the edge of your seat? > Check out tonight's top picks on Yahoo! TV. > http://tv.yahoo.com/ > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to PADUTCH-LIFE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.484 / Virus Database: 269.12.10/977 - Release Date: 8/28/2007 4:29 PM