I wonder if it is all over the U.S. now! Cecelia = > We've had it in Missouri for a long time. > > Cecelia wrote: > >>I had heard that Blue Bell had branched out to other places, as well. A >>cousin, last year, told us that they get it in Louisiana.

I had heard that Blue Bell had branched out to other places, as well. A cousin, last year, told us that they get it in Louisiana. It's more like old fashioned ice cream. I loved the Country Vanilla, but they haven't had it here for a while. It's very light and creamy. Next to that is French Vanilla. Regular vanilla is a little bit strong, to me. Love banana pudding, chocolate, strawberries and cream, peaches and cream (tried that with cashews added to it and that is wonderful stuff!), chocolate almond, etc. But, lately, with me, who just has to have some soothing ice cream every evening, and two growing boys in the house, we've been getting H.E.B., Oak Farms, or whatever is on sale in the plastic buckets! Then, I use the buckets for water, when painting, storing art supplies, etc., and give my excess buckets to the art teachers. I know that Blue Bell has chocolate and vanilla in the plastic buckets. One of the art teachers in our art teachers group teaches in Brenham, where Blue Bell originated. I think they have started a festival there in the summer, featuring ice cream. And they have tours of the plant, which the kids from here go to at times. That's pretty country over that way, with Washington-on-the Brazos (where the Texas Declaration of Independence was signed, etc.), Independence, and other early Texas places of interest are located. Lots of Bluebonnets in the spring, and Indian paintbrushes, following the Bluebonnets. Rolling hills along the "Texas Independence Trail". Blue Bell advertises that they eat all they can, then sell the rest! Before Blue Bell, Bordens was the best ice cream around. Glad you enjoyed the stories. The ice cream conversation made me think that I need to draw a picture of the old drugstore where we used to hang out. Sadly, a wall was sagging and instead of fixing it, the city gave it to the person who owned the building next door, with the understanding they would repair it. Instead, that person had the building bulldozed and sold the bricks! It is so upsetting to see that empty spot, right there by the red light! I think I practically lived at, besides the dry goods and grocery stores, the picture show and the drugstore! Cecelia >I am sitting here right now eatin Blue Bell ice cream in Tennessee. 2nd > best here, because I prefer Purity dairies, but buy which ever is on > sale. > Enjoy your stories. > > Ann > >

Do y'all know about the writing technique called "mapping"? I was introduced to that at a writers retreat a few years ago. I've used that in teaching creative writing, journalism, and art, and I use it myself, sometimes without thinking about it. You start by thinking about a place, such as a house that you remember, then you try to focus in on one room of that house. Next, you use a sheet of paper, preferably a large sheet, and try to draw a floorplan of that room. As you begin, you may remember only a few details, but, as you draw, memories just flood in and soon, you can draw the whole house, grounds, and maybe even the neighborhood. You remember little details, stories, people, many that you think you can't possibly remember, although you started with just remembering a tiny bit of that room. I believe that I had used a little of that concept when I would draw, but didn't know what it was called or how it worked, exactly. Also when I would write stories. The first time I did it at the retreat, I thought of my great-grandfather's house where I lived with my parents until I was 3 1/2. My great-grandfather lived downstairs until he died when I was 1. My parents had a little apartment upstairs. A great-uncle lived there, too, but he was distant, and scarey , to me. My mother said he made wine in the basement and, one day, when I found him there, shaving, he chased me out with a straight razor, telling me he was going to cut my curls off. He had a cot there, a shaving stand, a chair, and a radio. He also had a matress on the floor at the end of the hall in a room that was actually the attic. My mother told me that a witch lived down there, so don't go past the bathroom. After the great-uncle died in 1948, the house was rented, and the renters just messed up that house, then it was left in disrepair for years. We went in while it was abandoned, when the town had an old homes tour. The beautiful paneling was gone , the walls had been painted bright turqoise, various colors of shag carpets had been put in, fluroescent lights had been put in, the staircase had been painted. There were burn marks on the hardwood floor. The door was off and screens were hanging. My mother and my aunt were just sick when we went inside. My daughter was small at the time, and she wanted to stay there! She decided that was her home and she didn't want to leave, while I felt so uneasy, I just had to get out of there. My grandfather wanted to sell us the house, when I married, for $1500. We didn't live in that town, and there were no prospects for jobs there. I'm sure he would have given it to us for a wedding present, but he found that a great-uncle, who had no title to the house, had borrowed money from the bank using the house as collateral. My grandfather had to pay it back. That's when he sold the house out of the family. A man bought it for his mother, restored it, sort of, but left off the second floor porches, and things of that sort. He also bought the old hotel and had a dinner theatre and hotel there. Saved the buildings, but used up all his money. Then a couple bought my g-grandfather's house, and made some changes on it. Then a man who was a coach, with a classroom next to mine, bought the house and made some more changes. That couple became friends as the wife was completing her doctorate in Landscape Architecture and I was taking further art classes, also in the Architecture Department. We always shared our old pictures and stories with the owners. But, the last couple didn't care for the people in town, and wanted to shut them out. (It was very closed to "newcomers") So, my friends planted every square inch of the beautiful lawn, with trees and every kind of plant they could find, right to the edge of the street. Then they put up a tall board fence all around the house. Now, all you can see is the weathervane on the top of the house, behind lots of trees. As we "mapped" at the retreat, I started drawing the entry hall, then the next room and the next, until I had done the whole house. I remembered furniture, even little knick knacks, the parlor which my mother had her baby grand piano in, and used for a music room, etc., the way the house was when I was small. I had distinct memories of when my g-grandfather died. I sat in the hall, swinging my feet, looking at my socks and shoes, watching the Grandfather Clock with the little ship on the face, and asking if I couldn't go in and see "Grandpa". The grownups went in, a few at a time, and, when the doctor came, they all went in and told me to wait there. I remember expressions on faces. Well, my father told me that things happened like that, only I was not there at the time. After all, I was only 1 ! He said that I was upstairs in my baby bed. But, when "Grandpa" died, I screamed and screamed. He thought it was Grandpa's spirit telling me goodbye. He had been so crazy about me. As we stopped mapping and started writing, I wrote about the incident I remembered when Grandpa died. I also have done a painting of going walking with Grandpa when I was little, with the house in the background. I distinctly remember, the old man, with the white mustache, taking me walking. He did take an afternoon nap, then a walk, even as he worked until he was age 94. I remember his suit, his hands, his hat, shoes, and the fact that I wore dresses with lace and ruffle, socks with ruffles, and sashes. I thought that I must have a parasol for our walks, so a great-uncle brought me a red parasol from Houston. I guess Grandpa died and we I begged to go on our walks, so, when the great-uncle came, he would take me for walks. He didn't have a mustache. My great-grandfather is the only one who had a white mustache, and looked like the image I have. Again, if I was 1 when he died, I couldn't have gone walking with him. It had to be someone else. But, I am really puzzled about who that could have been. I remember people we stopped and talked to, and even people who did special things for me-like one lady who used to always give me doughnut holes that she had made. I was probably about 2 or 3 when I took the walks I recall. Anyway, from the mapping exercise, so many things came out. If I puzzled about a little part of something, so far, I have been able to find pictures that showed me what something looked like, such as what happened beside a doorway, among my aunt's things. Recently, as I started trying to gather some family history, including pictures of the old homes and businesses, I talked to people who have purchased some of the old family homes. I was describing what one grandfather's house was like originally. I thought, "why don't I just draw it" because the people who "restored" it, changed it around completely. (I know the ladies in my family must be turning over in their graves, as the saying goes, if they knew what has been done to their beloved homes and yards!) I did the mapping thing for homes that I had not seen since I was about 3, and homes that have been torn down, or changed, or abandoned. Have a few more to go. I did floorplans, and, where I don't have a photo, I drew the outside, as well as the yards or grounds. And I've scanned those into my computer My Pictures folders. I also put some of those, along with photos, on a CD, and gave that to the current owners of the homes. I just use copy machine paper, usually, on a clipboard, while I watch tv, then straighten up lines with a ruler later, before I do some shading. So far, I found one mistake in a roofline on the front of a house. I found a part of the house in a photo of a neighboring house, in my aunt's things, and realized that it should be straight across the front, not raised. My sister says she doesn't know how I remember all these things. Of course, I was a little older, so she wouldn't remember as much. But, I think the idea of mapping is most helpful. At our retreat, we had writers, of all levels, who claimed they were not artists and couldn't draw. But, the idea is not to draw particularly well, it is to make you use a different side of your brain, and remember. I think we used large sheets of construction paper, and markers. Working large like that helps to free things. And, also, if you switch hands, and try to draw with the hand you normally don't use for writing/drawing, you will soon free a lot of things within you. I thought that some of you might like to try this, then write down those memories. People are thinking of memories, now, and I hope you are writing these things down, along with recipes, and adding in pictures. My mother, before she died, painted some memories of things like the May Pole at her school, dinner on the ground, flea markets, children going to a little church in my hometown, picking grapes, and those were very popular. She was getting ready for her first big one woman show at Baylor University when she died rather suddenly at age 68. The museum director said he thought she was one of the finest Primitive painters in the United States. So, she had a houseful of paintings, most of them unfinished. But, she did beautiful portraits, flowers, still lifes, that she was most proud of. I've been drawing memories, too. We will have our all school reunion in a couple of weeks, and I've been thinking of pictures for years. Mostly just sketches and watercolors too. I have stacks of canveses and new oil paint and brushes, sitting beside me, but, so far, I'm finishing up watercolors of my experiences with wet macular degeneration, what I envisioned when my grandparents would sing the old songs, my grandparents and my mother and her sister sitting around on a Saturday night, "jammin' ", with grandpa on fiddle, mama and her sister playing piano, and grandma playing the musical saw, and me sitting on grandpa's foot playing "Ride the Horsie" and trying to sing along with them. Also did Grandpa baking pies and biscuits in our kitchen, while he sang songs like "Billy Boy" and "Froggy Went A Courtin' ". The conversation about biscuits made me think of Grandpa, as he seemed to be the cook in the family. My dad was so thrilled when Grandpa came for a long visit, because Grandpa was up before dawn every morning, making biscuits, coffee, doughnuts, always a big breakfast. And my dad did love those biscuits. And I loved the pies, cakes and cookies, doughnuts, hot cakes, etc. I would sit with Grandpa, who never really talked, but did sing a lot, during breakfast, trying to not worry about having to go to school, which I could see from the window. Grandpa would have his teeth in his pocket, and pour his coffee from his cup into his saucer, and drink from the saucer. There was a "Breakfast Club" radio program, and a farm program, on the radio in the morning, from Dallas. I remember hearing "When it's roundup time in Texas" on the radio, and the part about drinking coffee from a can and bacon sizzling, always seemed to fit in with breakfast with Grandpa. I was so amazed when I went to Camp Fire Girls camp, and we camped outside one night. The next morning, the counselors had us fix breakfast over the camp fire, in coffee cans. They had coffee for themselves, and the bacon and eggs were sizzling. I thought of the song then, too. I sort of continue that tradition as my youngest grandson always has anxiety about going to school. He has improved over the years. But, I try to get up, fix breakfast for him, sit down and eat with him, and just calmly talk about things, or just watch "Spongebob" with him, and talk about that. It seems to help him face the day better, to start off calmly like that. The last week, though, he didn't want to eat in the morning. I tell him he must have some gasoline for his engine, and at least drink some juice. (I couldn't eat, either, and have to rush off to school or work. Toast or a pop tart while I drove to work was about all I could manage in more recent years. Then a butterscotch candy or an M&M was all I had time for at lunch time. I was too rushed, and too anxious to eat. Then had a late supper when I got home, usually really late at night. ) I've been told that I should start a blog and put my pictures and my stories on there. I didn't think they were that unusual, but I did think of putting the paintings of Macular Degeneration on a blog. Maybe I should do the stories and pictures, too. I think I can figure out how to do a blog, but, I wanted to get a separate e-mail address first. I thought I might do something like that for my mother's art work. It always pleased her when someone enjoyed her work. As it is, it is just sitting in a store room, and I have another store room full of my art work and writing, books, and art supplies. I thought I might donate my mother's art work to either Baylor, or to A&M, which is closer to where she lived. But, again, it might just be kept in storage. Not out where people could enjoy it. Someone bought my grandfather's old dry goods store in my hometown, and has opened a gallery and pottery studio there. He mentioned having a corner of our family art work there, so we could put some things there. Not sure, but we need to do something to share it. I do enjoy hearing everyone's stories. Someone should be doing a book! Cecelia in Texas Something that my grandmother (who was from Cannon County) made, and my mother also made, was the fried cornbread with white cornmeal. Also potato pancakes, which looked a lot like the fried cornbread, to me, but it was made with mashed potatoes. I've never been able to get mine to come out right. Such basic simple things that people always made, and they don't work, for me! About the only thing I remember my Cannon County grandmother making was short elbow macaroni, with tomatoes and onions. But she spent a lot of time working in the garden, until it got hot each day. I guess that Grandpa did most of the cooking. I did a picture of my grandmother, my mother and her sister, sitting at the table, after a meal, talking, and waiting to see which one would get the best part of the canned tomatoes, the last part of the juice with the seeds! My mother made "goolaush" with ground meat, tomatoes, onions, and water, a little salt and pepper. That was one of our family staples. When things were in season, we would have fried okra with it, fried corn bread, corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes. In the winter, we usually just had the goolaush and white bread or french fries. > Hi Everyone, > > I have enjoyed you'll stories about "Homemade Biscuits and butter". My > grandmother and Mother used to make their own biscuits, and churn their > own butter.When i was growing up, it was homemade biscuits for > breakfast, homemade cornbread for dinner and supper. Does anyone ever make > homemake Kraut anymore? My grand mothe made it every spring, when they > lived on the farm. You'll are bringing back some "GOOD OLD MEMORIES". > > Frances TX >

Thank you very much for the information, Jane! I am at work right now, and most of my info is at home, but I did see a Parilee Hayes married to an Alfred Hancock in my database. On the other hand, other Blair family members told me that there was a Parilee Blair (AKA Samantha Lurly Parilee Blair) who was the daughter of Jonathan Tipton Blair (1832-1901) and Ann Elizabeth York (1843-1914) and that she married Alfred Monroe Hancock (1870-1927), the son of Richard Monroe Hancock (1838-1871) and Cyntha E. Hancock (1836-1873) and the grandson of Alfred Lewis Hancock, and Eliza/Elizabeth Blair. Now I'm confused! I wonder if I typed this into my database wrong! I hope I'll be able to check this week. - Heather http://hblair.uchicago.edu/ On Sun, 27 May 2007, Garey Brown wrote: > Heather, > > I have a great-aunt, Parilee Hayes, who married Alfred Hancock. > However, they didn't have any children. But, if you don't have it > already, here is some info, from the 1910 census . > > 1910 US Census for TN, Cannon County, SD 5, ED 32, stamped #, 117, > sheet 10A., lines 24-27 > > > BLAIR, Anna E. Head, white, ffemale, age 67, widowed, 10 children, 5 > living, born NC, father b. NC, Mother b. US > Hancock, Parliee, daughter, female, white, 37, married, no > children, b. TN, both parents b. TN > Hancock, Alfred, son-in-law*, 39, married, b. TN, father b. TN, > mother b. NC, farmer > Haye, Houston*, Grandson, white, male, age 4, b. TN. > > On the line above Anna, there is a Blair, Sam J, who is living with > Willie J Arnette and his wife Mary. He is their nephew. I can't > make out the age -- looks like a star. > > * The census taker has put arrows reversing the relationship of > Alfred Hancock and Paralee to Anna Blair. Alfred is the son, and > Parilee is the son(daughter)-in-law. I don't know why Anna's name is > given as Blair instead of Hancock. > Houston Haye was John Houston HAYES, the youngest son of my > grandfather's brother, Isaac Lee Hayes, and his first wife, Del Tina > (Deltina) Blair. I don't have any info on who Del Tina's parents > were. But certainly there is a link between the Hayes/Hancock and > Blair families. John Houston Hayes was raised by Parilee and Alfred > Hancock. I will look over the information on that line (which was > sent to me by Isaac Lee's granddaughter) and see if there is any more > info on the Blair/Hancock families. > > Jane Brown > Fredericksburg, TX > (I think we've corresponded before) > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to TNCANNON-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

No, Joe's is owned by a Randall Barrett. I know Joe and Bonita and go to church with their daughter, Sandy. Joe works for the Cannon County Sherriff's Dept. I see him often. Haven't seen Bonita in sometime. Fine people. Linda Gilley King of Woodbury, TN ----- Original Message ----- From: Kevin Morgan <retread2006@sbcglobal.net> To: tncannon@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [TNCANNON] A Big Thank You! Date: Mon, 28 May 2007 19:21:10 -0700 (PDT) >Well, can't be too bad if they offered some Red Eye Gravy >!! > I wonder if Joe's is owned by Joe Wimberly ?? He married >my first cousin, Bonita. Haven't seen them in 30 years >though. > I will be down there sometime. > I want pictures > Kevin Morgan > >------------------------------- >To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >TNCANNON-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >without the quotes in the subject and the body of the >message

You can get butter with or without salt. I usually get Land O Lakes in the grocery store. It was really sweet and creamy, but, recently, it seems like it is a bit flat-not sweet or as creamy anymore. I gave up margarine and went back to real butter some years ago. Never did like margarine. Of course, growing up, we had butter that came from my great-uncle's grocery store, or from a lady who we bought milk from out in the country. Butter in the store was purchased from local people, of course, who made butter. Milk came from a local dairy. Actually, margarine came into use when I was a kid during the War. My grandmother had it for Sunday dinner, with all the family around. It was white, and they had to add the yellow into it. I always thought it was like putting a big spoon of Crisco in my mouth. The grownups said we would get used to it, and we had to do it for the boys overseas. I never got used to it. I thought that the taste of the milk, and butter, varied somewhat, depending on what the cows ate. If they got into bitterweed or sour grass, it affected the taste of the milk. I remember milk not being available when I was growing up, from time to time, because the cows had gotten into bitterweed, and the milk was dumped because it was bitter. There is a place near Brenham, Texas, that makes ice cream. They are just starting to branch out to other states. That is Blue Bell, and it is wonderful ice cream. They show pictures of Belle, the cow, out in a field of Bluebonnets, singing, and they talk about it being the best ice cream in the country, and how Belle and the other cows are so contented, singing away, and eat the best grass. They started as a dairy, long ago. They said that they dropped butter and milk sales and changed over to just making ice cream. Sure is good stuff! Anybody remember the Borden cows? I was fascinated with Elmer and Daisy, when we used to see them at the State Fair of Texas. I'm sure they traveled around the country, with their "home". I'm afraid that KFC won't be as good, when they change the kind of grease it is fried in. The very best fried chicken is in Hearne, Texas at a little place near the high school. I think it is called Chick Express. I had lots of students that worked there. Never could figure out why that chicken is so much better than everywhere else. Big pieces, and so juicy and tender, that the juice just runs down your arm as you eat it. Wonderful crust that is not too hard and crisp. I've tried all kinds of tricks to make it, but I just can't make it the same. That is a nearby town, where I used to work. They opened a branch here, and it was good for the first month, after that, the food was horrible and the health department kept giving them bad scores for spoiled food, etc. Now it is a Chinese food place. Two more places have opened that have a similar recipe as the place in Hearne, but their chicken is on the dry side. My grandsons love it, though. Of course, they didn't have all that good chicken we used to eat almost daily. My school didn't have a cafeteria when I started teaching in that town, so everyone either brought lunch, or went out to eat. Not easy to do with just 30 minutes for lunch, and you have to drive there and back! My room was an old ag shop out from the main building. So, at lunch time, some kids would go pick up lunch, bring it back, eat in there, and talk out their problems. Usually lunch was a snack pack of chicken. When my daughter was born, we hired a woman to cook and clean for a while. She had cooked in a restaurant and she showed me how to make fried chicken with a lot of crust. But, it still wasn't the best tasting of chicken. It was good, but not exactly the best flavor. Could have something to do with the chicken, too, and what they were fed. I'm always concerned about the "fresh" meat we get in a lot of places. They cut out personnel to work in the butcher sections and bring in frozen stuff, from goodness knows where, and thaw it out and sell it as fresh. I know that can't be really safe, or the best quality. In my home county, Robertson county, Texas, the land is pretty flat, with some very low, rolling hills. There is one little bump on the horizon, west of the Brazos River (actually it is in Milam county), that is called Sugar Loaf Mountain. The story goes that gold was hidden in little caves in the mountain. So, over the years, people have gone to the mountain, exploring, picnicing, and digging for gold. People were reluctant to look because there are supposed to be rattle snakes in the caves. I've been told that a group formed to try to save the "mountain". The last people who bought it, brought in heavy equipment and dug away the back side of the mountain, trying to find that gold. I don't know if there ever was gold, or if it was just a story. I did a painting of Sugar Loaf Mountain, just in case, some day, someone digs away our "mountain", trying to find the gold that probably never was. Reminds me of the old Glenn Ford movie about the Lost Dutchman Mine. Cecelia > Does anyone in Middle TN still make their own butter ? My Aunt in Bedford > County, TN use to churn her own from fresh milk way back when. It had a > unique taste, probably because of no salt. She would roll it up in a small > ball and put it in cheese cloth. She would always send us home some when > we visited. > A little question for those who live down that way. Between Murfressboro > and Shelbyville on US 231, there is a Big Hill. My aunt said it was called > Signal Mountain. I think it had a laarge tower on it when I was young. My > aunt said a neighbor of hers in the 1950's who was in her 90's, said her > father owned a part of the land below it during the War. Said some troops > had came through there with a wagon loaded with silver. When they thought > they would be attacked soon, the Commander ordered the silver to be buried > on the mountain. The residents were kept away while this was being done. > Has anyone ever heard of this Story also ? > Kevin Morgan

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I would love to help do this.I have 3-4 cemeterys close by.

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I would have given anything to be there in hopes to find out more about my Lemmons family (actually my husband's) and meet all of the great people that I have talked to through this list. I would also have loved to have been able to see the cemetery where all of my Gilley's are buried. Maybe someday I will be able to make the trip from Texas! Julie ************************************** See what's free at http://www.aol.com.

My dad was crazy about homemade biscuits. He sold insurance, at one point in his life, and had to go around collecting the money. Nearly every house, would give him homemade biscuits. By supper time, he wasn't so hungry. My mother would be so angry because he didn't want the big meals she cooked for him when he got home! But, as sure as she would fix a small supper, he would be starving and had not had any biscuits. Sometimes because she had been so mad the night before when he wouldn't eat much! We had to make biscuits in our freshman homemaking class. That is hilarious. I was terrified to strike a match and light the oven, or even the little gas hotplates we used. When I was 4, I was playing with candles, had a tea party for my dolls, and caught my dress on fire. I was scared of matches and fire of any kind after that. So, I was more concerned about lighting the oven, than how my biscuits came out. In our class of 8 girls, everyone's biscuits came out different. Some came out flat and crisp, like crackers. Others, rose so tall, they fell over! In my same pan, I had some that came out just right, some flat as crackers, and some that rose so tall they fell over like a slinky! We had to memorize the recipe, had tests on it, etc. I thought I would never forget that recipe, but I have. Maybe it's just as well since my biscuits came out so funny! However, other girls used it and it worked just fine for them over the years. And then there was the time when we had to make eggs. We each took a different recipe to make and there was one girl more than the teacher had recipes for. She had been helping in the cafeteria so missed out. The teacher took her to the cafeteria and got her something "special" to make. This was about in 1950, remember. Well, we made scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs, fried, etc. But my cousin Doris had the most questionable eggs. The teacher brought her a big can, like popcorn comes in now, or potato chips used to come in, from the cafeteria. In it were government supplies for the cafeteria, which were basically war surplus. My cousin got to make powdered eggs. Well, that should have been alright, as they were using these in the cafeteria food. But, this can was left over from the War. The eggs were green. So we had green scrambled eggs long before we ever heard of "Green Eggs and Ham". Talk about some girls trying to sneak their food into the trash can any way we could! We were "required" to eat everything we cooked, but we were all willing to take an F rather than eat those awful looking eggs. The "cook", my cousin, did eat her's while the teacher was watching her, but the rest of us sneaked ours into the trashcan, then ran out of the room, leaving my poor cousin alone with the teacher, and having to eat her whole serving of green eggs. She said they weren't that bad, if you didn't look at them. Oh, my. I don't care that much for biscuits. But I do like to put them into boiling liquids (like soup or gravy) and use them for dumplings. I think it is the baking soda in the biscuits that I don't care for. They have a bit of a sour taste to them, that I'm not wild about. I like rolls much better. My daughter picked up some Churches fried chicken the other day, with biscuits with honey butter on top. Couldn't taste the honey, but it made the biscuits hard on top. The chicken wasn't very good, and had really small pieces. (Churches used to have huge pieces with lots of batter.) But, the worst was the mashed potatoes. Don't know if they used spoiled milk or sour cream in them, but we threw them away. One thing I really don't like is the change in the "grease" companies are doing. I haven't tasted Kentucky Fried Chicken yet, but I'll bet it is awful. At lunch, I usuall make a sandwich and have some Lay's Wavey sour cream and onion potato chips, or plain chips. Now, here, in Texas, anyway, they have started using sunflower oil to cook in. That stuff is awful! The only chips they aren't putting it in are Cheetos, so far. The "new" chips taste like greasey cardboard, with a little salt. They are hard and dry. I can't chew them for anything without soaking them in soup! I guess I am going to have to fry my own potatoes in Crisco, if I want some potatoes with my sandwich! 8>)) Companies should give us a choice, if we want to eat their nasty health food or if we want the real stuff. I believe I read an article about the need to go back to using the real sugar, instead of this fructose stuff. They said it isn't as good for you as first believed, and it is making prices go up due to corn shortages. I think that was online, if I remember correctly. Well, hooray for Pioneer Biscuit Mix, and refrigerated biscuits. Wish I could find some good old dewberry jelly to go with them! Love those dewberries, but no one goes out to pick them and sell them anymore. I had a lot in my yard, but I wasn't about to put my hand in those weeds to pick them. I got 4 berries this year, about 4 last year. Well, that's enough to use in painting a picture! But sure would like some good dewberry jelly and cobbler! Cecelia in Texas > Put Joe's Menu online and lets see what they have ? > I want a Cathead Biscuit !! Never figured on how to make them. Biscuits > have been my downfall in cooking. Then I eat them and my sugar goes to 400 > ! > Kevin Morgan >

Thanks for the notice that people that did not attend missed a good time. Hope it helps for next year. Glad we met. Peggy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Wayne & Carol Russell" <nwcrsl@bellsouth.net> To: <tncannon@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, May 28, 2007 6:29 PM Subject: [TNCANNON] A Big Thank You! >I want to say a big "Thank You!" to Peggy Tate and the others who helped >put > together the Cannon County Family History Care & Share Days!! I was there > on both Saturday and today at the Adams Memorial Library in Woodbury and I > had a wonderful time. There were lots of folks there researching several > different families and sharing information. I made some new friends and I > can now put faces with many of the names I see on this list. We had a > good > time sharing names, dates, stories and pictures. A dozen or more of us > went > to Joe's for lunch both days and had some great food (much better than > Krystals or White Castles, Kevin!). They even offered to make Joe Sissom > some red eye gravy! Those of you who weren't able to come sure missed a > great time. We're already talking about making it an annual event and I > hope many more folks will come next year. It was great! > > > > Thanks again, Peggy! > > Carol Russell > > Nashville, TN > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > TNCANNON-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > --- avast! Antivirus: Outbound message clean. Virus Database (VPS): 000745-1, 05/28/2007 Tested on: 5/28/2007 8:10:01 PM avast! - copyright (c) 1988-2007 ALWIL Software. http://www.avast.com

American Legion. I voluteer each year to help put them on our Soldier's Graves at local cemeteries. I have a bad leg and bad eyes, but I feel it is the least I can do for them. Kevin

Linda, That is Great !! Bonita's mother was Georgia Azzaline Morgan Hale. Married to John Hale last. Lived up off of Hale Rd near a lumber company south of Smithville. Azzalin's first husband was Willie Thompson of Cannon County. My mother sia dthey lived somewhere south of Woodbury. Mom said he was the nicest guy you can ever meet ! Died sometime around 1948. Mom said he just fell over dead. Was not very old. Bonita had a brother named David Claudie Thompson. He died young. If you see Sandy, tell her Hey !! Kevin Morgan

Too short a notice, maybe let everyone know earlier next year. I had put flags all weekend on Patriot's Graves. A job I appreciated. Kevin

Well, can't be too bad if they offered some Red Eye Gravy !! I wonder if Joe's is owned by Joe Wimberly ?? He married my first cousin, Bonita. Haven't seen them in 30 years though. I will be down there sometime. I want pictures Kevin Morgan

I want to say a big "Thank You!" to Peggy Tate and the others who helped put together the Cannon County Family History Care & Share Days!! I was there on both Saturday and today at the Adams Memorial Library in Woodbury and I had a wonderful time. There were lots of folks there researching several different families and sharing information. I made some new friends and I can now put faces with many of the names I see on this list. We had a good time sharing names, dates, stories and pictures. A dozen or more of us went to Joe's for lunch both days and had some great food (much better than Krystals or White Castles, Kevin!). They even offered to make Joe Sissom some red eye gravy! Those of you who weren't able to come sure missed a great time. We're already talking about making it an annual event and I hope many more folks will come next year. It was great! Thanks again, Peggy! Carol Russell Nashville, TN

Cousins and Friends, I want to add my thanks to Carol and Wayne's and compliment the Staff and volunteers of Adams Library in Woodbury for their cooperation and assistance in the act of facilitating the act of researching various families. I took several photos and will advise the list of the URL as soon as I can get home, download the pics and post them. (This due to the several requests of a short representation of the activities.) Thanks also to the many researchers who were willing to review and share information about their families. Finally, thanks for the great fellowship. John Sissom Kokomo, Indiana John D. Sissom johnsissom@sbcglobal.net sola fida

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