Wer Ich? Nein, Ich lasse die Katze nicht aus dem Sack. Wer Ich? Nay, Ich luss dee kotz net aus dem sock. Who me? No, I won't let the cat out of the bag. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ----- Original Message ----- From: "Russ and Sally" <scott1@embarqmail.com> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 2:28 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] Porter vs. Port Wine > Ah now I know. I wonder if my grandma had anemia too! I just love this > list I am learning so oo ooo much. I write to a man in Bavaria and I send > him a new word from Richard every once in a while. He just thinks I am > smart. Hope Richard doesn't tell!!! Hugs

Oh goodness!!! I remember that now that you mentioned it. Mom and I watched that show faithfully!!! What a riot! Oh, if you like the show Perfect Strangers, please go to the site where you vote for what people want on DVD. I have been waiting for them to come out with this series on DVD for a long time, and can't wait until they get enough requests for it. I think you just check it off, or something like that. I don't really know, because Mike did it for me, when he was ordering his next season of Hogan's Heroes. Thanks! Lynn ----- Original Message ----- From: marysaerie To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 3:33 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath I distinctly remember a Mork and Mindy episode where Mork exclaimed that he was waiting "..... with worms on tongue...." which threw Mindy for a loop. When questioned about what he meant, Mork said, "....... what you Earthlings call waiting with baited breath....". That has stuck with me all of these years..... Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: Ron Vuxta To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 3:24 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath Richard, I also believe there are some who either wittingly or unwittingly have added to the mis-spelling by paraphrasing the saying to "with bait for breath" which describes some people we all know. Ron Vuxta Fallon, Nevada -----Original Message----- From: padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Richard Emlin Reed Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:08 AM To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Subject: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ------------------------------- 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 ------------------------------- 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 ------------------------------- 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

Yes, my puppygirl, Lexus, at times !!! PHewee!!! LOL!!!! Love the play on words!!! Thanks, guys! Lynn ----- Original Message ----- From: Ron Vuxta To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 3:24 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath Richard, I also believe there are some who either wittingly or unwittingly have added to the mis-spelling by paraphrasing the saying to "with bait for breath" which describes some people we all know. Ron Vuxta Fallon, Nevada -----Original Message----- From: padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Richard Emlin Reed Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:08 AM To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Subject: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ------------------------------- 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 ------------------------------- 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

I distinctly remember a Mork and Mindy episode where Mork exclaimed that he was waiting "..... with worms on tongue...." which threw Mindy for a loop. When questioned about what he meant, Mork said, "....... what you Earthlings call waiting with baited breath....". That has stuck with me all of these years..... Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: Ron Vuxta To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 3:24 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath Richard, I also believe there are some who either wittingly or unwittingly have added to the mis-spelling by paraphrasing the saying to "with bait for breath" which describes some people we all know. Ron Vuxta Fallon, Nevada -----Original Message----- From: padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Richard Emlin Reed Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:08 AM To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Subject: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ------------------------------- 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 ------------------------------- 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

I remember the round ,sliced bread.I believe it was called Viennese. Loved it as well. Jerilyn

Jane, What a wonderful site! You kitties,flowers,and business are lovely,Thanks for sharing,it is already in my "Favorites" Jerilyn

Karen and All, I remember Mrs. Pfeiffer, but I didn't attend Kindergarten at Glenside. My school for Kindergarten was Elm & Moss. That school burned down the year we moved to Glenside. Mom had to assure me that all my former classmates weren't in the school when it happened. I was so sad. I did attend Glenside from 1959 thru 1965. I had Mrs. Webber for first grade (did they still teach reading through the ARA cards_I think I have the correct initials there)? Mrs. Webber probalby retired before you started school. I had Mrs. Campbell for 2nd, she was my favorite!!!; Mrs. "B", can't remember her name for third, though it might have been Bixler, but I thought also, her name could have been Badorf, or was there a Miss Vath? (though these two could have been teachers from North West Jr. High), don't know why I can't remember my 3rd grade teacher's name, that's where we learned the multiplication table, and I can almost see the poster on the door of the closet in her classroom. I had Miss Quattrock for 4th grade, she got married the year after we had her; Mrs. Caferelli (sp?) for 5th grade, she always wanted me to do the decorating for any parties we had; Mrs. Shank/Shenk for 6th grade, I was either in her class or Mrs. Cafereli's class when President JFK was shot, as I remember looking at the sound speaker in total disbelief; we were dismissed to go home, and not a kid was outside playing; we were all plastered to our TV sets. For living in the housing project, that was unbelievable not to have one person on the streets. I remember those air raid drills!!!! Did you ever have to go to that room with the lockers in it? I still have nightmares about that room :o) Remember the sound of that air raid siren that was, I believe, on top of our school? I'm a bit vague on that, or was that at the Reading Airport? I remember seeing the search lights going round and round in the nighttime sky. Weren't they at the school, also? I don't see any now-a-days. You might have been very little when the Shimaleski girl was murdered on the playground, at the school. She was raped, tortured, and then tied to the lounge chair, and thrown into the Schuylkill River. I was so scared after that to go to the playground at the school. I know we have the article here, somewhere, unless it was in the stuff Mom threw away when she had her brain cancer. It was a very eerie feeling for us after that. I remember Mom warning me to come RIGHT home from school, with NO playing around at the Glenside schoolyard, or playground. I LOVED that big field next to the school, where we played baseball at two different diamonds, actually three, if you counted the one right NEXT to the school. The bank next to the school was where we could drive whiffle golf balls, and they NEVER reached Rt. 61, though I did hit one over the fence, and stopped right before the by-pass. I spoke of this not too long ago, too, that we could stop at the old shoemaker's shop, just across Schuylkill Avenue, from the edge of the field at the school, and he would let us rummage through his leather trash out back, to find the most PERfect hop-scotch heels in the whole WORLD!!!! We could take our bikes to Pete's Hardware and he would help us figure out what we needed, and then take them to his gas station right next door and pump up our tires, and at that time the air was FREE!!!! There were also the Consoli Brothers, and their workers, at A.T. Consoli, down toward the Tulley Creek, who would fix our bikes, if something went wrong on our travels around Glenside, and boy did we travel around, on foot most of the time, but many a time on our bikes. Some of the adults believed we walked over 10 miles a day, easily, just talking away, and meeting friends along the way who would join me and my friends, Peggie and Dory. On the way down the side of Schuylkill Avenue, where the shoemaker was, just across the bridge that went over Rt. 61 (or Warren Street By-Pass which it was called back then), we would stop at our favorite candy/drug store called Caddy's_that's the one I believe you were talking about, with the penny candy, and old-fashioned soda bin, where you slid the door open from the top and pulled out your soda, opening it on the side of the bin_I still say soda tasted better coming from those glass bottles!!! That's where we got our first ever Dr. Pepper!!! I remember being very disappointed when Mr. Caddy (which is what we called the owner) stopped selling Dr. Pepper because he said they pulled it from all shelves due to it actually having ingredients in it that were in medicine, causing addiction to it. WOW, that's going back a bit. He had a Pharmacy in that little store, also. That's where we got the "Stop-A-Cold" pills, and if you caught the cold early enough they did work!!! I have a question. You said you crossed the street to go there? Did you live in the housing project, also? Maybe along Schuylkill Avenue, at Avenue A? WE lived at 621 Avenue B, right across from the Boiler House, where the maintenance men worked out of, and right across from the big parking lot, that led to the railroad tracks. Carpenter Steel was visible from our front porch. Getting back to the school. Did they still have such GREAT "Music Day" programs when you went there? I remember practicing so much for the big day. The one music day, all the girls in my class were wearing Pinafores. I really didn't think Mom could afford one for me, but one of the women she worked with made the most beautiful Pinafore I ever saw. At least I thought it was :o) I have a picture of me in it, right before going to Music Day. Glenside was where I learned the song "Let There Be Peace on Earth". Remember singing to the old Auto-harp, and then being able to have a turn at playing it? I wanted one so badly when I grew up, but all I could find was an OmniChord, which plays very prettily, but I miss the Auto-harp. I mentioned it before on the list, and someone sent me a site to go to for ordering one, but Mike is going to actually get me a harp someday, when things slow down with the house. Hmm, Mrs. Monk might have been there when I was there. She may have been the other 1st grade teacher at that time, and quite new, if I'm remembering correctly. When I was in 6th grade, they brought the kids from Lauer's Park, and Thomas Ford Elementary schools over, because they had too many kids, and we had two extra rooms near the principal's office. So they were bussed every day to Glenside. The school dentist I believe was located in one of those two schools, can't remember exactly which one, but believe it was Thomas Ford. For getting our eyes checked, I memorized that reading chart, too!!!! I never needed glasses until a few years ago, and they were for reading only, but I got them so I can wear them all the time. I was cutting the tip of my nose too much, during storytime I have for the residents of the local nursing home, here in Columbia. I remember the block parties, in the Glenside School yard. I had one of the little kids from Avenue A follow me, asking me to protect him from someone. He followed me all the way to the block party, and I hid him under the White Elephant stand. Poor kid was terrified. He might have been in your class. His name was George Arms, and yes, he was the one hired to scare Steve Warunek because Steve was dating Richard Cohen's girlfriend, and Richard paid to have him shot near, but George shot him to death at Bernhart's Dam? He is buried at Forrest Hills Cemetery just down from where my mom is buried. Hah, maybe I played box hockey and roof ball with you at the playground, though I really belonged to the playground in the Glenside Housing Project. But I did play box hockey a lot, during recess. You may know of the one I'm referring to, called North Court Playground, right outside the back of the Housing Authority Building, there on Schuylkill Avenue. And you spoke of the Northwest Branch Library!!! We spent so many afternoons there, it was like a second home to us. We probably walked the Schuylkill Avenue bridge more than once a day, after we started going to North West Jr. High. I rmeember the time we tried to go there on our roller skates. If you held onto the bushes along Mary Mount's grounds, you were okay getting down that hill, but I missed the bush and went skiing all the way down!!!!!!! When I reach the bottom, I jumped becasue I didn't want my skates to catch the curb. I went flying across that little macademed area, almost all the way to the beginning of the sidewalk to the bridge. My girl friends were laughing so hard they had to take their skates off and walk down, though one may have kept trying to skate down carefully. They were so glad to see that I was okay; only a few brush burns on the knees. They put their skates back on and we made our way across the bridge to the Library, where it was kinda hard to keep from laughing at what had just happened, but we did, because we definitely would have been kicked out of the library, and didn't want that. I can still picture May Day celebrations. On year Mom saved up and got me a really pretty dress, made of lace layers. I was running late for school, and ran across the bridge over the Warren Street By-Pass. Remember, it had a chainlink fense going across it? Well, the edge of the bottom piece of lace caught the fence, and the rest of the dress was history, as it tore about 3 of the layers off. I was so sad. One of the teachers sewed it back together for me, as best she could, because it was MAY DAY!!!!!!! Remember those great recesses we had out in the school yard. We loved to go up there after school, and on weekends, to use the hop scotch areas, but after the Shimaleski girl was murdered, I wasn't allowed, not that I didn't stop for a couple minutes right after school at times, to play. I'm just glad time didn't get away from me :o) We would also just sit on the Monkey Bars, or swing from those swings that went out over the bank, and then jump off, and see if we could make it past the bottom of the bank. Remember the Easter Egg hunts, where they dropped the ping-pong balls out of the helicopter every Easter season, and you could go to Boscov's and trade the ones with special marks on them in for some kind of toy? That brought out the crowds, didn't it!!!! You spoke of Brownies at Christ Lutheran Church at Lehigh and Luzerne Streets. That was my childhood church, and where my mom was still a member up to 20 years ago, when she passed away. I went all through Girl Scouts there. In fact, my friend, who came this past Saturday, was a Girl Scout with me. Big John's was first Cassel's Food Store, then Cioti's, then Big John's, and Big John also had his Ice Cream shop a few doors down from the grocery store, in one of the houses on Schuylkill Avenue. That was after Mr. Caddy closed his store_which was a very sad day for us all :o( There was also Cambria's Sandwich shop, along Lehigh Street, and Lambi's next to the railroad bridge going toward Reading from Glenside. And, then the historic Showboat, which was just recently torn down. And, the drugstore called Chapman's. I loved that store, too. That was on Schuylkill Avenue, where Avenue B, on which I lived, met it. Well, better stop typing, and get this off to the list. Hope this brought back even more memories of good old Glenside!!! for anyone who grew up there!!!! :o) Lynn

Tracy wrote, "I ended up giving them to my parents, who roasted them". I "LOL". We bought two fluffy yellow chicks for our boys one Easter. We named them Joseph and Henry. As they grew older and larger; it became obvious that the chicken sexer had made a mistake. Henry was no rooster; he was a hen. Well, what could we do? Sex change operations weren't in vogue at the time; our only course was to change names. Henry became Henrietta. We gave them the run of the back yard and kept them in our shed overnight. Our neighbor kept a pig; and the pig attracted rats; and, one night, a rat bit Henrietta. After that, Joseph's attitude toward Henrietta changed completely. He kept attacking her; concentrating on her injured leg; precluding it from healing. It finally became too painful to watch and we reluctantly decided on a euthanasiastic end for Henrietta and an accelerated termination of life for Joseph. However, Betty and I didn't have the stomach for it so we gave the chickens to Betty's grandparents. After the traumatic event, Betty's grandmother told us, "Ei, sell warra dee beshta hinkel as mir in a langie tzeit gessa h'en". Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ps Oh yes, I almost forgot; Betty's grandmother said, "Oh, those were the best chickens we've eaten in a long time". ----- Original Message ----- From: "Tracy" <better_than_good@yahoo.com> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 12:21 PM Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] Venison or Deer Meat/chicken > > --- Ron wrote: > >> Tracy, >> >> I have often thought that if people had to kill the chicken, scald >> and pluck the feathers and remove the entrails, not only would 'The >>Colonel' be out of business, but there's be a whole lot more >>vegetarians in the world. > **************************** > > Ron, > > How right you are!! > > My husband brought chickens home one time and said I wouldn't have to > see them. (They were out walking in the yard for about 3 days!) He was > going to take care of the whole operation. Well, I got stuck making the > hot water and carrying it to him, and had to see the poor chickens > getting ready for their "hot bath". He plucked and cleaned and we froze > the chickens but we never ate them. I ended up giving them to my > parents, who roasted them. > > I even hate to think there is a deer, squirrel, raccoon, chicken or > whatever it may be at the time, in my freezer. And I really hate to be > searching for dinner and come across one of the carcasses! > > tracy > > > > ____________________________________________________________________________________ > Looking for a deal? Find great prices on flights and hotels with Yahoo! > FareChase. > http://farechase.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

Ah now I know. I wonder if my grandma had anemia too! I just love this list I am learning so oo ooo much. I write to a man in Bavaria and I send him a new word from Richard every once in a while. He just thinks I am smart. Hope Richard doesn't tell!!! Hugs ----- Original Message ----- From: "Lynn Vondran" <lynnvondran@att.net> To: <padutch-life@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 10:11 AM Subject: [PD-LIFE] Porter vs. Port Wine > Hi Sally, > Well, Porter is actually related to the beer family. It is a VERY dark, > DARK beer. We only had it with supper. > Mom use to drink Port wine for her Anemia (sp?). Her doctor had her on an > 8oz. glass a day routine. I didn't agree with it, but if it was going to > build up her blood, well, what could I say_right? :o) > But we still have lots of similarities :o) LOL!!!! > :o) > Lynn > > Sally wrote:Good Lord Lynn was Porter the same as Port Wine? My > grandparents let me > have a tiny glass of Gallo port wine on occasions too. We have lots of > similarities. > > ------------------------------- > 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 >

We have a local ISP and the website space is free, at least so far. If I get too many pictures, I think it will cost me about $9 a month extra. My younger daughter taught me to write code, so I do the site myself, otherwise that might get expensive. Jane Glad you like the kitties. Not all are current. They are pictures from the last 20 years or so, so some have died. We take in strays, so always have more than we need, but we love them all and wouldn't part with any of them. Don't get me started on those people who think that if they drop their pets off in the country they will either be able to survive on their own or someone will take them in. Our kitties are lucky, most are not so. We have a 3 legged one, a blind one (damage from an attack) and several others with injuries they got while on their own. Lynn Vondran <lynnvondran@att.net> wrote: WOW!!!!! Jane!!! You surely do have a lot of kitties!!!!!!!!! And, those pups are so cute too!!!!! Thanks for sharing your website! :o) Lynn PS Do you pay for something like that? Jane gave her website: http://www.hootowlhollow.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 --------------------------------- Choose the right car based on your needs. Check out Yahoo! Autos new Car Finder tool.

I agree whole-heartedly with both of you!!!! Oh, I'm so GLAD that my husband feels the same way I do about all of this!!! He doesn't hunt, and I am a happy wife :o) He eats very little meat, and I hardly eat any. I make the meat whenever he runs out of whatever I make, and he isn't fussy at all. He eats it until it's finished, then I make him something else. He loves my cooking, and never complains, except if he gets hold of one of my HOT, HOT dishes that I made for me :o) Then he just hoops and jumps around like a wild Indian :O) Well, NOT always, but has for some of the hot, hot stuff I had in the fridge :o) PS. Oh, and the pizza recipe I just gave to the list. For all of you who are in the V&S Sandwich Shop area, the one on Lancaster Avenue in Shillington, well, if you make the recipe I gave you in the baking dish, and instead of using the Longhorn cheese, you slice Mozzarella Cheese, thickly covering the top, filling in the spaces with hand sliced mild orange Cheddar cheese, with bit extra sauce on the dough, and lots of the fresh hand microplaned Parmesan on the sauce, before you put the Mozzarella on, it tastes just like their thick (Sicilian?) Pizza that you can buy slices of there from under that heat lamp on the counter. Well, at least that is where it was when Lindsey and I would stop there on the way home from my mom's. Boy!!! One piece of that pizza would be enough for BOTH of us, with a bit of vegetables on the side, and their Cheese Steaks were very good, after Big John's stopped doing subs. And, NOTHING beat Screpsi's Sandwich Shop for their Italian and Ham sandwiches, in those days. Well, maybe Big John's, in Glenside's California Cheese Steak sandwiches, or their California Burger Subs_well, all of Big John's subs were fantastic. But, if you liked V & S's thick pizza, you will love that recipe, USING THE PYREX BAKING DISHES. I'm so glad I thought of that when the teens were here the Sunday before last. :o) Lynn PS I have to stop for a while. Brother-in-law is coming soon to use my computer. Just stopped to download my emails before he gets here. Tracy wrote: Ron, How right you are!! My husband brought chickens home one time and said I wouldn't have to see them. (They were out walking in the yard for about 3 days!) He was going to take care of the whole operation. Well, I got stuck making the hot water and carrying it to him, and had to see the poor chickens getting ready for their "hot bath". He plucked and cleaned and we froze the chickens but we never ate them. I ended up giving them to my parents, who roasted them. I even hate to think there is a deer, squirrel, raccoon, chicken or whatever it may be at the time, in my freezer. And I really hate to be searching for dinner and come across one of the carcasses! --- Ron wrote: > Tracy, > I have often thought that if people had to kill the chicken, scald > and pluck the feathers and remove the entrails, not only would 'The >Colonel' be out of business, but there's be a whole lot more >vegetarians in the world. ****************************

Richard, I am still in awe of you.? Connie -----Original Message----- From: Richard Emlin Reed <remlinr@tampabay.rr.com> To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Sent: Tue, 14 Aug 2007 11:08 am Subject: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ------------------------------- 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 ________________________________________________________________________ AOL now offers free email to everyone. Find out more about what's free from AOL at AOL.com.

Richard, I also believe there are some who either wittingly or unwittingly have added to the mis-spelling by paraphrasing the saying to "with bait for breath" which describes some people we all know. Ron Vuxta Fallon, Nevada -----Original Message----- From: padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:padutch-life-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Richard Emlin Reed Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:08 AM To: padutch-life@rootsweb.com Subject: [PD-LIFE] With Baited and Bated Breath We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL ------------------------------- 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

Oh my goodness!!! Richard, that poem is SOOOO horribly funny!!!! LOL! And, I wanted to thank you for all these lessons you are posting!!! I collect them all in one email, and eventually will save as a word document!!! I love reading these, and one day, maybe it will all sink in and I will be able to actually use more of them. Ever since you told us about the whirlwind, storm, as Wirbelwind, or Wirbelstrum, I've been using that, because I'm always going around here like a whirlwind, as Mike puts it. I correct him and tell him the proper way to say it :O) LOL!!!!! :o) Lynn PS I hope I have them correct!!!! when I say them to him :o) Richard Emlin Reed wrote: We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death.

It was packaged in the same packaging as Sunbeam's regular bread, and it was just called Round Thin Sliced Bread, from Mayer's bakery. It was sold right where the regular white bread was in the stores. Are we talking about the same thing? The crust was different than regular breads...kids actually started eating the crusts :o) I always ate mine because Mom told me it would give me curly hair. My cousin wouldn't eat hers, because she said her hair was way too curly already :o) LOL!!!!! :o) Lynn Jerilyn wrote: I remember the round ,sliced bread.I believe it was called Viennese. Loved it as well.

Oh, I forget that we have new people, because they've already become so much a part of our daily conversation!!! Apryl Anderson was a list member, but I believe had to unsub because of a very busy schedule. Sorry for coming in from outer space ;o) Lynn Lynn wrote: Subject: [PD-LIFE] Pizza Hi Barb, I make my own pizza dough, also. I adapted from Apryl Anderson's recipe she gave for Italian Focaccia, and some ideas from magazines, and my own idea of adding Milled Flax Seed to the dough. It gets very, very good, and you can make it wheat or white. The note is to my daughter. And, remember, the measurements are not absolutes. They are maybe less, maybe more at times, because I don't measure when cooking. It really doesn't matter with this one, because less or more tastes good. With the yeast, it is exact, and with the water it is exact, though. :o) Lynn

We have quite a few words and expressions which are mis-spelled so often that the incorrect version becomes the accepted one. One such is "with baited breath". We are all familiar with the word "abate" which means to reduce in amount or intensity, to moderate. "Bate" is a contraction of "abate" through a process called aphesis, loss of the unstressed first vowel; but it has the same meaning. Abated, or bated, breath occurs when one holds one's breath as a result of being startled, anxious, or frightened; as in "You took my breath away", meaning "you frightened me". The expression has come to mean a state of anticipation. Instead of being short of breath unexpectedly, one anticipates the condition. And, to compound the error, those unfamiliar with "bate" but familiar with "bait" have also changed the spelling. In reality, nobody who uses the idiom is short of breath. It is simply an expression used to stress one's emotions. Instead of just saying, "I await your arrival"; we add "with bated breath" to indicate that we are really anxious to see you. For an example of the correct use of "with baited breath" we must read Geoffrey Taylor's verse in his poem Cruel Clever Cat: Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. Richard Emlin Reed Wesley Chapel, FL

Hi Barb, I found the post with your recipe in it. Thanks for the new recipe for Ginger Snaps. I noticed it isn't exactly the same as mine; and I just called mine a Ginger Cookie_maybe it's a snap, who knows the difference :o) So, after I try mine, I will try yours. Mike LOVES Ginger Snaps, and I'm sure it will be a lot cheaper to make my own, than the ones I buy everytime I go to the store :o) They are delicious, mind you, but I think they can be homemade at a much lower cost. :o) Lynn

Hi Barb, I make my own pizza dough, also. I adapted from Apryl Anderson's recipe she gave for Italian Focaccia, and some ideas from magazines, and my own idea of adding Milled Flax Seed to the dough. It gets very, very good, and you can make it wheat or white. The note is to my daughter. And, remember, the measurements are not absolutes. They are maybe less, maybe more at times, because I don't measure when cooking. It really doesn't matter with this one, because less or more tastes good. With the yeast, it is exact, and with the water it is exact, though. :o) Lynn >From THE MANUAL: PIZZA DOUGH (Lindsey, This is what I use instead of the Focaccia. I changed it in the fall of 2006. Did you taste it, in the pizzas you took home? Oh, that's right! You weren't going straight home, so you couldn't have!!! Well, you're in for a treat! I now, sometimes, use CO-JACK Longhorn Cheese sliced for on the top, and sprinkle a little bit of Mozarella on it. Directly on the spread out dough, I shred, with my Microplane, some fresh Parmesan!!! I also changed the sauce. I now use Don Pepino's Pizza OR his spaghetti sauce. WOW! Is that good! My method changed also. Loveya! Mom) *In a large bowl place: 1/2 cup flour (or wheat flour) *Make a little well in the flour, and sprinkle: 1 pkt. active dry yeast (Make sure to check the expiration date.) ½ tsp. sugar ½ to 1 tsp. salt 1 tsp. Milled Flax Seed 1 cup lukewarm water (microwave cup of water 1 minute on high_it gets perfect everytime) *Stir it up like crazy until it is well mixed. Add: 3 T Canola Oil (or the olive oil) *Stir like crazy again. *Add: 2 cups more flour *Stir it into a dough ball, and pour out onto a floured, flat surface. *Knead, adding only a little bit more flour at a time, until it doesn't stick (icky-like) to your hands, and bounces back into shape, when poked with your finger. It takes about 6 to 8 minutes of constant kneading, but WORTH it <grin>. Remember the dough should be a little sticky to the touch, but not cling to your hands. *Coat the whole ball of dough with oil, and cover with a clean cloth. *Let rise in a warm, dry place. *It should be ready in about 1 hour, maybe less. TO MAKE PIZZA: NOTE: Remember, don't punch it down after it rises. Just break it in half, or in the amount of personal pizzas you want to make. If counter space allows, spread each piece out immediately on the counter, then place into your pans or tins, coated with cornstarch, or cornmeal, to prevent the pizza from sticking to your pans. *Coat the spread out dough with canola, or olive oil. *Microplane (grate) fresh Parmesan onto it, or use grated Parmesan. *Swirl on the sauce, starting in the middle in a circular motion, and working your way out to the edge. *Add spices, if you think you need them. With Don Pepino's sauces, you really don't need anything more. *Lay your sliced co-jack longhorn to cover. *Sprinkle on shredded Mozarrella, or whatever other kind of shredded cheese you want. *Spread your toppings around. NOTE: I usually make 2 or 3 personal pizzas in the bottom of the pie tins, and one medium (12") pizza in a regular pizza pan. Pizzas should slide right off or out of the pan you are using. I cool them on racks before placing them on an old pizza pan to cut, and store in flat, plastic containers in the fridge. I've also started using my Pyrex rectangular baking dishes for when I have to make a lot, to take to picnics, or wherever. Then I don't remove them from the dishes, I just cute them and serve the pieces right from there. It actually makes for lots less work as far as washing the pizza pans constantly, and it travels well. The pizzas take about 20 minutes, at 400 degrees, to be just right. When warming up, I put them in at 400, for only 15 minutes. In the microwave, each piece takes about 30 to 40 seconds to heat up.

Yes, all my cookies are soft, too, because I never overbake them. But there are some cookies where the recipe is for hard only, and no matter how much you try to take them out just at the right time to have them soft, they are hard anyway. I forgot to look in THE MANUAL. I do have a Ginger Cookie (soft) in there. I'll have to try that one, and see if it's soft. I have to remember to look into that book, before asking :o) I never use cookbooks anymore, but compiled a really huge one for our daughter when she moved out on her own. It includes some of my own recipes, some of my handed down family & friend recipes, and 35 years of collecting recipes from mags, cookbooks, and newspapers. I MUST remember to look there first before asking :o) I use to REALLY experiment in the kitchen, even moreso than I do these years I've been with the list. But, I eat everything I make, that's left over after sharing it with the neighbors. And, I can't do that anymore. Seems the scale doesn't like me in my OLDER age :o) I actually should compare it with your recipe, because the recipe I have is the one I made up in December of 1995. I should probably try it again. Thanks for your version, though, and hey, maybe our minds worked the same way and the recipe is the same, who knows. I can't find where yours is in my email, but when I do, I will compare ingredients. And, if mine doesn't turn out right, I'll try yours. Thanks again! Lynn PS Rick, how many pages did you say THE MANUAL had in it? LOL!!!!! Was it 600 or 900? I can't remember. One of these days I have to print out the updated version and count them. Barb wrote: Lynn I'm not sure but the one's I bake are soft, any cookie is soft if you just bake them until they start turning brown..