I think of you and pray for your ear to completely heal. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 14:44:17 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Thanks Kay...no, my ear has a bad spot on it...on antibiotic again that has me sick...TTYL Stella Laughter is Carbanated Holiness! ------------------------------- 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

What a terrible story. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 14:43:30 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Kay that tornado that took a whole family alco killed a best friend of my daddy's...and he took off upthere after we came out o the storm pit...somebody fom up the road from us came after him and told him a lot of houses had blown away. He helped find his friend...he had hung onto a tree, the thought, when he got caught by the wind before he reached their storm shelter( dug in the ground)There was hand and finger prints where he dug into the grond trying to get to the tre...but it beat his brains out. Tey told me later (I was two) that my daddy sat holding him, crying like a baby. The family that was killed had 14 wooden crosses at their head in the cemetery.I don't know if anyone has changed that...it is in Ebernezer Cemetery...at Stanton.I heard that the two girls were afopted out by an attorney...or a doctor in Selma...said they had a good life. Stella ------------------------------- 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

Casper still had 300.00 in cash by the time he assembled two wagons,seven yoke of oxen and fifteen cows, with all the rest of the necessities. John had a like amount . Young Andrew Rickard did not hesitate about deciding to go along . To everyone's surprise,Michael Kime decided sell out and join the family caravan to Oregon .His wife ,Lucy Catherine Hutchison had died 2 years before. There was a last visit to her grave in the Wilson cemetery near the schoolhouse. A third daughter, Elizabeth and her husband George Schultz had already planned to go west, as had a son James Kime, and his wife Mary Margaret Smith and their four small children . The next morning they set off with Casper Rickard leading the way.As the oldest son he had been the natural leader, and his brothers and the Kimes were willing to follow .Seven wagons and considerable loose stock made up their little train. It was important to have spare oxen and horses,as well as cows for milk and cottage cheese . Progress went slow, but steady.Before the month of March was out ,many of them were sick,and two of of the little children had died,possibly from cholera .They were John Henry,oldest son of Casper and Catherine,and Delphina,daughter of John and Susaannah . Casper and Catherine had their picture taken at St Joseph , Missouri,where they crossed the Missouri River,out of " the states " and into the territories. FRom there the party followed the Lodi Trail almost due west until they came to the Platte River , to join the usual route along the north bank. At the forks of the trail was a trading post kept by a half -breed.While they were encamped with other small trains at that point, a hired driver stole a mule and went on ahead,but the trader sent a indian to track the thief and bring him back. Linda , more tomorrow -- Linda Rogers

I thought my family was tame and boring too.When I started digging beyound vital statistics I found a lot of things that changed my view. Linda,boot leggers,bigamist,to name a few ------Original Message------ From: jkaywojack Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Crossing The Plains Sent: Jan 28, 2010 9:47 AM What a tragedy to lose 14 people from one family! I read all these stories and realize how tame my life has been in comparison. Keep those stories coming. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 03:02:33 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: I like the story, Linda, keep it up. Did they use the word 'tornado' in the original writing? I thought they were called 'cyclones' back then.I didn't hear the word tornado all my life. We didn't even say a bad 'storm' we used to say it's coming up a cloud. A very bad cloud came through last night' Funny how different areas, used different words to describe things. I can hear my Mother now "Let's hurry and get the clothes in, , it's building a bad cloud, low,in the west' We said things like 'That's a very black cloud" I suppose, a write up about a happening, would call it a 'tornado' because all those that came through Chilton Co Al in the 1920's and '30's that killed several of our neighbors, are now listed in the internet as tornados, but they were called cyclones by people then.One hit close to Stanton Al and killed 14 of one Latham family, leaving only two little girls alive. Stella ------------------------------- 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 Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Miss Stella ,I thought a cyclone was what they were called in Japan and places like that.My mom called them cyclones and granny too.I thought they were just mistaken. Linda ------Original Message------ From: busbys martins Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Crossing The Plains Sent: Jan 28, 2010 1:02 AM I like the story, Linda, keep it up. Did they use the word 'tornado' in the original writing? I thought they were called 'cyclones' back then.I didn't hear the word tornado all my life. We didn't even say a bad 'storm' we used to say it's coming up a cloud. A very bad cloud came through last night' Funny how different areas, used different words to describe things. I can hear my Mother now "Let's hurry and get the clothes in, , it's building a bad cloud, low,in the west' We said things like 'That's a very black cloud" I suppose, a write up about a happening, would call it a 'tornado' because all those that came through Chilton Co Al in the 1920's and '30's that killed several of our neighbors, are now listed in the internet as tornados, but they were called cyclones by people then.One hit close to Stanton Al and killed 14 of one Latham family, leaving only two little girls alive. Stella ------------------------------- 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 Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Sounds like a fun family.I could taste the bakery goods.Germam food is so gooddddd. Linda Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 00:02:56 To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Cc: <[email protected]> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food and trying to understand what they were talking about. At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to close it, really nice. Regards, Belle ------------------------------- 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

Linda the name of this antibiotic is DORYX...it is more for the skin.I was on Keflex before. I havesome sort of infection in my head...not exactly like sinus...crazy stuff...worries me...Keeps me awake and up most of the night. Now my stomach is all upset with this medicine so I stopped it today, trying to just mostly eat rice...and taking my previcid too to get over this painful bout of diverticulities. Just keep on doing what you are doing, please. prayer works,, and if you hear fromPaula let us know this is TOOLONG FOR HER. I love you all.. Estelle Marie (talking about famiy...how 'bout such a name on a tiny baby? Just thought I would share that tid bit! )

Jen, Florence, Kentucky is west of Dayton but not very far. Covington and Bellevue are between. Quite a few German families on the Kentucky side as well as the Ohio side. My husband was half German, half Scot/English Kentucky hillbilly. Family names of those living in Northern Kentucky were Shepherd, Blythe, Rickles, Tophouse. The Germans were Vogt, Wiening, Horstman. Some of the descendants moved into Ohio. and to other parts of Kentucky. The bakery belonged to Uncle Carl Henry Vogt, a German imigrat . He had a good business, kept his family busy. One daughter married a Muench and lived in Florence in the 70's. It was a nice area at that time. Regards, Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jen LaBonte" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, January 28, 2010 11:21 AM Subject: Re: [HS] More stories.. > Belle, > > I have a Nephew & his wife who live in Florence KY. Would that be near to > Dayton, KY? They always are saying that OH is right across the river from > them. > > I'm sure the 'goodies' from the German bakery was very good. I have many > German relatives on both sides of my family. I have tasted some of the > things which they have baked & they are out of this world..just like you > say. > > ~J in AZ > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; > <[email protected]> > Cc: <[email protected]> > Sent: Thursday, January 28, 2010 12:02 AM > Subject: [HS] More stories.. > > > > My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late > > 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every > > morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their > > breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and > > reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also > > sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river > > in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. > > My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that > > had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck > > hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the > > bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food > > and trying to understand what they were talking about. > > At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with > > the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about > > an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing > > likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. > > They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home > > and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. > > > > They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family > > Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with > > lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A > > grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived > > in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to > > close it, really nice. > > Regards, > > Belle > > > > ------------------------------- > > 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 >

Jeannie T., That sounds like some of the stunts which I pulled as a kid. When I was very young, I 'thought' I had scratched up our porcelain sink because I had washed out some of the pans & they left marks on the sink. I was sure that the sink would have to be replaced. I finally fessed up & admitted that I had 'wrecked' our sink. My Mother didn't say a whole lot..just took out the Comet & it came right off. Whew!! Was I relieved!! BTW, I also had an Aunt Pearl too. When we would go down to the farm to visit relatives in IA...Aunt Pearl lived down the road from my cousins. She was a sweet old lady. The most I ever saw her do was sit in her rocking chair & smile when us kids would walk down to see her. ~J in AZ ----- Original Message ----- From: "jkaywojack" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, January 28, 2010 9:34 AM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Aunt Pearl's new "Fridge" > What a funny story about the "fridge", love it. I had forgotten about > those bare bulbs which hung from a cord with a pull chain. Think I was in > the 4th grade when we moved into a little 4 room house that had ceiling > fixtures with a wall switch. > Kay > > > > In a message dated 01/27/10 23:27:19 Central Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > > We went on a rare visit to my Dad's parents when I was a child...They had > the most amazing thing , called Electricity ! There were light bulbs > hanging down on cords in the middle of the room, and when the string was > pulled they gave so much light it just about blinded you....In the > kitchen was a big white box set up on legs, called a 'fridge' .After > dinner the grownups went out to set in the cool shade of the Big Catalpha > tree, and we decided we'd look around a bit in the now empty house...Ah, > the FRIDGE......Opened the door and stood there enjoying the nice cold > air seeping into the room...UH OH! THAT SUCKER STOPPED RUNNING! Now > what?....Ah !Theres a button that says 'push to start." Just what we > need.....We took turns pushing that butter and praying...all the time > having one of the culprits peeking around the door to check on the > adults...I mean, if Aunt Pearl even suspected we had broke her > fridge.......Nothing on this earth could have saved us from that big > laughing woman...We pushed that button, prayed, sweated....and NOTHING > HAPPENED ! We looked at each other, carefully closed that door and ran > out of that kitchen like our shimmies were on fire! Now came the hardest > part...waiting around all afternoon for Aunt Pearl to find out we had > broke her 'fridge'....Waited, and waited , and waited.........Then it was > time to go home and I just couldn't leave without checking that > fridge...Would you believe that sucker was running just fine ? That sure > ruined a trip to Mammy and Papa's ....Jeannie T > ____________________________________________________________ > Diet Help > Cheap Diet Help Tips. Click here. > http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=xEHDg-oPDrFhxnZ5TBXcdQAAJ1CPGLcpVk6nfU7-_QzYU3IqAAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYQAAAAAA= > > ------------------------------- > 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

Thanks Kay...no, my ear has a bad spot on it...on antibiotic again that has me sick...TTYL Stella Laughter is Carbanated Holiness!

Kay that tornado that took a whole family alco killed a best friend of my daddy's...and he took off upthere after we came out o the storm pit...somebody fom up the road from us came after him and told him a lot of houses had blown away. He helped find his friend...he had hung onto a tree, the thought, when he got caught by the wind before he reached their storm shelter( dug in the ground)There was hand and finger prints where he dug into the grond trying to get to the tre...but it beat his brains out. Tey told me later (I was two) that my daddy sat holding him, crying like a baby. The family that was killed had 14 wooden crosses at their head in the cemetery.I don't know if anyone has changed that...it is in Ebernezer Cemetery...at Stanton.I heard that the two girls were afopted out by an attorney...or a doctor in Selma...said they had a good life. Stella

Stella , your memories bring back all the things my mom talked about and I saw many of these things when we visited my grandparents. When you talked about milk, it reminded me of milk in glass bottles being delivered twice a week to our door. We had a insulated metal box on the porch, but usually the milk came before we left for school. We were so disappointed when the home delivery stopped. Once in a while the old milk bottles show up at the thrift store or at yard sales. I have a small school sized milk bottle that has the original cardboard cover in the opening. Filled it with green marbles. Kay In a message dated 01/26/10 22:42:21 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, .. Stella ------------------------------- 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

In a message dated 01/26/10 22:42:21 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Key...it was hard work...but people knew each day exactly what they were going to get out of bed to do.There was never a shortage of food. The whole family worked, and laughed, and cried and ATE EVERY MEAL, TOGETHER. Life was so much less stressful...no telephones...no running to the school...no running to the grocery store...no utilities to go off and on, or have a repairman etc...if it broke you fixed it. You did not expect people to drop by...visiting was usually on a Sunday There was a day for washing...I guess in case of rain...these plans changed.I remember we had a line across the back porch...and at times if we needed something we washed it out, in a pan, on the water shelf, on the porch, changing waters to rinse it and hung it out there to dry. Wood was always in the house, as well as splinters to start fires. No shortage of wood or pine. The kids handled such chores. I look back on my young days and I am very thankful for them, I learned how to do everything, including cooking and sewing and caring for children. You did whatever was necessary to do. I can recall drying clothes spread over the old wooden ladder back chairs in front of the fireplace, and turning them aroundothe other side to dry,. Maybe I didn't have too many dresses for school, I don't know, but I sure remember that, could have been a rainy week...lol. But the wonderful smell of food...and what a treat when my Mother surprised us by making a desert that we didn't expect.Kids now...do not really appreciate things, like we did, we knew to take care of our belongings and respected other people's things..If you had a slingshot...and an old matchbox of marbles, and possible a set of jacks it was put away till next play period. We played ball with a homemade bat, probably...in the open broomsage patch across from our house.Sometimes the neighbor boys were there too. On Sundays..we might have the front yard full of kin- folks, to help eat Mama's fried chicken, and a big tub of lemonade. We had an oak icebox on the back porch...and daddy would go to the ice house in Maplesville and bring this big chunk of ice (probably 25 pound block) and that was so good. I think I had started school when he bought that icebox...before that, the milk was dropped down in the well bucket to stay cool. To us, it was cold...it was all we knew...to go stand in the shade was cool, it was all we knew...No air conditioning...we had never heard of it...no fans even, except the hand held ones...The sun didn't hurt us, then either, fresh water was so good. Now, we would be afraid to drink it. So that is a reason to feel that our life was better than now. We didn't have to lock our doors. if a stranger happened along...all the dogs let us know it long before they got there, lol. Stella ------------------------------- 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

Stella, was wondering the same thing about Paula and her husband, hope that he has improved and out of the hospital. When will your car be ready? You sound like a busy, busy lady. Did your ear finally heal? Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 08:34:10 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: 'Morning, I was wondering if anyone has heard privately from Paula, or seen her on Facebook or anywhere? I am only on Southern-Chat list...I don't have time for anything else if I doall my christian lliterture, meetings and take care of my brother's care and visits...along with my doctors! Whewee! I am in a rental car now...mine is being repaired, and I do not like drivin this little chevrolet.So I am home . I missed and am concerned about Paula and the condition of her hubby. He should be home now . Stella ------------------------------- 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

What a tragedy to lose 14 people from one family! I read all these stories and realize how tame my life has been in comparison. Keep those stories coming. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 03:02:33 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: I like the story, Linda, keep it up. Did they use the word 'tornado' in the original writing? I thought they were called 'cyclones' back then.I didn't hear the word tornado all my life. We didn't even say a bad 'storm' we used to say it's coming up a cloud. A very bad cloud came through last night' Funny how different areas, used different words to describe things. I can hear my Mother now "Let's hurry and get the clothes in, , it's building a bad cloud, low,in the west' We said things like 'That's a very black cloud" I suppose, a write up about a happening, would call it a 'tornado' because all those that came through Chilton Co Al in the 1920's and '30's that killed several of our neighbors, are now listed in the internet as tornados, but they were called cyclones by people then.One hit close to Stanton Al and killed 14 of one Latham family, leaving only two little girls alive. Stella ------------------------------- 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

Another story full of wonderful memories. What a treasure to have the family Bible written in Germany. Never had a ham prepared the way you describe but it certainly does sound very tasty. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 02:28:48 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food and trying to understand what they were talking about. At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to close it, really nice. Regards, Belle ------------------------------- 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

What a funny story about the "fridge", love it. I had forgotten about those bare bulbs which hung from a cord with a pull chain. Think I was in the 4th grade when we moved into a little 4 room house that had ceiling fixtures with a wall switch. Kay In a message dated 01/27/10 23:27:19 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: We went on a rare visit to my Dad's parents when I was a child...They had the most amazing thing , called Electricity ! There were light bulbs hanging down on cords in the middle of the room, and when the string was pulled they gave so much light it just about blinded you....In the kitchen was a big white box set up on legs, called a 'fridge' .After dinner the grownups went out to set in the cool shade of the Big Catalpha tree, and we decided we'd look around a bit in the now empty house...Ah, the FRIDGE......Opened the door and stood there enjoying the nice cold air seeping into the room...UH OH! THAT SUCKER STOPPED RUNNING! Now what?....Ah !Theres a button that says 'push to start." Just what we need.....We took turns pushing that butter and praying...all the time having one of the culprits peeking around the door to check on the adults...I mean, if Aunt Pearl even suspected we had broke her fridge.......Nothing on this earth could have saved us from that big laughing woman...We pushed that button, prayed, sweated....and NOTHING HAPPENED ! We looked at each other, carefully closed that door and ran out of that kitchen like our shimmies were on fire! Now came the hardest part...waiting around all afternoon for Aunt Pearl to find out we had broke her 'fridge'....Waited, and waited , and waited.........Then it was time to go home and I just couldn't leave without checking that fridge...Would you believe that sucker was running just fine ? That sure ruined a trip to Mammy and Papa's ....Jeannie T ____________________________________________________________ Diet Help Cheap Diet Help Tips. Click here. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=xEHDg-oPDrFhxnZ5TBXcdQAAJ1CPGLcpVk6nfU7-_QzYU3IqAAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYQAAAAAA= ------------------------------- 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

'Morning, I was wondering if anyone has heard privately from Paula, or seen her on Facebook or anywhere? I am only on Southern-Chat list...I don't have time for anything else if I doall my christian lliterture, meetings and take care of my brother's care and visits...along with my doctors! Whewee! I am in a rental car now...mine is being repaired, and I do not like drivin this little chevrolet.So I am home . I missed and am concerned about Paula and the condition of her hubby. He should be home now . Stella

Kay , I can't figure how they could use the hams etc. For fuel.I mean it's not like wood .But I don't know the workings of such things. But ya no profit and have to use the meat for fuel too.I would have been devastated. Linda,still out here with the happy cows Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: jkaywojack <[email protected]> Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2010 21:06:20 To: <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Crossing The Plains Your ancestors sure led adventurous lives. Can't you imagine their dismay when they had to use the hams and bacon for fuel? I love reading reprints of diaries, old letters, etc., gives such a great insight into history. Kay In a message dated 01/27/10 19:36:31 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: More from the Lost Wagon Train series: In 1835 Peter and his wife Susannah (another susannah ) had made the long trip overland with their small children from Davidson County,North Carolina,so they could be of tremendous help in organizing the new move of the younger generation .Now they were established in Logan township , near Smithfield ,Pike County , Indiana .Peter was a blacksmith , and there was much to do on the farm as well . The Rickard children went to the little log cabin schoolhouse nearby , where they met the children of Dr. Michael Kime , who had come to Indiana from North Carolina before 1820 . He had donated land for the school and had served on the first board of trustees .In fact , he, along with Rev.C R Johnson and Joseph Woodry,had built the schoolhouse . Enumeration of school children for the year 1842 showed four Kimes, and by 1845 four Rickards had made their appearence. The three oldest sons had worked with their father until it was time for them to go on their own.Casper already had a farm and milling interests before his marriage in 1847 to Catherine Maloy Kime. John Rickard "made two trips... as a pilot on a pork boat" carrying hams and bacon to sell in New Orleans. On the first trip,all went well,and they were back home in two months,but the second one was the last as far as John was concerned.He felt lucky after three months just to get ,even with no profit from the venture .First ,"they were caught in a tornado and almost perished."one very stormy night on their way downstream, "the boat ran into a tree that had been uprooted and fell into the river ." All hands worked frantically to repair the damage and stop the leaks. So much of their firewood was lost overboard that they later had to use many of their hams and sides of bacon as fuel . The ferment of news of the california gold rush had died down somewhat by 1853, but now there was free land to be had in Oregon, just for settling and improving it.The Oregon Donation Land Act offered every man 160 acres,with a additional 160 for his wife.Many of the of the younger men and couples wanted desperately to own their land,but it took some capital for the long journey overland.Single men could hire out to help stock and drive extra wagons, but families had to equip themselves.Household goods ,surplus stock and farming implements,as well as farms,were offered for sale as the excitement to go west grew . Linda,todays installment 0 -- Linda Rogers ------------------------------- 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

I like the story, Linda, keep it up. Did they use the word 'tornado' in the original writing? I thought they were called 'cyclones' back then.I didn't hear the word tornado all my life. We didn't even say a bad 'storm' we used to say it's coming up a cloud. A very bad cloud came through last night' Funny how different areas, used different words to describe things. I can hear my Mother now "Let's hurry and get the clothes in, , it's building a bad cloud, low,in the west' We said things like 'That's a very black cloud" I suppose, a write up about a happening, would call it a 'tornado' because all those that came through Chilton Co Al in the 1920's and '30's that killed several of our neighbors, are now listed in the internet as tornados, but they were called cyclones by people then.One hit close to Stanton Al and killed 14 of one Latham family, leaving only two little girls alive. Stella