Linda, Stella has given an excellent description and explanation of the 'flip' waffle iron. I didn't ever use it, just watched the cook 'flip' it over . Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 12:22 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > Miss Belle,I don't recall the waffle iron you spoke of.My mom had a elec. One .I'm just curious how your waffle iron worked?Forgive me for being so nosey. > Linda > Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T > > -----Original Message----- > From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> > Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:55:32 > To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> > Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > > > Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. > > They made chow-chow, bread and butter pickles, spiced peaches, green tomato pickle and watermelon rind pickle. This is my favorite. They would can beans, corn, tomatoes, beets (some made into pickles). > > Usually in January, a cld month, there would be "hog killing" time. Then the room/porch would be busy with preparing the meat for the smokhouse, making sausage, etc. They would let me make the patties and put them in the large iron skillets to fry.When they were done they were put into glass jars and the grease poured in until they were covered. Then the jars would be capped and turned upside down so the grease would act as a sealer. > Meanwhile the fat that had been cut away from the meat was in a big iron pot outside, cooking/rendering the fat into 'cracklins' and the pure lard we would be using to fry chicken , make biscuits and pie crusts in the coming months. > There was a small pantry between the kitchen and dining room where the cooks kep flour, cornmeal, sugar, coffee beans. The shelves held all kinds of stuff. The bread tray inwhich the biscuits were made was always on the counter, rolling pin handy.The coffee grinder was just inside the pantry door.Coffee was made in a big enamelpot on the big wood stove before anything else was put on it to cook. > > We had one of those 'flip' waffle irons that fit the hole in the stove. I think my brother has it now, stuffed away. > > 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

Thank you Stella, for your information. I didn't know that much about the waffle irons, only watched the cook use it and 'flip' it over on the open hole on the stove. I guess they sre a collectors item these days. I have two of the old flat irons and a couple of the old trivets and several sizes of the iron skillets. We don't use them, different style of cooking these days. Thanks again, Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: "busbys martins" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 1:10 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > Linda...I don't mean to answer for Belle but as you know, I had a sho > for twernty something years and was into antiques and 'old' stuff all my > life.I had several of the wood stoe waffle otons...one had a wooden > handle on the front that lifted ithe lid...one had iron handles (not > real handles but a thing built in the edge of the front to lift the > cover up, or the lid It was like a round griddle, with waffle maker > inside and a lid that was attached, of course. Just raise it, and pour > your batter and cover back.I think when the lid started lifting a > little (as the waffle cooked) and the eam stoped it was ready to open > and remove the waffle.They just sat on the stove. What Belle > meant...some people liked more heat...by removing the round stove > eye...and let your pan sit directly over the fire or hot coals.I never > did like to do that...you got a 'sooty' bottom on the pan. Some of the > old iron waffle makers were actually pretty, Had engraved patterns on > the top. Sttella > > > ------------------------------- > 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...I don't mean to answer for Belle but as you know, I had a sho for twernty something years and was into antiques and 'old' stuff all my life.I had several of the wood stoe waffle otons...one had a wooden handle on the front that lifted ithe lid...one had iron handles (not real handles but a thing built in the edge of the front to lift the cover up, or the lid It was like a round griddle, with waffle maker inside and a lid that was attached, of course. Just raise it, and pour your batter and cover back.I think when the lid started lifting a little (as the waffle cooked) and the eam stoped it was ready to open and remove the waffle.They just sat on the stove. What Belle meant...some people liked more heat...by removing the round stove eye...and let your pan sit directly over the fire or hot coals.I never did like to do that...you got a 'sooty' bottom on the pan. Some of the old iron waffle makers were actually pretty, Had engraved patterns on the top. Sttella

Wow, what a wonderful reminder of how different and how difficult things were. We're fortunate to have any information. Kay In a message dated 01/25/10 15:58:17 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster was ready, a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face; And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water as they sat at the table; And she answered his questions the best she was able. He asked of her children, yes, she had quite a few; The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride; And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age. The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head; And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot"; Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; They could read some and write some though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear; "May God bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp it's now you and me; As we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; As we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day; That the entries they made would affect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. Author Unknown ------------------------------- 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

Kay, Like I told Belle, as soon as I get a chance, I'm going to Google a log cabin quilt. ~J in AZ ----- Original Message ----- From: "jkaywojack" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 7:11 AM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > Jen, a log cabin quilt starts with a small square, then strips are added > one by one, starting on the right side of the square and going clockwise, > until app a 9" square is completed. Half the strips are light colored > and the other half are dark in color. Thus one side of the block is dark > and the other half is light in color. > You'd have to see a picture for this to make sense. > Kay > > > > In a message dated 01/24/10 22:28:20 Central Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > Belle, > > You family history is indeed interesting. Your Grandfather's Mason > funeral > sounds so nice. My husband has his Mason apron around here but he refuses > to tell me what a person does with it. I would guess that it's for when > he > dies. We did not pay his dues this year, so I'm so he will not have a > Mason > funeral. > > I take it that it was your Grandmother's hat that got sold by mistake at > the > millinery shop? It had to be quite nice & well made for them to sell it. > > What is a 'log cabin' quilt? I enjoy going to some of the quilt shows > around here because many of the women quilt. Don't know if I have seen > that > kind before. We have a quilt rack at the bottom of our bed & we have > several quilts on it which were made by relatives in our families. > > Your stories are very enjoyable. Thank you. > > ~J in AZ > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> > Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 4:52 PM > Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > > >> Grandpa died in May 1925, still in office as Sheriff. He was a Mason >> as were his brothers and father. He was buried with alll lthe Masonic >> honors from his Lodge and a marble slab with the Masonic emblem , name >> and dates covers his grave. Several of his kin are in the same little >> churchyard.Many years before 1925, his ancestors had given the land and a >> sum of money to build the little First Baptist Church in that small >> Community. >> >> Soon after he died rheuncle, wife and daughter moved into their own >> little >> house not very far away from the big house. One of the cooks went to work >> for another family nearby. Not so many folks coming and going. >> >> Grandma and my mother had little to do about the house so they sewed and >> sewed and shopped and shopped. My mother made many of her own clothes , >> made dresses with matching bloomers for me and little coats with >> matching >> tams which I hated. I still dislike anything on my head. >> She loved hats and often made her own if she couldn't find a suitable >> one in the few shops around. Those were the days when she and other >> ladies wouldn't leave the house without their hats, purses/handbags and >> gloves. >> On one shopping trip she went into a millenery shop, sat down at one of >> the vanities, removed her hat and gloves, leaving them on the vanity with >> her purse, walked around the shop for sometime checking out what was >> available. She went back to thevanity, the purse and gloves were >> stillthere but her hat (one she had made)was not there. She looked all >> over the shop but couldn't find it, finnally a clerk came up asking what >> was the problem. When told she started shaking and crying and said she >> was so sorry but she had sold my mother's hat. >> >> Grandma sewed and sewed, sometimes clothes for the household help but >> mostly on quilts. She made many in the 'log cabin' pattern. I have one >> unquilted top that she made about 1900. Her brother was a salesnam for a >> mercantile company selling yard goods to stores. He gave Grandma some of >> his sample books which had good sized swatches of materials inthem. She >> used the material samples in her quilts. >> >> Enough for now, >> Best regards to all, >> >> 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 > > ------------------------------- > 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

Ditto!! ~J in AZ ----- Original Message ----- From: "jkaywojack" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 9:46 AM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Another Census Year (this inspires us to be correct in our answers) > Wow, what a wonderful reminder of how different and how difficult things > were. We're fortunate to have any information. Kay > > > > In a message dated 01/25/10 15:58:17 Central Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster > was ready, a black book in hand. > He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; > His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding > ride down a road barely there; > Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. > The woman was tired, with lines on her face; > And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. > She gave him some water as they sat at the table; > And she answered his questions the best she was able. > He asked of her children, yes, she had quite a few; > The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. > She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; > His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. > She noted each person who lived there with pride; > And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the > sex, the color, the age. > The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. > At the number of children, she nodded her head; > And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. > The places of birth she "never forgot"; > Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon or not? > They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; > But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. > They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; > They could read some and write some though really not much. When the > questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse > and he rode toward the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and > clear; "May God bless you all for another ten years." > Now picture a time warp it's now you and me; > As we search for the people on our family tree. > We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; > As we search for that entry from long, long ago. > Could they only imagine on that long ago day; > That the entries they made would affect us this way? > If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the > searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen > the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice > in our heart. > Author Unknown > > > ------------------------------- > 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

Jen, a log cabin quilt starts with a small square, then strips are added one by one, starting on the right side of the square and going clockwise, until app a 9" square is completed. Half the strips are light colored and the other half are dark in color. Thus one side of the block is dark and the other half is light in color. You'd have to see a picture for this to make sense. Kay In a message dated 01/24/10 22:28:20 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: Belle, You family history is indeed interesting. Your Grandfather's Mason funeral sounds so nice. My husband has his Mason apron around here but he refuses to tell me what a person does with it. I would guess that it's for when he dies. We did not pay his dues this year, so I'm so he will not have a Mason funeral. I take it that it was your Grandmother's hat that got sold by mistake at the millinery shop? It had to be quite nice & well made for them to sell it. What is a 'log cabin' quilt? I enjoy going to some of the quilt shows around here because many of the women quilt. Don't know if I have seen that kind before. We have a quilt rack at the bottom of our bed & we have several quilts on it which were made by relatives in our families. Your stories are very enjoyable. Thank you. ~J in AZ ----- Original Message ----- From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 4:52 PM Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > Grandpa died in May 1925, still in office as Sheriff. He was a Mason > as were his brothers and father. He was buried with alll lthe Masonic > honors from his Lodge and a marble slab with the Masonic emblem , name > and dates covers his grave. Several of his kin are in the same little > churchyard.Many years before 1925, his ancestors had given the land and a > sum of money to build the little First Baptist Church in that small > Community. > > Soon after he died rheuncle, wife and daughter moved into their own little > house not very far away from the big house. One of the cooks went to work > for another family nearby. Not so many folks coming and going. > > Grandma and my mother had little to do about the house so they sewed and > sewed and shopped and shopped. My mother made many of her own clothes , > made dresses with matching bloomers for me and little coats with matching > tams which I hated. I still dislike anything on my head. > She loved hats and often made her own if she couldn't find a suitable > one in the few shops around. Those were the days when she and other > ladies wouldn't leave the house without their hats, purses/handbags and > gloves. > On one shopping trip she went into a millenery shop, sat down at one of > the vanities, removed her hat and gloves, leaving them on the vanity with > her purse, walked around the shop for sometime checking out what was > available. She went back to thevanity, the purse and gloves were > stillthere but her hat (one she had made)was not there. She looked all > over the shop but couldn't find it, finnally a clerk came up asking what > was the problem. When told she started shaking and crying and said she > was so sorry but she had sold my mother's hat. > > Grandma sewed and sewed, sometimes clothes for the household help but > mostly on quilts. She made many in the 'log cabin' pattern. I have one > unquilted top that she made about 1900. Her brother was a salesnam for a > mercantile company selling yard goods to stores. He gave Grandma some of > his sample books which had good sized swatches of materials inthem. She > used the material samples in her quilts. > > Enough for now, > Best regards to all, > > 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

Miss Belle,what town are you talking abt in this rememberance. Linda ------Original Message------ From: Belle Shepherd Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. Sent: Jan 25, 2010 4:51 PM I have been posting about my mother's family but I want to say something about my father's family. My Dad was a Mason as were his four brothers and his father. Two of the brothers were Shriners. Their father was a doctor who came to Wilkes Co. Ga. from the Anderson area of South Carolina in the late 1880's. I have one of his medical books. His family history goes back to the Royal Scots. My Dad and a brother opened a small general store in the little town after WW1, they had an assortment of merchandise, from needles and thread to lanterns and horse collars. There were few businesses, a Bank and a Post Office facing the dirt street that crossed the one paved road through town. 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 Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Miss Belle, I would have liked to talk to her.I know she had some tales to tell. Linda, ------Original Message------ From: Belle Shepherd Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More Belle's stories.. Sent: Jan 25, 2010 4:29 PM Down the long lane behind Grandpa's house were the remains of several slave cabins, the more severely damaged had been cleared away but there was one that remained in fair shape. A wizened old crone, a descendant of a slave family had taken up residence in it. Her age? No one knew. Grandpa let her stay and saw that she had the things she needed, she had no other place to go. I remember going into the cabin once, it had a dirt floor, a fireplace and a bed on a platform in each corner. She smelled awful and had a string around her neck with a little bag of herbs to ward off the evil spirits. Someone had put a small rocking chair in the cabin for her. 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 Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Oh how true this is.Many a census I have poored over for a ancestors name to be there.But I have to say Mass. And some of the other colonial states have records back to the 1600's.This was a great reminder of the importance of the census . Linda,thank you for sharing Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] (busbys martins) Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:58:07 To: <[email protected]> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] Another Census Year (this inspires us to be correct in our answers) It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster was ready, a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face; And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water as they sat at the table; And she answered his questions the best she was able. He asked of her children, yes, she had quite a few; The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride; And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age. The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head; And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot"; Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; They could read some and write some though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear; "May God bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp it's now you and me; As we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; As we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day; That the entries they made would affect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. Author Unknown ------------------------------- 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 those quilts made on a used dryer sheet....Just sew a piece of scrap material in the center, then sew on another piece of material...Turn, trim, sew on another scrap. When you get that piece of material covered , start another one....Jeannie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.. On Mon, 25 Jan 2010 18:10:12 -0800 "Jen LaBonte" <[email protected]> writes: > My brother-in-law's sister made a quilt for us when we were square dancing. Each square has a square dancer on it. > > ~J in AZ ____________________________________________________________ Water Heater Some like it hot. Click now for a reliable new water heater! http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=rRaasLp_MogkhM8lpo4xSQAAJ1BuHtEgYfARCKX2I2eGJBW8AAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIAAAAAA=

Grandpa's house had a large room/screened in porch on the back of the house surrounding the welll. There were tables and a small kerosene stove. Doors of the back hall and kitchen opened onto the porch. A wide shelf extended around the far corner and was used to put the garden and fruit offerings before preparation fo a family meal or the canning, preserving and pickling that went on all summer. Jams, jellies, preserves, I remember fresh blackberry jam and butter on the 'heel' of a fresh baked loaf of bread. They made chow-chow, bread and butter pickles, spiced peaches, green tomato pickle and watermelon rind pickle. This is my favorite. They would can beans, corn, tomatoes, beets (some made into pickles). Usually in January, a cld month, there would be "hog killing" time. Then the room/porch would be busy with preparing the meat for the smokhouse, making sausage, etc. They would let me make the patties and put them in the large iron skillets to fry.When they were done they were put into glass jars and the grease poured in until they were covered. Then the jars would be capped and turned upside down so the grease would act as a sealer. Meanwhile the fat that had been cut away from the meat was in a big iron pot outside, cooking/rendering the fat into 'cracklins' and the pure lard we would be using to fry chicken , make biscuits and pie crusts in the coming months. There was a small pantry between the kitchen and dining room where the cooks kep flour, cornmeal, sugar, coffee beans. The shelves held all kinds of stuff. The bread tray inwhich the biscuits were made was always on the counter, rolling pin handy.The coffee grinder was just inside the pantry door.Coffee was made in a big enamelpot on the big wood stove before anything else was put on it to cook. We had one of those 'flip' waffle irons that fit the hole in the stove. I think my brother has it now, stuffed away. Belle

I'm writing about TIGNALL, Wilkes Co. Ga. Washington is the County Seat. Grandpa's office was first floor front facing the square. The were shops, stores, etc facing the three sides of the square with parking around the square. One block had a drug store, a small restaurant, a shoe repair shop and a theater on the corner. A movie was shone each night at 7 o'clock except on Sunday, nothing on Sundays. A volunteer pianist would play before and during the movie which wasn't very long. Washington is a quiet town, lots of old Colonial homes and pre Civil War homes. Many restored to their former style and others falling apart for lack of care. I have kin living in the area. A first cousin was Chief of Police back in the 60's and owned the Buick Agency. Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, January 25, 2010 6:13 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > Miss Belle,what town are you talking abt in this rememberance. > Linda > ------Original Message------ > From: Belle Shepherd > Sender: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > ReplyTo: [email protected] > Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More stories.. > Sent: Jan 25, 2010 4:51 PM > > I have been posting about my mother's family but I want to say something about my father's family. My Dad was a Mason as were his four brothers and his father. Two of the brothers were Shriners. Their father was a doctor who came to Wilkes Co. Ga. from the Anderson area of South Carolina in the late 1880's. I have one of his medical books. His family history goes back to the Royal Scots. > > My Dad and a brother opened a small general store in the little town after WW1, they had an assortment of merchandise, from needles and thread to lanterns and horse collars. > There were few businesses, a Bank and a Post Office facing the dirt street that crossed the one paved road through town. > > > 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 > > > Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T > > > ------------------------------- > 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

Belle, Even though I am younger than you (65) I remember going to a millinery shop to buy a hat. I had to wear a hat for most occasions which I got dressed up for when I was in private boarding school. We had a gal in the town who made hats. I always liked to go into her shop because the woman that owned it always made so many different hats. She also made a lot of head dresses for bridesmaids in who were in weddings. I understood basically what you said about the "Log Cabin" design. I think when I get a chance I'm going to google it. I have never made a quilt, but I do enjoy going to quilt shows & seeing the quilts there on display. Two of my husband's sisters live in N.C. & it seems as though people do a lot of quilting down there. My brother-in-law's sister made a quilt for us when we were square dancing. Each square has a square dancer on it. ~J in AZ ----- Original Message ----- From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 11:29 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > Jen, It was my mother's hat. She was well paid for it. My mother was a > perfectionist so it was well made. > > "Log Cabin" design is avery old one from way, way back. You might find it > on > Google or some of the sewing and quilting sites, I havent looked. Anyway, > you start with a square, the color and size you want to use for the whole > quilt. The width of the squares and strips is your choice. I made one > with > 3 inch squares of the same color I was to use for the backing. I cut the > strips of 2 inches. You sew the strips onto the squares, alternating > colors > as you like. You can sew a long strip putting the squares one after the > other, then cut them apart, take another strip and put the squares in > line. > Do this until you have the size square you want. When you have enough > squares then you can sew them together to make you top. The number of > squares needed will depend on the size of the squares and how big you want > to make the quilt. Hope this makes sense. > Belle > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Jen LaBonte" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 8:27 PM > Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > > >> Belle, >> >> You family history is indeed interesting. Your Grandfather's Mason > funeral >> sounds so nice. My husband has his Mason apron around here but he >> refuses >> to tell me what a person does with it. I would guess that it's for when > he >> dies. We did not pay his dues this year, so I'm so he will not have a > Mason >> funeral. >> >> I take it that it was your Grandmother's hat that got sold by mistake at > the >> millinery shop? It had to be quite nice & well made for them to sell it. >> >> What is a 'log cabin' quilt? I enjoy going to some of the quilt shows >> around here because many of the women quilt. Don't know if I have seen > that >> kind before. We have a quilt rack at the bottom of our bed & we have >> several quilts on it which were made by relatives in our families. >> >> Your stories are very enjoyable. Thank you. >> >> ~J in AZ >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> >> To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> >> Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 4:52 PM >> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. >> >> >> > Grandpa died in May 1925, still in office as Sheriff. He was a > Mason >> > as were his brothers and father. He was buried with alll lthe Masonic >> > honors from his Lodge and a marble slab with the Masonic emblem , name >> > and dates covers his grave. Several of his kin are in the same little >> > churchyard.Many years before 1925, his ancestors had given the land and > a >> > sum of money to build the little First Baptist Church in that small >> > Community. >> > >> > Soon after he died rheuncle, wife and daughter moved into their own > little >> > house not very far away from the big house. One of the cooks went to > work >> > for another family nearby. Not so many folks coming and going. >> > >> > Grandma and my mother had little to do about the house so they sewed >> > and >> > sewed and shopped and shopped. My mother made many of her own clothes , >> > made dresses with matching bloomers for me and little coats with > matching >> > tams which I hated. I still dislike anything on my head. >> > She loved hats and often made her own if she couldn't find a suitable >> > one in the few shops around. Those were the days when she and other >> > ladies wouldn't leave the house without their hats, purses/handbags and >> > gloves. >> > On one shopping trip she went into a millenery shop, sat down at one of >> > the vanities, removed her hat and gloves, leaving them on the vanity > with >> > her purse, walked around the shop for sometime checking out what was >> > available. She went back to thevanity, the purse and gloves were >> > stillthere but her hat (one she had made)was not there. She looked all >> > over the shop but couldn't find it, finnally a clerk came up asking >> > what >> > was the problem. When told she started shaking and crying and said she >> > was so sorry but she had sold my mother's hat. >> > >> > Grandma sewed and sewed, sometimes clothes for the household help but >> > mostly on quilts. She made many in the 'log cabin' pattern. I have >> > one >> > unquilted top that she made about 1900. Her brother was a salesnam for >> > a >> > mercantile company selling yard goods to stores. He gave Grandma some >> > of >> > his sample books which had good sized swatches of materials inthem. She >> > used the material samples in her quilts. >> > >> > Enough for now, >> > Best regards to all, >> > >> > 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 > > > ------------------------------- > 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 have been posting about my mother's family but I want to say something about my father's family. My Dad was a Mason as were his four brothers and his father. Two of the brothers were Shriners. Their father was a doctor who came to Wilkes Co. Ga. from the Anderson area of South Carolina in the late 1880's. I have one of his medical books. His family history goes back to the Royal Scots. My Dad and a brother opened a small general store in the little town after WW1, they had an assortment of merchandise, from needles and thread to lanterns and horse collars. There were few businesses, a Bank and a Post Office facing the dirt street that crossed the one paved road through town. Belle

Down the long lane behind Grandpa's house were the remains of several slave cabins, the more severely damaged had been cleared away but there was one that remained in fair shape. A wizened old crone, a descendant of a slave family had taken up residence in it. Her age? No one knew. Grandpa let her stay and saw that she had the things she needed, she had no other place to go. I remember going into the cabin once, it had a dirt floor, a fireplace and a bed on a platform in each corner. She smelled awful and had a string around her neck with a little bag of herbs to ward off the evil spirits. Someone had put a small rocking chair in the cabin for her. Belle

It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster was ready, a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face; And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water as they sat at the table; And she answered his questions the best she was able. He asked of her children, yes, she had quite a few; The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride; And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age. The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head; And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot"; Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; They could read some and write some though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear; "May God bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp it's now you and me; As we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; As we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day; That the entries they made would affect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. Author Unknown

Miss Belle, Your family is very interesting and talented. Linda Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:52:28 To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. Grandpa died in May 1925, still in office as Sheriff. He was a Mason as were his brothers and father. He was buried with alll lthe Masonic honors from his Lodge and a marble slab with the Masonic emblem , name and dates covers his grave. Several of his kin are in the same little churchyard.Many years before 1925, his ancestors had given the land and a sum of money to build the little First Baptist Church in that small Community. Soon after he died rheuncle, wife and daughter moved into their own little house not very far away from the big house. One of the cooks went to work for another family nearby. Not so many folks coming and going. Grandma and my mother had little to do about the house so they sewed and sewed and shopped and shopped. My mother made many of her own clothes , made dresses with matching bloomers for me and little coats with matching tams which I hated. I still dislike anything on my head. She loved hats and often made her own if she couldn't find a suitable one in the few shops around. Those were the days when she and other ladies wouldn't leave the house without their hats, purses/handbags and gloves. On one shopping trip she went into a millenery shop, sat down at one of the vanities, removed her hat and gloves, leaving them on the vanity with her purse, walked around the shop for sometime checking out what was available. She went back to thevanity, the purse and gloves were stillthere but her hat (one she had made)was not there. She looked all over the shop but couldn't find it, finnally a clerk came up asking what was the problem. When told she started shaking and crying and said she was so sorry but she had sold my mother's hat. Grandma sewed and sewed, sometimes clothes for the household help but mostly on quilts. She made many in the 'log cabin' pattern. I have one unquilted top that she made about 1900. Her brother was a salesnam for a mercantile company selling yard goods to stores. He gave Grandma some of his sample books which had good sized swatches of materials inthem. She used the material samples in her quilts. Enough for now, Best regards to all, 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

Awful , isn't it , that we have to drop out of organizations because of the dues ? The older generation seems to be interested mostly in Doctor's and reasonably priced places to eat . Seems the ladies have retired too! Some states have Masonic Rest Homes...another reason to stay in....If you are a member for 50 years your dues are free...Jeannie T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Sun, 24 Jan 2010 21:21:22 -0800 "Jen LaBonte" <[email protected]> writes: > Jeannie T. > > I could see how you would want to do that for your husband seeing > that he > was a Past Master Mason. Our wishes right now are to be cremated & > nothing > else done..no services of any kind. ____________________________________________________________ Diet Help Cheap Diet Help Tips. Click here. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/c?cp=cR4bXldDQ5dvBBxGYLn7RQAAJ1BuHtEgYfARCKX2I2eGJBW8AAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYQAAAAAA=

Jen, It was my mother's hat. She was well paid for it. My mother was a perfectionist so it was well made. "Log Cabin" design is avery old one from way, way back. You might find it on Google or some of the sewing and quilting sites, I havent looked. Anyway, you start with a square, the color and size you want to use for the whole quilt. The width of the squares and strips is your choice. I made one with 3 inch squares of the same color I was to use for the backing. I cut the strips of 2 inches. You sew the strips onto the squares, alternating colors as you like. You can sew a long strip putting the squares one after the other, then cut them apart, take another strip and put the squares in line. Do this until you have the size square you want. When you have enough squares then you can sew them together to make you top. The number of squares needed will depend on the size of the squares and how big you want to make the quilt. Hope this makes sense. Belle ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jen LaBonte" <[email protected]> To: <southern-ch[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 8:27 PM Subject: Re: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > Belle, > > You family history is indeed interesting. Your Grandfather's Mason funeral > sounds so nice. My husband has his Mason apron around here but he refuses > to tell me what a person does with it. I would guess that it's for when he > dies. We did not pay his dues this year, so I'm so he will not have a Mason > funeral. > > I take it that it was your Grandmother's hat that got sold by mistake at the > millinery shop? It had to be quite nice & well made for them to sell it. > > What is a 'log cabin' quilt? I enjoy going to some of the quilt shows > around here because many of the women quilt. Don't know if I have seen that > kind before. We have a quilt rack at the bottom of our bed & we have > several quilts on it which were made by relatives in our families. > > Your stories are very enjoyable. Thank you. > > ~J in AZ > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Belle Shepherd" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> > Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2010 4:52 PM > Subject: [SOUTHERN-CHAT] More of Belle's story.. > > > > Grandpa died in May 1925, still in office as Sheriff. He was a Mason > > as were his brothers and father. He was buried with alll lthe Masonic > > honors from his Lodge and a marble slab with the Masonic emblem , name > > and dates covers his grave. Several of his kin are in the same little > > churchyard.Many years before 1925, his ancestors had given the land and a > > sum of money to build the little First Baptist Church in that small > > Community. > > > > Soon after he died rheuncle, wife and daughter moved into their own little > > house not very far away from the big house. One of the cooks went to work > > for another family nearby. Not so many folks coming and going. > > > > Grandma and my mother had little to do about the house so they sewed and > > sewed and shopped and shopped. My mother made many of her own clothes , > > made dresses with matching bloomers for me and little coats with matching > > tams which I hated. I still dislike anything on my head. > > She loved hats and often made her own if she couldn't find a suitable > > one in the few shops around. Those were the days when she and other > > ladies wouldn't leave the house without their hats, purses/handbags and > > gloves. > > On one shopping trip she went into a millenery shop, sat down at one of > > the vanities, removed her hat and gloves, leaving them on the vanity with > > her purse, walked around the shop for sometime checking out what was > > available. She went back to thevanity, the purse and gloves were > > stillthere but her hat (one she had made)was not there. She looked all > > over the shop but couldn't find it, finnally a clerk came up asking what > > was the problem. When told she started shaking and crying and said she > > was so sorry but she had sold my mother's hat. > > > > Grandma sewed and sewed, sometimes clothes for the household help but > > mostly on quilts. She made many in the 'log cabin' pattern. I have one > > unquilted top that she made about 1900. Her brother was a salesnam for a > > mercantile company selling yard goods to stores. He gave Grandma some of > > his sample books which had good sized swatches of materials inthem. She > > used the material samples in her quilts. > > > > Enough for now, > > Best regards to all, > > > > 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