Thanks I think it may be an error on Anna Belle Graham's death record. (It sure wouldn't be the first one I've found) I believe she was born in Warren Co VA, not Clarke Co. Annabelle Mauck Graham died in Ranson WV (Jefferson Co) My grandmother's brother, John Hamilton Henry and his wife Dora Robinson Henry lived on 10th Ave in Ranson. Dora Robinson was the D/O Daniel Robinson and Nancy Vermillion. John and Dora came from Warren Co VA to Jefferson Co WV. John Hamilton Henry's sister, was my grandmother Emma Wilson Henry. Emma married James William Mauck. Annabelle Mauck Graham would have been James William Mauck's Aunt. Annabelle Mauck's husband was Robert Graham born 1868 in MD, Robert Graham's parents were J.L Graham born in MD and Barbara Vermillion Born in VA. ----- Original Message ----- From: Shirley Starks<mailto:[email protected]> To: [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2007 11:24 AM Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Mauck I checked the only two Clarke Co, VA books I have for the following names: Sources / Books: 1) Annals of Clarke Co, VA by Stuart E Brown, Jr 2) Some old Families of Clarke County, Virginia, by Lorraine F Myers & Stuart E Brown, Jr. Graham: None found Mauck: None found Hoffman from Source #2: Pg 131 - 132 & pg 381 The references are so oblique, I doubt they would help. Pgs 131 - 132: Though indexed for Hoffman, I could not find the name. Sorry, its surely there; but I keep missing it. Pg 381: (31181) Garlena Wiley, m, 1) ________ Westmoreland; m, 2) ____________Hoffman >I need info on Anna Belle Mauck > Born Oct 22, 1870, Died Dec 14, 1933 > D/O William Mauck and Mary Hoffman > Married, Robert Graham. No marriage date, (that may be in Clarke Co??) > > > I believe this Anna Belle Mauck is my greatgrandfather's sister, He was > William H. Mauck. > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.503 / Virus Database: 269.17.4/1189 - Release Date: > 12/18/2007 9:40 PM > > ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thank You much. None are the Anna Belle Mauck Graham I'm searching. Anna Belles Husband, Robert Graham was born in MD in 1868. He was the S/O J.L Graham and Barbara Vermillion. I believe Annabelle was the D/O William Franklin Mauck and Mary Jane Hoffman both born in Shenandoah Co. ----- Original Message ----- From: [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> To: [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2007 5:08 PM Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Mauck There a 3 Graham obits Annie d 1948 DC Jennie E d 1930 WV Ruth Cleveland 1973 Strasburg . Jennie E parents were Joseph and Catherine Feller Marshall . Jennie sister was Ann Rebecca Marshall Hollar sister of my wife's grandmother, Dunnie Catherine Hollar Emswiller Ruth is of interest to she has a sister Mary Stalcup . That family goes back to Old Frederick and Hampshire Co and Capon Valley and Houghlands. Cornelius Houghland and Anna Stalcop m 1796 would been my great grandmother great grand parents **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004<http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004>) ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected]<mailto:[email protected]> with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I checked the only two Clarke Co, VA books I have for the following names: Sources / Books: 1) Annals of Clarke Co, VA by Stuart E Brown, Jr 2) Some old Families of Clarke County, Virginia, by Lorraine F Myers & Stuart E Brown, Jr. Graham: None found Mauck: None found Hoffman from Source #2: Pg 131 - 132 & pg 381 The references are so oblique, I doubt they would help. Pgs 131 - 132: Though indexed for Hoffman, I could not find the name. Sorry, its surely there; but I keep missing it. Pg 381: (31181) Garlena Wiley, m, 1) ________ Westmoreland; m, 2) ____________Hoffman >I need info on Anna Belle Mauck > Born Oct 22, 1870, Died Dec 14, 1933 > D/O William Mauck and Mary Hoffman > Married, Robert Graham. No marriage date, (that may be in Clarke Co??) > > > I believe this Anna Belle Mauck is my greatgrandfather's sister, He was > William H. Mauck. > > ------------------------------- > 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 > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.503 / Virus Database: 269.17.4/1189 - Release Date: > 12/18/2007 9:40 PM > >

Hi there, This morning at the Bible Study at the Antioch Church of the Brethren here near Woodstock our homework was to tell about folks who were our strongest Christian influences. The first one that came to mind was my Aunt Isabel Ritenour, one of my mom's older sisters. I mentioned her earlier in my "Fort Valley Baking Memories" and about her being like a grandmother to me. She and Uncle Clyde had two sons who were older than I was. Uncle Clyde worked evenings and nights at the Shenandoah Publishing House in Strasburg leaving my aunt alone in the evenings. I was the nearest she had to a daughter. I would go with Aunt Izzie in the winter evenings when she lit her lantern and went out to the barn to milk her Holstein cow. Sometimes, she called the cow, "Daisy", and sometimes, "Betsy". Don't ask me why........maybe the cow was schizophrenic?!? LOL At least she gave good milk. Aunt Izzie had tons of cow and chicken feed in the pretty print feedsacks. She had a chicken yard and so many interesting things. The horehound plants grew there, and she knew a lot about nature. She loved to garden and grow flowers. She had tons of houseplants, too, like I do. Aunt Izzie did other interesting things. She was an educator and the principal at the Fort Valley Elementary School. I didn't attend her school because I had to ride old Bus #35 out of the Fort to Strasburg because we lived in the lower end, and that's the way things were. However, Aunt Izze included me often, and she would take me to PTA meetings or whatever was going on at the little school in the Fort in the evenings. She also took me along to VBS at her church. It was the Trinity Brethren Church there at Dry Run which was very near the Seven Fountains. It was a bit more progressive than the Oak Hill Church of the Brethren where I attended on Sundays with my folks. We didn't have VBS there. Aunt Izzy directed the Bible School at Trinity. She lined us kids up outside, and we marched inside the church singing "Onward Christian Soldiers" while my cousin, Rosalie Clem, played the piano. There was a pump organ there, too, and Aunt Isa played it. Since VBS was in the summertime we played outside around the church, too. Some of us kids would go to the little bridge there over Dry Run and look for crayfish, minnows, and snakes. Those are some of my happiest memories. I got a feel for crafts there, too, as we made little name tags out of wood and used plastic wood to hold the safety pins on the back. Then we would go over to Wes Ritenour's store and eat Popsicles. I spent a lot of time at my aunt's house and she always said that she was "piddlin". I love to "piddle" with her!!! Sometimes, she sewed with her pretty print feedsacks, or would sit there and crochet while I played on the floor going through her button box. She had chicken rings in there, and I would wear them for rings on my fingers. She had a wonderful organ room where I could play around and "piddle" with the organ. The sofa and chair in there were burgundy in color, and I still savor that color using it in my home a bit. She always had lots of neat things sitting around in there and on the walls. She would buy things from salesmen who came around. I loved the pretty blue signs with the silver writing on. One said, "JESUS NEVER FAILS". Later, Aunt Izzie taught at the Sandy Hook School in Strasburg when it first opened. Upon retiring she taught Weekday Religious Education in the Shenandoah County Schools before it was "outlawed". What an inspiration she was!!! She had electric lights on her Christmas tree, too. We couldn't have them at home. Mom said that we would burn the house down!!!! Goodnight and GOD Bless. Nancy December 19, 2007 "Shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life......." Phil 2:15, 16 NIV

Thanks Nancy, That was so sweet of you to share. Gloria B. **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004)

There a 3 Graham obits Annie d 1948 DC Jennie E d 1930 WV Ruth Cleveland 1973 Strasburg . Jennie E parents were Joseph and Catherine Feller Marshall . Jennie sister was Ann Rebecca Marshall Hollar sister of my wife's grandmother, Dunnie Catherine Hollar Emswiller Ruth is of interest to she has a sister Mary Stalcup . That family goes back to Old Frederick and Hampshire Co and Capon Valley and Houghlands. Cornelius Houghland and Anna Stalcop m 1796 would been my great grandmother great grand parents **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004)

Saturday evening we headed to Shepherdstown, WV for my great niece's wedding. The weather forecast was for a winter storm warning with freezing rain and sleet to begin about six pm. We arrived in the quaint university town about that time while the roads were still dry. The wedding was to start at half past six. Finally, we found a place to park and walked back up the street beside of Shepherd University to the stately St. Peters Lutheran Church perched on the corner of King and High Streets. What a magnificent site for a wedding!!! We recognized some of our relatives and friends as we entered the church. Talked briefly with my sister and others waiting in the room to the right with the groom, his family and some of the groomsmen. Then the ushers took us to our seats. The inside of the church was similar to the Woodstock Methodist church, but seemed far off in a magical dream in a distant land. Felt like we were in a cathedral in Austria with the large organ and entire wall of pipes. Poinsettias adorned the church which was lit elegantly with candlelight. The wedding colors were red and silver. The wedding party starting down the aisle. The maid of honor, Amy's older sister, Jennifer, wore a strapless dark red gown as did the bridesmaids. I think Jay, the groom, was wearing a silver vest, and the groomsmen all wore red vests with their tuxedos. Finally, our precious Amy, entered the sanctuary on her dad's arm in a strapless white gown trimmed in dark red. The soloist sang, "Tell Me Why", one of the first songs that all of us 4-Hers learned at camp. That's where Amy and Jay met several years ago. The soloist is a retired extension agent and friend of the couple. He sang "Today" while Jay and Amy lit the unity candle. That is "their song" from 4-H camp, too. I thought I was hearing John Denver singing, "Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries, Ill drink your sweet wine................................." Amy graduated from Shepherd University with her degree in nursing, and works in the OB Dept of the nearby Jefferson Memorial Hospital. Jay is in the dairy business on his family farm after graduating from WVU. Both are doing what they love. They already have their new home built on five acres in Jefferson County, and will be living in it following their return from honeymooning in Jamaica. After the wedding we left the church and rode down through the center of town on the way to the reception at the fire hall. The shops on German Street were outlined with clear Christmas lights, and had elegant window displays. We felt like we were in another time. It resembled a magical miniature Christmas village of long, long ago. At the fire hall we met up with the rest of the folks. Then we mingled with other guests and drank punch and ate the munchies. After the wedding party arrived we had a wonderful buffet meal with ham and roast beef. Wonderful food and wonderful fellowship, but the weather wasn't so wonderful. It had started raining and the temperature was dropping. We decided we needed to leave. We stayed long enough to have some of the wedding cake and to watch the couple dancing. We said our goodbyes, got a silver Christmas ornament from one of the trees, and headed home. The rain was heavy. Then it was turning to ice. The antenna was iced over and finally the rain turned to sleet. We got home by the skin of our teeth and the grace of GOD. The road, trees, and ground were covered with glistening ice crystals. Indeed, it was a magical evening. It was almost heaven.........West VA. :) The bed never felt so good. We got a good nite's sleep and woke up Sunday morning to a Winter Wonderland. The trees were still completely iced, but the roads were thawing out. So, we were able to go to worship service at church. Afterwards, we rode to Woodstock for a bite of lunch. The sun was shining on the ice covered trees of the Massanutten Mountains in the Edinburg Gap. The mountain and sky never looked so glorious. What a winter wonderland to behold!!! The valley is lovely in all seasons, but never more beautiful than Saturday night in a storybook wedding and on Sunday when the mountains glistened. The weekend was what dreams are made of. Just wanted to share with you all. Love, Nancy

I need info on Anna Belle Mauck Born Oct 22, 1870, Died Dec 14, 1933 D/O William Mauck and Mary Hoffman Married, Robert Graham. No marriage date, (that may be in Clarke Co??) I believe this Anna Belle Mauck is my greatgrandfather's sister, He was William H. Mauck.

Hi People have been sharing their memories of a couple decades ago. I just wanted to mention that you don't have to be grandparents to have memories to share. I lost all of my grandparents before I graduated from high school so I love the old tales. But the other ones are cool, also. If you grew up in the 50s, and were a girl, did you wear the poodle skirts? the capris and have your hair in a ponytail? a guy, did you dress like Fonzy in Happy Days? What music did you listen to? Chuck Berry? Elvis Presley? musicals like my mom?? What type of cars did you drive? did your friends have? Motorcycle? the 60s - did you listen to the Beatles? Doobie Brothers? the Doors? Did you go see them? What was the first concert you went to? Flower Child? Friends that were? Do a roadtrip with your best buddies? Drive in movies? and of course the cars :) The Vietnam War... the 70s - did you wear satin pants?? come on... did you?? listen to disco? or maybe punk? or Fleetwood Mac? Pink Floyd? the Who? Bread? Abba? the Carpenters like my cousin? the Beach Boys? Studio 54? or a club like it? these are things that make history come alive for us when we find it in the distant past, but we have the recent past that we have experienced... so share, if you feel you can or want to. sometimes the little ones forget to ask (I had no idea I wasn't going to have them around and was too young to know what to ask). Nothing is certain, so share... My uncle was a POW for all of the Korean War, I thought I would ask him what it was like one Thanksgiving, ...I got a 30minute lecture on how he had to eat his poo and drink his __, so needless to say I never asked again. There IS a thing as TMI (too much information). I was in high school at the time and realize there are things that cause too much hurt, but if you feel like sharing... there is almost always a willing ear to hear it, and if you don't, it's all good we love you. Julie Merry Christmas Julie Irvine, CA --------------------------------- Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search.

> Hi there, and thanks for the info about the book. > Thanks, too, for the website (dmkheritage.com). > > The Shenandoah County Library has a copy of the book in the > Shenandoah > Room. What a wealth of knowledge in that room!!! > > Shenandaoh Pioneers and their Descendants > A History of Frederick County, Virginia > T.K. Cartmell > > Imprint: Winchester, VA: Eddy Press Corporation 1909 > Subject: History -- Frederick County, VA. > Subject: History -- Shenandoah County, VA. > Subject: Shenandoah County (Va.) -- History. > Subject: Shenandoah County -- Genealogy > > Shen. Rm Nonfiction AR 975.59 CAR Non-Checkout > > > > This info made me think about THE FAMILY TREE WORKSHOP which was > taught at the county library in October. Archivist, Jean Martin, gave us > a > printout entitled WHAT COUNTY IS THIS? > > It shows that Shenandoah County is located in the Shenandoah Valley > which is part of The Great Valley of Virginia. > > Shenandoah County began as part of Orange County. > > Augusta County was created in 1738. (Frederick County was formed at > the same time. Together they included all the land west of the Blue Ridge > Mountains.) > > Dunmore County, created in 1772. > Name changed to Shenandoah County in 1777. > > You probably knew that information. Just adding as a refresher. > > > > Going Ons at the County Library this week: > > 1. Join the Shenandoah County Library and Shenandoah County Parks and > Recreation in welcoming Mrs. Santa Claus to the library on Wednesday, > December 12th at 10:30 a.m. > > 2. Quilt Show and Demonstration on Thursday 13 4-7 pm. Come out to > the library and see the work of the "Loose Threads" quilting club! Club > members will be displaying their work and will answer questions about > their > quilts or quilting techniques. Check out a book on quilting while you're > here! (I don't think I belong to this quilting club even though I have a > few things LOOSE!!!) > > > Hope to see some of you there!!! > Nancy Shrum, a FRIEND of the library > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Sunday, December 09, 2007 3:02 AM > Subject: VASHENAN Digest, Vol 2, Issue 215 > > >> >> >> Today's Topics: >> >> 1. Re: Brown Inquiry (RUTH HENRY) >> 2. Shenandoah Valley Pioneers (Doris Christian) >> >> Message: 2 >> Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2007 22:12:37 -0600 >> From: Doris Christian <[email protected]> >> Subject: [VASHENAN] Shenandoah Valley Pioneers >> To: [email protected], [email protected], >> [email protected] >> Message-ID: <[email protected]> >> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=WINDOWS-1252; format=flowed >> >> Shenandoah Valley Pioneers and Their Descendants >> >> A History of Frederick County, Virginia >> >> From its Formation in 1738 to 1908 >> >> Compiled Mainly from Original Records of Old >> >> Frederick County, now Hampshire, Berkeley, >> >> Shenandoah, Jefferson, Hardy, Clarke, >> >> Warren, Morgan and Frederick >> >> >> T. K. Cartmell >> >> Clerk of the Old County Court >> >> Here is the information on the book. If your local library does not >> have it and you cannot borrow it from the loaning library, you might >> want to check into this website. dmkheritage.com we have it on >> CD. with the Table of Contents and INDEXES listed. >> >> for the surname index go to: >> >> This 568 page (25 page index) history of old Frederick County >> contains information on the pioneers of the upper Shenandoah Valley. >> >> >> Table of Contents (abridged) >> >> Shenandoah Valley Settled, Flow and by Whom >> >> The Minor Grants >> Van Meter and Hite Grants >> Old Frederick County, Organization of; Gleanings from Old Courts >> Boundaries of Old Frederick County >> Frederick County, Physical Features of >> Frederick County, Typography of >> Frederick County, Natural Points of Interest of >> The Lower Valley; Old Frederick in the Early Days >> Old County Roads and Turnpikes >> >> Railroads, Their Charters, etc >> Public Ferries >> Mills and Other Developments >> Gleanings from Old Courts, Continued >> The Indian and French War >> Gleanings from Old Courts, Succeeding Revolutionary War >> County Roads, List of, and Overseers, 1788-89, and Gleanings from Courts >> Revolutionary War, Officers and Enlisted Men of >> Morgan and his Men; George Rogers Clark Expedition; List of Old Justices >> The War of 1812-14 >> Old Courts, Justices', District and Circuit; Notable Trials; >> Naturalized Aliens >> Valley Banks Old and New >> Revolutionary War Heroes; Court Gleanings Continued up to Civil War >> Justices' Courts, from 1862 to Underwood Constitution; County Court >> Judges and >> Officers; Criminal Trials >> The County Court, Continued; Lynching of Wm. Shorter >> End of County Court System; Beginning of New >> City of Winchester, 1743-1850 >> Winchester, Water Supply of, Gas, Electricity and Manufactures; >> Criminal Trials. >> Newspapers of Winchester, 1787-1908 >> Winchester, Educational Developments, Fire Companies >> Winchester Old Taverns and Streets, Mayors from 1804 >> The Churches in the Lower Valley >> Presbyterian Church, Episcopal Church, Parish of Hampshire >> Lutheran Church, German Reformed Church,Methodist Episcopal Church >> Baptist Church, Society of Friends , Roman Catholic Church >> The Cemeteries of Winchester >> Town and City Government; The Market Square Suit >> Towns in Old Frederick County >> Notabilities of Old Frederick, Fairfax >> Notabilities of Old Frederick, George Washington >> Notabilities of Old Frederick, Joist Hite Pioneer >> Daniel Morgan Life of >> Homesteads, Colonial and Others >> Homesteads of Frederick County >> Homesteads and Biographical Notices >> The John Brown Raid >> The Civil War; >> Emancipation Proclamation, Effect on Both Armies; The Campaign in >> Spring of ?63; Death of Stonewall Jackson >> The Valley Army After Jackson?s Death >> Gettysburg >> Fall of Richmond; Appomattox and Surrender >> Biographical Sketches >> The Pioneers of the Upper Valley >> Frederick County at this Writing >> Appendix No. I-8 >> >> for the surname index go to: >> http://www.dmkheritage.com/store/index.php?act=viewProd&productId=53 **************************** >> Visit: http://www.dmkheritage.com

George Lichliter b 1924 m Gladys Richardson b 1926 dau Perry and Beatrice Rinker Richardson George was son of Marion L Lichliter b 1875 d 1941 m Laura a Ritenour b 1877 d 1965 dau Philip and Mary 8 children **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004)

Hi there, Kris. Great reading your posts. I knew your relatives. They had to be Beatrice and Perry Richardson. She was such a sweet person, and was always at the Oak Hill Church on Sunday mornings with her grand daughters who were about my age, Joyce and Shelvie Lichliter. Their mother died young. Shelvie married Elmo Mantz, and they are both pastors now. Just talked to them last week at the Golden Corral in Winchester. Then we stopped out at the bread thrift store in Kernstown on our way home, and they were there, too. Such a small world!!! My parents and lots of other relatives are also buried at the Detrick Cemetery. http://www.rootsweb.com/~vashenan/cem/detrick2.html I do A LOT of traipsing thru the Shenandoah County cemeteries out here in cyberspace!!! My,how times have changed!!! Sure enjoying reading all the posts. Hope others will add more old memories and family traditions. Merry Christmas!!! Love and prayers, Nancy ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, December 14, 2007 3:02 AM Subject: VASHENAN Digest, Vol 2, Issue 226 > > > Today's Topics: > > 1. Re: Catching up on things ([email protected]) > We made yearly trips to go to the mountains ( as we called it as > kids) > in the fall to see all of the leaves changing, it was beautiful. > We would go up and go over Woodstock Mountain. > I can also remember going to my great aunt Beatrice and > Uncle Perry's house in Seven Fountains. My fathers parents and a lot of > relatives are buried at Detrick Cemetery. > > Kris

Aren't we fortunate to have such pleasant memories? I worry about the memories today's children will have at our ages... Carolyn HALE BRUCE, DAR, IBSSG, VBGS Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and Rebel King, Bannok Burn See all the books we publish at: www.bruceandbruceinc.com (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!) ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2007 2:15 PM Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things > Carolyn, > No need for apologies.......... I just didn't want you to think that > I > thought things were easy. So by all means don't stop telling us about > how > things were then and the things that you remember. > My fathers sister is still living and I can remember going to her > house > to visit (She lived in Haymarket when I was a kid and still resides > there) > they didn't have any running water and had to carry water from the > spring. > They had a bucket sitting by the front door that had a ladle in it for > drinking > water. Yes, they still had an outhouse also. As far as I know it is > still > like that. She never wanted to change it because that is what she was > used > to. My dad offered many times to go and put running water and plumbing > in the > house but she refused. > We made yearly trips to go to the mountains ( as we called it as > kids) > in the fall to see all of the leaves changing, it was beautiful. > We would go up and go over Woodstock Mountain. > I can also remember going to my great aunt Beatrice and > Uncle Perry's house in Seven Fountains. My fathers parents and a lot of > relatives are buried at Detrick Cemetery. > > Kris > > > > **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes > (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004) > > ------------------------------- > 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 >

Carolyn, No need for apologies.......... I just didn't want you to think that I thought things were easy. So by all means don't stop telling us about how things were then and the things that you remember. My fathers sister is still living and I can remember going to her house to visit (She lived in Haymarket when I was a kid and still resides there) they didn't have any running water and had to carry water from the spring. They had a bucket sitting by the front door that had a ladle in it for drinking water. Yes, they still had an outhouse also. As far as I know it is still like that. She never wanted to change it because that is what she was used to. My dad offered many times to go and put running water and plumbing in the house but she refused. We made yearly trips to go to the mountains ( as we called it as kids) in the fall to see all of the leaves changing, it was beautiful. We would go up and go over Woodstock Mountain. I can also remember going to my great aunt Beatrice and Uncle Perry's house in Seven Fountains. My fathers parents and a lot of relatives are buried at Detrick Cemetery. Kris **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004)

Kris, I didn't mean to suggest that you thought life way back was easy. I just got to thinking about the simple things and ... well, you know how that goes! My apologies. Carolyn HALE BRUCE, DAR, IBSSG, VBGS Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and Rebel King, Bannok Burn See all the books we publish at: www.bruceandbruceinc.com (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!)

You're right, Pat... (or do you go by Patricia? ). There is no better sleep than to crawl into freshly washed, clothesline dried, and ironed sheets, and the aroma was heavenly. I can still hear the sheets "snapping" as they hung in a brisk wind. Mother had two of those irons that you mentioned... the kind you would heat on the stove or in the fire place. When my sister and I were small we would turn them upside down in our laps and use them and a small hammer to crack pecans, walnuts, brazil nuts, hazlenuts and almonds, which were only available in the fall of the year. We also only had oranges and tangerines in the weeks around Christmas, which made them such a treat! Mother told us that, when she was a girl, she and her siblings got an orange apiece (and nothing else) for Christmas, and were thrilled! She said she peeled the orange and ate it, licking every drop of juice from her fingers, and dried the peel to eat later, like candy. The family lived way out in the country, and the children's Monday chores included getting the water ready for washday. They had to carry buckets of water from the spring or creek (depending on where they lived) to fill the big kettle in which the clothes were boiled. Then, after building the fire underneath the kettle, they went to feed the chickens, gather the eggs, slop the pigs, get cleaned up, eat their breakfast and go to school. One morning the spring water was being poured into the kettle and the baby brother toddled onto the porch and fell into the nearly full kettle. If one of the older kids hadn't been nearby he would have drowned for sure. My grandparents lost six children before they were aged seven, one a baby girl who toddled down to the creek and drowned. Grandpa heard Grandma, then twenty and pregnant with her sixth child (only two of which had survived their birth days), screaming and ran from the field to see the baby lying in the stream. He said the hardest thing he ever had to do was close her little eyes. I have a photo of her that I'm pretty sure was made as a posthumous remembrance. They kept it hanging on the wall of their home as long as they lived. The sixth child was born and died later that same year. I always felt that my grandmother was a bit reserved toward us kids, and I didn't understand it until I found her in the 1900 census, aged 21, the mother of six with only one living. She was to lose one more young child, to diphtheria, at age six. In all they had sixteen children, of which my mother was the eleventh. Ten lived to be grown and married, but none lived as long as either of them, except my mother, who exceeded her mother's age, but not her father's. Grandma lived to ninety, and Grandpa to ninety-five. They lived to celebrate their seventy-sixth wedding anniversary. Gees, here I go again! I must get some work done! 8~) Carolyn HALE BRUCE, DAR, IBSSG, VBGS Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and Rebel King, Bannok Burn See all the books we publish at: www.bruceandbruceinc.com (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!) ----- Original Message ----- From: "Patricia M. Ginalick" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2007 10:54 AM Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things > Carolyn, > > Your recollections bring back so many memories. > > I'm a baby boomer and remember my parents and grandparents describing many > of the same things you did. > > There was a woman in my mother's neighborhood in Washington, DC during the > War who lost all her sons. The practice was to put a gold star in a front > window representing fallen ones and this particular neighbor had four > stars > in her window. The image of those stars and the sacrifice of that > particular family has remained in my thoughts throughout my life. > > Your descriptions of activities of daily routine living also remind me of > both sets of my grandparents. All women in our family used the wringer > washers and clotheslines. And ironing was a mainstay of daily chores. > One > grandmother owned a big ironing press like you'd see in a cleaner's shop > which she used for sheets and pillow cases. I also recall she had a small > stove burner adjacent to her washing machine where she "cooked" the starch > before adding it to the washer. When ironing my grandmother would take a > large soda bottle and make holes in the metal lid then refill with water > to > "sprinkle" the laundry as they ironed. No one could iron like my > grandmother and there was no pillow case in the world that could possibly > have the same fragrance of fresh air, bleach, and starch like hers did. > My > mother-in-law (who grew up near Charlottesville) recently gave me her > mother's old black iron like you now see in antique shops. Her words to > me > were "you never know when you'll need it." Major power outage? No heat - > no lights - no appliances - the world as I know it in my home comes to a > sudden halt - but there's no need to worry because as long as there's a > fire > I can heat up that old iron and take care of priorities....... > > I started to write a book a few years ago about memories of the way my > family did things in the past for my children and grandchildren to reflect > upon someday perhaps when their children and grandchildren are interested > in > learning about the daily lives of their ancestors (my generation). The > first chapter is about laundry practices! > > My grandmothers also cleaned their floors the way you described. One > grandmother had a small rubber mat to kneal on as she polished her > hardwood > floors BY HAND. When it was time to wash windows the curtains were also > washed - bleached - starched - then pressed. When I think about how much > work was done to maintain a simple household I'm amazed there was time for > much else like knitting or sewing which seemed like recreation compared to > the hard work of cleaning and cooking, not to mention childrearing. And > of > course there was yardwork too.....with push mowers and NOT the kind with > motors! > > I think of the Amish community (which I visit a few times a year because > of > my quilting activities) and understand why many people are fascinated to > visit and watch them go about their daily routines. Many of us are drawn > to > the simple ways.......and appreciate the basic values of hard work > followed > by bone-deep satisfaction only to do it all over again the next day. > > Thanks for your thoughts........I'm motivated to get busy with my > housework. > Memories of my grandmothers are putting me to shame as I sit here at the > computer drinking coffee, still in my bathrobe. They would have had their > laundry on the line nearly dry, breakfast dishes washed and put away with > lunch in mind, and the "sweeper" in action by now. > > Patricia Ginalick > > -----Original Message----- > From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] > On Behalf Of Carolyn Bruce > Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2007 9:32 PM > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things > > Kris, the "so pure and so simple" things of yesterday are only pure and > simple from our years of perspective. When World War II was being fought, > our young men were overseas in various countries we had never thought much > about, fighting enemies we didn't understand, and dying by the thousands > every month... 405,399 in four years, including those who died from > disease > and accidents. The family across the street from us had four sons and all > of > them were in the service, army, navy, and marines. They all came home > unharmed, and were very lucky. You may have heard of the Sullivan > brothers, > all five of whom enlisted in the Navy, served together, and died when > their > ship was torpedoed and sank the day after I was born. Hardly anyone > realizes > that there were other sets of brothers on the ship, including four Roger > brothers, and three Combs brothers. > > Nearly one in every four American men were in uniform, and scores of > thousands of women. Meat, sugar, shoes, gasoline, tires, and other > necessities were rationed. My mother did without a new pair of shoes for > most of the four years of America's participation in the war because she > had > three boys and two girls, all of us needing shoes (except the baby). We > were > fortunate to have a private phone line when everyone else we knew had a > "party line", if they had a phone at all. My dad was a railroad man (an > important war industry) and he had to be available to be called for work > no > matter at what hour. The "call boy" would telephone and Mother would bake > bread and fix Dad a hot breakfast and a lunch to take with him on the > road, > while he shaved and dressed. He would then eat his breakfast and report to > work a couple of miles away, and all in about an hour's time. Dad earned > about 15.00 per day, and was only guaranteed eight hours between trips, > though usually it was more like twelve or fifteen. The two of them raised > us > on his earnings, and Dad's garden and hunting trips, the latter keeping > meat > on the table when it was otherwise unavailable. Unlike most families, we > had > a car, though Mother and we kids usually went to town on the bus. Students > and most teachers walked to school. The elementary school parking lot was > only big enough for maybe five cars. > > Mother and other homemakers saved bacon grease, anything metal, > newspapers, > and other things that were needed and salvaged for the war effort. No one > threw out clothing that was torn or worn; it was mended. Mother had a > treadle Singer sewing machine and kept it busy. My aunt, who lived nearby, > liked to have a sip of "spirits" now and again... another rationed item. > She > hired my two oldest brothers to pick dandelion greens, at five cents a > gallon bucketful, which she then turned into dandelion wine. It takes a > lot > of pickin' to fill a gallon bucket, and that was quickly enough of that. > > There was no air conditioning, of course, and we slept all summer with the > windows open and just a hook on the screen door. We had a coal fired > furnace > and a hot water and radiator heating system, which meant that one of the > boys had to fill the automatic stoker before going to bed, otherwise the > fire would go out in the middle of the night and the house would be quite > chilly in the morning. With coal as a fuel, there were clinkers that had > to > be removed from the firebox every day to prevent the burned out coal > residue > from reducing the amount of heat the system would provide. Clinkers could > be > taken out when hot or cold, and had to be left out for the garbage men to > pick up. Some people used them as one might use gravel, to "pave" unpaved > driveways and pathways. Coal was delivered in a big dump-truck. The driver > would back the truck down the driveway and put a chute through the window > below the side porch, and the coal would be sent down the chute into the > coal bin. When all the coal was unloaded, the chute went back on the truck > and the window closed. I can taste the coal dust right now. > > On Monday, wash day, Mother went to the basement and filled the tub of the > Maytag with boiling hot water and added detergent and white clothes. The > water was so hot that she used the handle off an old broom to pull clothes > out of the tub and up to the wringer, which squeezed the water out. The > clothing fell into a tub of cold water to which she had added several > drops > of "bluing", which made the whites look whiter. Pushing and pulling the > shirts and sheets and other white things through the cool water removed > remaining soap suds, and she then ran them all through the wringer, again. > White shirts, my pinafores, and Dad's work overalls and jackets would then > be put into thick liquid starch she had prepared on the stove. From there > they went into the clothes basket, and hauled up the basement stairs and > down the back porch stairs to the clotheslines. After wiping the lines > down > with a clean damp cloth, she would hang the clothes out to dry in the sun > and wind. After they dried, they were taken back into the house where the > shirts were sprinkled down and prepared to be ironed the next day. All > this > was repeated for the towels, sheets, light colored clothes, and lastly > dark > clothes. She would have three lines of clothes hanging up before she woke > us > to go to school, at least when I was in school. > > Oh, yes, did I mentioned that she also milked our cow Midge (this was > after > the war), churned our butter and raised chickens? She could wring the > necks > off two chickens at the same time. Then, scald, pluck, clean, and fry 'em > up. While they were cooking she would make homemade bread from scratch, > bake > it, and serve the whole thing up with hot gravy. She sold butter, > buttermilk, and eggs to many of our neighbors. She mopped the kitchen > floor > twice a week (no shiny vinyl tile in those days), rolled up the living > room > and dining room rugs and cleaned and waxed the hardwood floors about once > a > year, cleaned the windows spring and fall, and sewed play clothes and > pajamas for us kids from the feed sacks. And she handmade quilts until she > was about eighty. > > Maybe things were simpler, but they were simple because life was > difficult. > And we lived in a suburb, not out on a real farm, where things were much > more difficult! At least we had central heat, indoor plumbing, and > electric > appliances. At that time, a large percentage of, if not most, people who > lived out in the country did not. > > My goodness, I didn't mean to go on so. > > Carolyn HALE BRUCE, > DAR, IBSSG, VBGS > > Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and > Rebel King, Bannok Burn > > See all the books we publish at: > www.bruceandbruceinc.com > (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!) > > > > ------------------------------- > 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 >

Carolyn, Your recollections bring back so many memories. I'm a baby boomer and remember my parents and grandparents describing many of the same things you did. There was a woman in my mother's neighborhood in Washington, DC during the War who lost all her sons. The practice was to put a gold star in a front window representing fallen ones and this particular neighbor had four stars in her window. The image of those stars and the sacrifice of that particular family has remained in my thoughts throughout my life. Your descriptions of activities of daily routine living also remind me of both sets of my grandparents. All women in our family used the wringer washers and clotheslines. And ironing was a mainstay of daily chores. One grandmother owned a big ironing press like you'd see in a cleaner's shop which she used for sheets and pillow cases. I also recall she had a small stove burner adjacent to her washing machine where she "cooked" the starch before adding it to the washer. When ironing my grandmother would take a large soda bottle and make holes in the metal lid then refill with water to "sprinkle" the laundry as they ironed. No one could iron like my grandmother and there was no pillow case in the world that could possibly have the same fragrance of fresh air, bleach, and starch like hers did. My mother-in-law (who grew up near Charlottesville) recently gave me her mother's old black iron like you now see in antique shops. Her words to me were "you never know when you'll need it." Major power outage? No heat - no lights - no appliances - the world as I know it in my home comes to a sudden halt - but there's no need to worry because as long as there's a fire I can heat up that old iron and take care of priorities....... I started to write a book a few years ago about memories of the way my family did things in the past for my children and grandchildren to reflect upon someday perhaps when their children and grandchildren are interested in learning about the daily lives of their ancestors (my generation). The first chapter is about laundry practices! My grandmothers also cleaned their floors the way you described. One grandmother had a small rubber mat to kneal on as she polished her hardwood floors BY HAND. When it was time to wash windows the curtains were also washed - bleached - starched - then pressed. When I think about how much work was done to maintain a simple household I'm amazed there was time for much else like knitting or sewing which seemed like recreation compared to the hard work of cleaning and cooking, not to mention childrearing. And of course there was yardwork too.....with push mowers and NOT the kind with motors! I think of the Amish community (which I visit a few times a year because of my quilting activities) and understand why many people are fascinated to visit and watch them go about their daily routines. Many of us are drawn to the simple ways.......and appreciate the basic values of hard work followed by bone-deep satisfaction only to do it all over again the next day. Thanks for your thoughts........I'm motivated to get busy with my housework. Memories of my grandmothers are putting me to shame as I sit here at the computer drinking coffee, still in my bathrobe. They would have had their laundry on the line nearly dry, breakfast dishes washed and put away with lunch in mind, and the "sweeper" in action by now. Patricia Ginalick -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Carolyn Bruce Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2007 9:32 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things Kris, the "so pure and so simple" things of yesterday are only pure and simple from our years of perspective. When World War II was being fought, our young men were overseas in various countries we had never thought much about, fighting enemies we didn't understand, and dying by the thousands every month... 405,399 in four years, including those who died from disease and accidents. The family across the street from us had four sons and all of them were in the service, army, navy, and marines. They all came home unharmed, and were very lucky. You may have heard of the Sullivan brothers, all five of whom enlisted in the Navy, served together, and died when their ship was torpedoed and sank the day after I was born. Hardly anyone realizes that there were other sets of brothers on the ship, including four Roger brothers, and three Combs brothers. Nearly one in every four American men were in uniform, and scores of thousands of women. Meat, sugar, shoes, gasoline, tires, and other necessities were rationed. My mother did without a new pair of shoes for most of the four years of America's participation in the war because she had three boys and two girls, all of us needing shoes (except the baby). We were fortunate to have a private phone line when everyone else we knew had a "party line", if they had a phone at all. My dad was a railroad man (an important war industry) and he had to be available to be called for work no matter at what hour. The "call boy" would telephone and Mother would bake bread and fix Dad a hot breakfast and a lunch to take with him on the road, while he shaved and dressed. He would then eat his breakfast and report to work a couple of miles away, and all in about an hour's time. Dad earned about 15.00 per day, and was only guaranteed eight hours between trips, though usually it was more like twelve or fifteen. The two of them raised us on his earnings, and Dad's garden and hunting trips, the latter keeping meat on the table when it was otherwise unavailable. Unlike most families, we had a car, though Mother and we kids usually went to town on the bus. Students and most teachers walked to school. The elementary school parking lot was only big enough for maybe five cars. Mother and other homemakers saved bacon grease, anything metal, newspapers, and other things that were needed and salvaged for the war effort. No one threw out clothing that was torn or worn; it was mended. Mother had a treadle Singer sewing machine and kept it busy. My aunt, who lived nearby, liked to have a sip of "spirits" now and again... another rationed item. She hired my two oldest brothers to pick dandelion greens, at five cents a gallon bucketful, which she then turned into dandelion wine. It takes a lot of pickin' to fill a gallon bucket, and that was quickly enough of that. There was no air conditioning, of course, and we slept all summer with the windows open and just a hook on the screen door. We had a coal fired furnace and a hot water and radiator heating system, which meant that one of the boys had to fill the automatic stoker before going to bed, otherwise the fire would go out in the middle of the night and the house would be quite chilly in the morning. With coal as a fuel, there were clinkers that had to be removed from the firebox every day to prevent the burned out coal residue from reducing the amount of heat the system would provide. Clinkers could be taken out when hot or cold, and had to be left out for the garbage men to pick up. Some people used them as one might use gravel, to "pave" unpaved driveways and pathways. Coal was delivered in a big dump-truck. The driver would back the truck down the driveway and put a chute through the window below the side porch, and the coal would be sent down the chute into the coal bin. When all the coal was unloaded, the chute went back on the truck and the window closed. I can taste the coal dust right now. On Monday, wash day, Mother went to the basement and filled the tub of the Maytag with boiling hot water and added detergent and white clothes. The water was so hot that she used the handle off an old broom to pull clothes out of the tub and up to the wringer, which squeezed the water out. The clothing fell into a tub of cold water to which she had added several drops of "bluing", which made the whites look whiter. Pushing and pulling the shirts and sheets and other white things through the cool water removed remaining soap suds, and she then ran them all through the wringer, again. White shirts, my pinafores, and Dad's work overalls and jackets would then be put into thick liquid starch she had prepared on the stove. From there they went into the clothes basket, and hauled up the basement stairs and down the back porch stairs to the clotheslines. After wiping the lines down with a clean damp cloth, she would hang the clothes out to dry in the sun and wind. After they dried, they were taken back into the house where the shirts were sprinkled down and prepared to be ironed the next day. All this was repeated for the towels, sheets, light colored clothes, and lastly dark clothes. She would have three lines of clothes hanging up before she woke us to go to school, at least when I was in school. Oh, yes, did I mentioned that she also milked our cow Midge (this was after the war), churned our butter and raised chickens? She could wring the necks off two chickens at the same time. Then, scald, pluck, clean, and fry 'em up. While they were cooking she would make homemade bread from scratch, bake it, and serve the whole thing up with hot gravy. She sold butter, buttermilk, and eggs to many of our neighbors. She mopped the kitchen floor twice a week (no shiny vinyl tile in those days), rolled up the living room and dining room rugs and cleaned and waxed the hardwood floors about once a year, cleaned the windows spring and fall, and sewed play clothes and pajamas for us kids from the feed sacks. And she handmade quilts until she was about eighty. Maybe things were simpler, but they were simple because life was difficult. And we lived in a suburb, not out on a real farm, where things were much more difficult! At least we had central heat, indoor plumbing, and electric appliances. At that time, a large percentage of, if not most, people who lived out in the country did not. My goodness, I didn't mean to go on so. Carolyn HALE BRUCE, DAR, IBSSG, VBGS Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and Rebel King, Bannok Burn See all the books we publish at: www.bruceandbruceinc.com (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!) ------------------------------- 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

Carolyn, Thanks so much for sharing. I didn't mean for you to think that I thought things were easy then since I said that things were so pure and so simple. I do realize that things were so much more difficult then. I think that people who grew up in that era appreciate things so much more, they worked hard for the little bit that they had and didn't complain ( Not anyone of the ones I know anyway). Things weren't just handed to them like things are today. I think that people take a lot of stuff for grant it these days. Thanks Again Kris (Richardson) King **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004)

Kris, the "so pure and so simple" things of yesterday are only pure and simple from our years of perspective. When World War II was being fought, our young men were overseas in various countries we had never thought much about, fighting enemies we didn't understand, and dying by the thousands every month... 405,399 in four years, including those who died from disease and accidents. The family across the street from us had four sons and all of them were in the service, army, navy, and marines. They all came home unharmed, and were very lucky. You may have heard of the Sullivan brothers, all five of whom enlisted in the Navy, served together, and died when their ship was torpedoed and sank the day after I was born. Hardly anyone realizes that there were other sets of brothers on the ship, including four Roger brothers, and three Combs brothers. Nearly one in every four American men were in uniform, and scores of thousands of women. Meat, sugar, shoes, gasoline, tires, and other necessities were rationed. My mother did without a new pair of shoes for most of the four years of America's participation in the war because she had three boys and two girls, all of us needing shoes (except the baby). We were fortunate to have a private phone line when everyone else we knew had a "party line", if they had a phone at all. My dad was a railroad man (an important war industry) and he had to be available to be called for work no matter at what hour. The "call boy" would telephone and Mother would bake bread and fix Dad a hot breakfast and a lunch to take with him on the road, while he shaved and dressed. He would then eat his breakfast and report to work a couple of miles away, and all in about an hour's time. Dad earned about 15.00 per day, and was only guaranteed eight hours between trips, though usually it was more like twelve or fifteen. The two of them raised us on his earnings, and Dad's garden and hunting trips, the latter keeping meat on the table when it was otherwise unavailable. Unlike most families, we had a car, though Mother and we kids usually went to town on the bus. Students and most teachers walked to school. The elementary school parking lot was only big enough for maybe five cars. Mother and other homemakers saved bacon grease, anything metal, newspapers, and other things that were needed and salvaged for the war effort. No one threw out clothing that was torn or worn; it was mended. Mother had a treadle Singer sewing machine and kept it busy. My aunt, who lived nearby, liked to have a sip of "spirits" now and again... another rationed item. She hired my two oldest brothers to pick dandelion greens, at five cents a gallon bucketful, which she then turned into dandelion wine. It takes a lot of pickin' to fill a gallon bucket, and that was quickly enough of that. There was no air conditioning, of course, and we slept all summer with the windows open and just a hook on the screen door. We had a coal fired furnace and a hot water and radiator heating system, which meant that one of the boys had to fill the automatic stoker before going to bed, otherwise the fire would go out in the middle of the night and the house would be quite chilly in the morning. With coal as a fuel, there were clinkers that had to be removed from the firebox every day to prevent the burned out coal residue from reducing the amount of heat the system would provide. Clinkers could be taken out when hot or cold, and had to be left out for the garbage men to pick up. Some people used them as one might use gravel, to "pave" unpaved driveways and pathways. Coal was delivered in a big dump-truck. The driver would back the truck down the driveway and put a chute through the window below the side porch, and the coal would be sent down the chute into the coal bin. When all the coal was unloaded, the chute went back on the truck and the window closed. I can taste the coal dust right now. On Monday, wash day, Mother went to the basement and filled the tub of the Maytag with boiling hot water and added detergent and white clothes. The water was so hot that she used the handle off an old broom to pull clothes out of the tub and up to the wringer, which squeezed the water out. The clothing fell into a tub of cold water to which she had added several drops of "bluing", which made the whites look whiter. Pushing and pulling the shirts and sheets and other white things through the cool water removed remaining soap suds, and she then ran them all through the wringer, again. White shirts, my pinafores, and Dad's work overalls and jackets would then be put into thick liquid starch she had prepared on the stove. From there they went into the clothes basket, and hauled up the basement stairs and down the back porch stairs to the clotheslines. After wiping the lines down with a clean damp cloth, she would hang the clothes out to dry in the sun and wind. After they dried, they were taken back into the house where the shirts were sprinkled down and prepared to be ironed the next day. All this was repeated for the towels, sheets, light colored clothes, and lastly dark clothes. She would have three lines of clothes hanging up before she woke us to go to school, at least when I was in school. Oh, yes, did I mentioned that she also milked our cow Midge (this was after the war), churned our butter and raised chickens? She could wring the necks off two chickens at the same time. Then, scald, pluck, clean, and fry 'em up. While they were cooking she would make homemade bread from scratch, bake it, and serve the whole thing up with hot gravy. She sold butter, buttermilk, and eggs to many of our neighbors. She mopped the kitchen floor twice a week (no shiny vinyl tile in those days), rolled up the living room and dining room rugs and cleaned and waxed the hardwood floors about once a year, cleaned the windows spring and fall, and sewed play clothes and pajamas for us kids from the feed sacks. And she handmade quilts until she was about eighty. Maybe things were simpler, but they were simple because life was difficult. And we lived in a suburb, not out on a real farm, where things were much more difficult! At least we had central heat, indoor plumbing, and electric appliances. At that time, a large percentage of, if not most, people who lived out in the country did not. My goodness, I didn't mean to go on so. Carolyn HALE BRUCE, DAR, IBSSG, VBGS Co-author, Rebel King, Hammer of the Scots Rebel King, The Har'ships and Rebel King, Bannok Burn See all the books we publish at: www.bruceandbruceinc.com (Angus MacKilt shirts, too!)

You can also make these apples by cutting the apples in half, don't peel, put red hots, a glob of cinnamon and some brown sugar on them, bake about an hour. Put some water in the pan, around the sides so they don't stick. ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, December 11, 2007 9:50 PM Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things > > In a message dated 12/10/2007 9:38:02 PM Eastern Standard Time, > [email protected] writes: > > Thanks. I am going to try your apples. Sounds soooo good! The whole > family > comes to my house for Christmas eve so the apples will be an extra treat. > Thanks Again. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "ROBT W AMES" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Monday, December 10, 2007 4:09 PM > Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things > > >> My mother also made cinnamon apples, her's went like this: core apples, >> leave skins on, put red hots, simple syrup, (1 cup sugar, 1 cup water >> bring to boil and cook 5 minutes) pour on apples and bake till apples >> are >> tender in a 350 degrees. Last 5 minutes put marshmellows on top, bake >> about 5 minutes more or until marshmellows are melted. This made 6 large >> apples >> >> In my old age I still call the refridgerator the ice box and my kids do >> it >> sometimes also. What about " washateria" instead of Laundromat? >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: CA HACKER >> Sent: Monday, December 10, 2007 1:07 PM >> To: [email protected] >> Subject: Re: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things >> >> I remember "oleo". I was born during the depression and was a kid during >> WWII. >> We bought this mixture at the store. It consisted of a pound of lard(?) >> and >> a button that contained yellow stuff (must have been food coloring). My >> job >> was to mix the two together to make it look like butter. (no butter >> during >> the war) Then we called it oleo. Anyone else remember this? >> We had a refigerator but also had an ice box for "extras". We loved it >> in >> the summer when the ice man came and we could get bits of ice off of his >> wagon.. >> We got presents twice a year - birthday and Christmas. Nothing in >> between >> Not like today's kids. >> Christmas was a religious holiday for us. We had an advent wreath which >> marked the weeks until the baby Jesus came. The nativity was put up >> early >> in >> December with every one arranged except the baby Jesus. If we were good >> all >> day we got to put straw in the manger so He would have a soft bed when >> He >> arrived on Christmas eve night. Jesus always left us a book Christmas >> morning. I still have a few a these books that I received. >> We had one exciting trip during the holidays. The whole family got >> dressed >> up and off we'd go. It seemed like it took forever although it was only >> 25 >> miles. A large, upscale department store in a near by city had wonderful >> window displays that moved and were pure magic. Santa was there too to >> hold >> us on his lap and listen to our wish list. There was a special store >> within >> the store for "kids only". Parents had to wait out side. For a dollar >> you >> could get four gifts for your family. It took us forever to pick just >> the >> right presents!Then we got to eat out - a rare treat for us. >> On Christmas eve we went to mid-night mass and then fell sound asleep >> even >> though we had planned to stay awake to see Santa have our milk and >> cookies. >> Most of our gifts were clothes but our parents always made sure we got a >> few >> toys. >> My mom always made cinnamon apples for Christmas. >> Does anyone know how to make these? She cooked a syrup of water, sugar >> and >> red hots (and maybe something else?) and put peeled whole apples in >> this >> syrup and cooked the apples. They came out a pretty red color and had a >> cinnamon taste. She served them cold on a lettuce leaf on a salad plate. >> Wish I knew how to make them. Any ideas? You can tell I am not a very >> good >> cook. :-) >> >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Julie" <[email protected]> >> To: <[email protected]> >> Sent: Monday, December 10, 2007 1:04 PM >> Subject: [VASHENAN] Catching up on things >> >> >>> my grandfather called margarine, Oleo - he was born in Wisconsin, and >>> grew >>> up in Iowa, and eventually moved to Chicago. >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> --------------------------------- >>> Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! >>> Search. >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> 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 > > > ------------------------------- > 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 > > > > My sister in law used to make these for our Christmas get togethers. She > always used a very firm apple like > "Yorks". She served them cold (no marshmallows) She also peeled her > apples > and I believe she cooked them on the top of the stove not in the oven. > Haven't had them for many years now but I still remember having them > almost every > year, > > > > **************************************See AOL's top rated recipes > (http://food.aol.com/top-rated-recipes?NCID=aoltop00030000000004) > > ------------------------------- > 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 > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.503 / Virus Database: 269.16.17/1179 - Release Date: > 12/9/2007 11:06 AM > >