[lace-chat] Re: Red Shoes
Now my query is this, how many are there of you out there who have NEVER owned a pair of red shoes? You can count me for one. Eva, Haltern, Germany To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] red shoes poem
Dear List, This thread of red shoes reminds me of a shoe poem my husband learnt as a child. All I can remember is: Black shoes, flat shoes, stamp them on the mat shoes. That's the sort of shoes they'd buy! The young person in the poem wanted some strappy pointed toe shoes etc. Barbara, Parkes, Australia, Home of the Dish To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Red shoes
I have never had a pair of red shoes but I did once as a young teen have a pair of green sandals with wedge heels. Can't imagine wearing anything like that today. Lorri Graham, WA USA - Original Message - From: Lynne Cumming [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, December 02, 2003 3:55 AM Subject: [lace-chat] Red shoes My 16 year old daughter received her 'first' pay packet last week (has done a paper round for a year but it doesn't really count!) and promptly spent most of it on a pair of red shoes. Winkle picker, 3 stiletto jobs in bright red fabric. A pair of shoes to die for! I tried them on and my Achilles tendon screamed no, no!! Now, every woman I have spoken to since says, I had a pair of red shoes. Now my query is this, how many are there of you out there who have NEVER owned a pair of red shoes? I had a pair at 14 (plus boots which I had to dye black in the end to wear on my motorbike to school) and my father was furious when he discovered me limping around in the shoes because I couldn't bear to give them up and they were far too small! I have a photo for posterity (taken with my new digital camera - cheap from Lidl but it's not at all bad for the price) if anyone wants to drool! I wish I had legs like hers tho. Lynne. Lynne Cumming Baldock, North Herts, UK email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Re: Red Shoes
Now my query is this, how many are there of you out there who have NEVER owned a pair of red shoes? Apart from some tap shoes when aged about 5, NEVER and no enthusiasm for red at all! Sue To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Red shoes
Lynne, . Now my query is this, how many are there of you out there who have NEVER owned a pair of red shoes? I've still got mine They're lace up ankle high boots David in Ballarat To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Secret Pal Thanks
We're in the middle of the first snow storm of the season, so the arrival of your package has put some sunshine in my life. Thanks so much for the bobbins (you can never have enough) and the tidy for my pillow. The candy is quite tasty and I agree that the tin will be perfect for pins. I always carry a diary in my purse, so that will be handy too. Thanks again and have a merry Xmas and a happy new year. Margot Walker in Halifax on the east coast of Canada [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Re: Red Shoes
Dear Liz, and Lacemakers, - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: Linda Walton [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 2003 4:29 PM Subject: Re: [lace-chat] Re: Red Shoes Linda, It's about Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz - red sparkly shoes, click your heels three times and say 'there's no place like home', 'there's no place like home', 'there's no place like home' Liz Many thanks - now I understand. Here I must admit my cultural backwardness and confess that I've neither read the book nor seen the film - so I'm always missing references. The nearest I've ever come is the embarrassing experience - (toe-curlingly, squirmingly, excrutiatingly embarrassing experience) - of watching a younger cousin sing her party-piece: On The Good Ship Lollipop. Thanks to all the Powers That Be that we don't have to do party pieces any more! Does anyone? Well, maybe when I was in the Women's Institute - that was something they left out of Calendar Girl . . . no - let's not go down that road. Anyway: I stopped inflicting party-pieces on them some time ago. Am I forgiven? Yours sincerely, Linda Walton. (Blushing as red as her knickers!) To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: Red shoes
I've never bought red shoes, but my first pair of ballet shoes were red leather. When I was a teenager, I bought a pair of yellow plastic platform clogs, with 5 or 6 heels. I had a matching yellow blouse too, and the first time I wore the ensemble, I walked into town and thought I was the bee's knees. I tripped over in the darn things twice, the second time in front of some boys of my own age who laughed at me. I was mortified! I've never had any desire to buy yellow (or red) shoes since... Regards, Annette, London To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: NEC
Jane wrote: I think at 3pm they were announcing the draw - we all met up at 2pm, Jean :-). Did we really? By the time I got home I was too tired remember what time things happened. I still haven't really recovered, even with the bucket of candy floss yesterday. I haven't even looked at what I bought. 3pm just stuck in my mind. Jean in Poole I'm really sorry we didn't hear the announcement that you were meeting. I was disappointed that we hadn't made any firm plans to meet, but I haven't been well for the last week, so I left it to others to decide on a meeting place and time. I would love to have met some other Arachne members. By the afternoon, I was pretty tired too, and wasn't paying much attention to the announcements. I felt like a zombie by then - I felt like I was just a walking, talking shopping machine g Regards, Annette, London To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Red shoes
Ruth Budge a fait jouer ses doigts de fée pour écrire à ÒRe: [lace-chat] Red shoesÓ. [2003/12/02 22:53] I've had a couple of pairs of red shoes in my life - I *like* red shoes! so do I !! i've had a few of all shapes and styles . i must say i loved my red stylettos with black trimmings which my knees and feet wouldn't accept at all today ... lol .. and i also cherished a pair of red shoes that gave me feet a bit like Minnie's or some walt disney characters ... oh well .. i like being dressed in dark colours with red shoes as the only bright part of me ... (pun intended ... or at least i thought there was one ... ) dominique from wet Paris but it's nothing compared to the south of France : they had in a day the amount of rain they usually have in three months ... To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Earthquake
Liz says: I see, in today's newspaper, that there was an earthquake up around Cooma during the night. I do hope you are alright, Noelene, and that your wonderful Round House has come to no harm. It registered - according to the paper, 3 on the Richter scale, and sounded like a train passing by. Must have slept right through it, and it would take more than a 3-on-the-Richter to stir this house. Son reckons when an atomic blast threatens, he is going to grab his wife and inlaws and come and hide here. But I hope all in Melbourne are OK after the freak storm they had last night. Talking of earthquakes, I remember when we were in Taupo in New Zealand many years ago, and it felt like a truck hit the side of the house we were staying in. We went running outside, but nobody else turned a hair. Just a normal everyday earth tremour for them. In New Guinea, we called them a guri Noelene in Cooma Safe 'n' sound [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://members.ozemail.com.au/~nlafferty/ - Original Message - From: Elizabeth Ligeti [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, 03 December, 2003 4:50 PM Subject: [lace-chat] Earthquake I see, in today's newspaper, that there was an earthquake up around Cooma during the night. I do hope you are alright, Noelene, and that your wonderful Round House has come to no harm. It registered - according to the paper, 3 on the Richter scale, and sounded like a train passing by. from Liz in Melbourne, Oz, [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] St. Nicholas Day Info Needed
It is my understanding that somewhere in the world, children put out their shoes before they go to bed St. Nicholas leaves treats in them if the children have been good. Am I correct in this? If so, when exactly do they put out their shoes? St. Nicholas Day falls on a Saturday this year (December 6th). Do they put out their shoes on Friday night find goodies in them on the 6th, or do they put them out on Saturday night find goodies in them on the 7th? Shirlee To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] red shoes poem
That poem starts off New shoes, new shoes, red and pink and blue shoes but for the life of me I can't remember anything else except the repeated line That's the sort I'd buy I'd love to know the rest of it. I've never had a pair of all red shoes, but I still have a lovely pair of high heel sandals with red and white and black thin straps across the front, and a sling back. Strange thing was they were so comfortable! But these days it's flat or raised heel only, and my feet thank me for it. Noelene in Cooma [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://members.ozemail.com.au/~nlafferty/ - Original Message - From: Barbara Stokes [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, 03 December, 2003 6:39 PM Subject: [lace-chat] red shoes poem Dear List, This thread of red shoes reminds me of a shoe poem my husband learnt as a child. All I can remember is: Black shoes, flat shoes, stamp them on the mat shoes. That's the sort of shoes they'd buy! The young person in the poem wanted some strappy pointed toe shoes etc. Barbara, Parkes, Australia, Home of the Dish To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Red shoes
In addition to red stillettos and clogs, I also had bright red trainers/aerobic boots when I was diagnosed with RA and my feet needed support. The physios gave me the choice of free made-to-measure hospital shoes (yugh!) or buy-them-myself trainers. Well, which would you have chosen? Because I was wearing skirts and dresses for work at the time, I decided that if I had to have trainers which would look a bit odd with a skirt, I might as well be bold about it and make them really noticeable. So I chose bright red. My students thought they were great. Jean in Poole To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: NEC pics
Tamara wrote: ... Thanks, Margery, for converting the lot to a yahoo album -- could see those, ... Glad you've seen them, T; I'll remove them soon, so as not to step on anyone's copyright toes. In case anyone's interested: I caught the pics using a screen capture program, and uploaded them to my yahoo photo album in a private area, then got yahoo to send Tamara an invitation to view that area. So they're not on display to anyone but us two, and only there at all because Tamara couldn't see them in the normal public fashion. Bye for now, Margery. [EMAIL PROTECTED] in North Herts, UK To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: new shoes poem
The shoes poem can be found here http://www.wenaus.com/miranda/choosingshoes.html (amongst other places) Deborah = Deborah Metters 'Per ardua ad astra' Download Yahoo! Messenger now for a chance to win Live At Knebworth DVDs http://www.yahoo.co.uk/robbiewilliams To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: Red shoes
Hi All, I'm another member of the red shoes club. I have a pair of red flats that I love to wear. For some reason I feel having shoes to match the color of an outfit (or accessory) is the height of fashion! I also have a pair of red espadrilles with a wedge for a heel. I sewed red sequins all over them so they are my Ruby Slippers. I'm drooling over all the tales of red spike heels G. With my first real paycheck I bought a black wool cape, mid-calf length with a big hood. I think my Goddaughter has it now, she wore it for Halloween one year. One day I was walking home from work in Philadelphia, down the parkway in front of the Art Museum for you who know the area. It was in the winter so it was dark and the wind was blowing and I had the hood up. A policeman at the crosswalk said I didn't know what was coming towards me! G. Jane in Vermont, USA where we have a dusting of snow and the balmy mid-40s F (6-7C) has turned to windy 25 F (-5C) - B. [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] red shoes
I wrote: Don't think I ever got red shoes again. :( I went out for my lunch and returning home called in the local card shop. A gentleman held the door open for me and said I will hold any door for someone in red shoes. I had forgotten that my canvas slides are bright red with white piping. Janice Blair Crystal Lake where I struggled with the Christmas tree decorations today and am exhausted. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] First Paycheck
Jane writes: With my first real paycheck I bought a black wool cape, mid-calf length with a big hood ... Ah yes, those first paychecks - when I first went to Papua New Guinea (single, to work in a construction office), the pay was high and all accommodation expenses were met by the company. The money was mine, all mine! I bought a pure silk sleeveless blouse in pale pink, button down the back, and the front all pintucks. Exquisite. Wore it until it literally fell to bits. Cost a full week's pay, and worth every penny for the Wow factor. Earlier than that, when I first started working in Sydney, it was a red wool dress, body hugging to the hips, with a gored, flared skirt which was perfect for The Twist. Now, that dates me! Noelene in Cooma [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://members.ozemail.com.au/~nlafferty/ To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Earthquake
I agree with Noelene's son's statement about the round house. It would just about take a nuclear blast to move that wonderful place. Sure do miss popping in for a TP on our way to Canberra. Lynn Scott in Wollongong, where we finally have sunshine and I have about 10 loads of washing to do today. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] First pay cheque
Oh, that first pay checque. I remember what I spent all of mine on. After I finished university, I had a job lined up to start a month later and I spent that month in Peru - a lifelong dream of mine. (Well, the life wasn't so long at that point, but you know what I mean.) I came home with $25 in the bank and had to live for a month on that until I received my first pay. Needless to say, it wasn't enough and I had to borrow money from my father to survive the month. So my first pay cheque went towards paying back my father and paying my expenses until I got my second pay cheque. (I don't remember what I spent that one on.) Margot Walker in Halifax on the east coast of Canada [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] Red shoes
I have to admit that I have a weakness for red shoes! I have a pair of impossible stilettos in red suede with a suede rose on the toes. They're actually too small for me now, but I had to have them, and bought them on summer day (on sale) and thought that my feet would be smaller in the winter. I have a pair of gardening shoes (plastic? rubber?) which are red... I have a wonderful pair of red suede shoes that are like Birkenstocks but have a strap that makes them look like Minnie Mouse shoes (fat Mary Janes!); When I was working, I had a wonderful pair of heels that weren't more than 1 1/2 high, but had tapered heels, so they were dressier than flats. I loved them dearly and wore through two resoles. They were a wonderful tomato red as opposed to cherry red. At some point, I ran across another pair on sale (out of fashion by then, but I snapped them up eagerly...) but they were the brighter red. Nevertheless, I wore them down to nothing too. And of course I had to search forever to find my wonderful red rubber boots that I wear in the snow!! My red shoes go with my red hats and my purple (dresses, caftans, whatever...)! Clay - Original Message - From: dominique [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 2003 3:05 PM Subject: Re: [lace-chat] Red shoes Ruth Budge a fait jouer ses doigts de fée pour écrire à ÒRe: [lace-chat] Red shoesÓ. [2003/12/02 22:53] I've had a couple of pairs of red shoes in my life - I *like* red shoes! so do I !! i've had a few of all shapes and styles . i must say i loved my red stylettos with black trimmings which my knees and feet wouldn't accept at all today ... lol .. and i also cherished a pair of red shoes that gave me feet a bit like Minnie's or some walt disney characters ... oh well .. i like being dressed in dark colours with red shoes as the only bright part of me ... (pun intended ... or at least i thought there was one ... ) dominique from wet Paris but it's nothing compared to the south of France : they had in a day the amount of rain they usually have in three months ... To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] St. Nicholas Day Info Needed
It is my understanding that somewhere in the world, children put out their shoes before they go to bed St. Nicholas leaves treats in them if the children have been good. Am I correct in this? You sure are!!! This is how it went in our house: Starting about a week before December 5th, we set our shoes near the hearth, together with a plate with a carrot 'for the horse'. The next morning we would find a cookie or a candy, never very much - and only if we'd been good. If we'd been bad (misbehaving) it would be a lump of coal instead. The last time we set our shoes was on December 4th to find a sweet on the morning of December 5th. Then in the evening about the time the supperdishes were cleared away, the tension rose - till suddenly there was loud banging on the door. We ran to open the door, tripping over each other (there were six of us ;-)) and always found a large bag full of presents outside the door. Usually the honour of handing them out fell to my Dad. Once my Dad's youngest brother and his then fiancée played the roles of St Nicholas and Black Peter, and brought the presents to our home, and once Dad had a bit of a windfall in November and Mom and Dad hired someone to come to hand out the presents. It took me many years to figure out that it was our next-door neighbor placing the bag at the door and doing the banging, and the thing was timed very well, because while we were busy cleaning up the supperdishes, Dad would do the same thing next-door, where they had had supper a bit earlier than us. Oh, and BTW, this happened in Holland, we were living in the city of Rotterdam then. Greetings from Beautiful British Columbia Esther Perry To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] First paycheck
I had *three* of those (or equivalents; it was all in cash :) There was the money that my first serious boyfriend and I earned doing rough cleaning (scrubbing floors with a bundle of iron shavings, then waxing and polishing. Also washing windows). I was 16 (*just* old enough to work legally) and he was 17.5 and we pooled the money in a savings account which I managed (he had more interest in philosophy than in everyday living. To this day his wife takes care of details g). Eventually, when we split (2 yrs later), each of us got a sizeable (for our age) nest egg but, once we were certain that we could have as many further engagements as we could manage (school was 6 days a week, so it was only afternoons and Sundays we had free to work), we decided to blow that first honest money. That's where my first red shoes came from -- he gave me his share, and I bought them in a private store (as opposed to a govt one, where everything was 4 times cheaper, and about 50 yrs behind the fashion). There was enough money left for (student-priced) tickets to the theatre (Midsummer Night's Dream), and I wore the shoes with the brand-new dress I designed and my Mother made for me: black and white 4mm checks, white Peter Pan collar, and a red tie -- a bit like a man's, but twice as wide and permanently tied and fixed at the neckline and as long as the dress itself. I felt very stylish (though cold, as the dress was sleeveless) My second first paycheck was money I earnt illegally, working without a permit in Cambridge, UK at 18 (almost 19). That one got me a pair of real (Levi's) blue jeans and Daniel Jones' English Pronouncing Dictionary. The second paycheck was spent on a denim jacket to match the jeans. I had to take a co-worker (a 15yr old named Sam, who came most afternoons, after school; I worked full time -- 15/7 ) with me to show me where the denim treasures could be found. He was disgusted with my wasting the money on the book but it turned out he had an ulteriour motive: he borrowed the jeans and the jacket for his first out-of-school job interview, but had no use for the dictionary... g To this day I remember the two buying trips the two of us made, the superiour hush of the Levi's establishment, and how much Sam enjoyed ordering the sales clerks around, while I was in and out of the fitting booth (fitting booth??? I'd never seen one before; in Poland, you were lucky if there was a mirror per floor) My third first... The damned intellectuals (like University students) needed a lesson in reality, so they had to spend a summer month working either in a factory or at a collective farm... I was sent to a factory (fruit and veg processing), near the German border (praise be; at least there was running hot and cold water there) the summer after the Brit one. By then, I had already been (privately) tutoring English for a year -- a very lucrative job -- so I was used not only to having money, but to earning it without too much effort. It turned out I *did* need a lesson in reality, though; an hour of tutoring got me as much as 8 hrs in the factory, and there was no tax on tutoring, since that was done sub rosa and never reported... :) So, when I collected my *month's* worth of wages, and it wasn't quite enough to replace the nice watch and ring which had been stolen while I was there (we got paid the same as the locals. But *our* food and lodging was subsidised, in toto, by the govt, in the name of education... The mind boggles g. OTOH, apparently, US is paying for the Polish troops trip to Iraq...), I blew it all on a one-piece, stretchy, swimsuit. An Italian import in weird colours and a splotchy pattern. Since Western imports were the thing (prestige-wise; price-wise, even imports were subsidised by the govt g), and since the suits were sold in only one store in Warsaw, it was quite a triumph to have secured one. The store was fancy enough to have fitting booths -- 3 for the swim-suit dept. Each consisted of 4 pieces of fabric attached to aluminium tubes, and there was a mirror outside; one (and everybody else g) could see how well/ill the garment fit. There was a long queue for each of the booths, and there was a 4-deep ring of men around the mirror (we didn't have Sports Illustrated, summer issue in Poland g), waiting for the contestants to emerge from behind the curtains... Mostly husbands and boyfriends, I think, but, perhaps, not all of them. But everyone -- men and women -- went into deep shock when I asked my boyfriend (not the shoe one; 3rd paycheck, 3rd boyfriend g) to step *into the booth* with me when I was changing. Made the exercise worth while :) Sadly, neither the boyfriend nor the suit lasted; the boyfriend got boring (wanted to get married, and I still had 3 yrs of U to go through), and the suit itched -- I'm allergic to nylon (all non-breathing, non-absorbent fibers)... - Tamara P Duvall Lexington, Virginia, USA Formerly of
[lace-chat] Re: St. Nicholas Day Info Needed
On Wednesday, Dec 3, 2003, at 22:10 US/Eastern, Esther Perry wrote: This is how it went in our house: [...] Many thanks, Esther, for the description of St Nicholas' Day in Holland. In Poland, we recognised it, but didn't *really* observe it; our gifts were brought by the first star (supposedly the same one which guided the 3 Kings) on the 24th. On Dec 6, we exchanged gifts in school (the holidays started on 22nd or 23rd, and we went back on Jan 7th, after Epiphany. Spell?); one drew a name around Dec 1, and had to provide something small (inexpensive) for that person on Dec 6. There's a beautiful and most moving description of the St Nicholas and the shoe custom in Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. It's where Jean Valjean (?) comes to collect Cossette (?) after his spell as a convict. Her mother's been dead for several years, and Cosette has been working (slaving) in a household which has two other girls (pampered daughters of her employers) in it. All 3 hang their sabots near the chimney the night before St Nicholas' Day, but only the other two ever find something in them. Until the night Jean Valjean comes to the village... That part of the book had been made into a smaller, separate one in Polish, and I used to read and re-read it at least 4 times a year from the time I was 6 until I was 16 :) The confusion of the dates is, BTW, not altogether surprising. The feast of St Nicholas is on Dec 6th in *Roman* Catholic church, but on the 5th in the *Orthodox* one... - Tamara P Duvall Lexington, Virginia, USA Formerly of Warsaw, Poland http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd/ To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] :) Fwd: Assisted Computing
I've seen this one before; it had been a website -- pictures 'n'all... :) But it's been a lng time ago and hopefully, some of you can find a chuckle for it now... I can certainly relate (on behalf of my son) :) Apologies for length. From: M.A. The Toughest Decision SHOULD MY LOVED ONE BE PLACED IN AN ASSISTED COMPUTING FACILITY? For family members, it is often the most difficult and painful decision they will face: to accept that a loved one - a parent, a spouse, perhaps even a sibling - is technologically impaired and should no longer be allowed to live independently, or come near a computer or electronic device without direct supervision. The time has come to place that loved one into the care of an Assisted Computing Facility. But naturally you have questions. So many questions. We at Silicon Pines want to help. WHAT EXACTLY IS AN ASSISTED COMPUTING FACILITY? Sometimes referred to as Homes for the Technologically Infirm, Technical Invalid Care Centers, or Homes for the Technically Challenged, Assisted Computing Facilities (ACFs) are modeled on assisted living facilities, and provide a safe, structured residential environment for those unable to handle even the most common, everyday multi-tasks. Most fully accredited ACFs, like Silicon Pines, are an oasis of hope and encouragement that allow residents to lead productive, technologically relevant lives without the fear and anxiety associated with actually having to understand or execute the technologies themselves. WHO SHOULD BE IN AN ACF? Sadly, technology is advancing at such a dramatic rate that many millions, of all ages, will never truly be able to understand it, putting an undue burden on those friends and family members who must explain it to them. But unless the loved one is suffering from a truly debilitating affliction, such as Reinstallzheimers, the decision to commit is entirely personal. You must ask yourself: How frustrated am I that my parent/sibling/spouse is unable to openan email attachment? How much of my time should be taken up explaining how RAM is different from hard drive memory? How many times can I bear to hear my dad say,'Hey, can I replace the motherboard with a fatherboard? Ha ha ha!' To make things easier, we have prepared a list of Warning Signs which we encourage you to return to often, or, if you can't figure out how to bookmark it, print out. Also, please take a moment to read I'm Glad I'm in Here! - A Resident's Story. MUST IT BE FAMILY, OR CAN I PLACE ANYONE IN AN ACF? Several corporations have sought permission to have certain employees, or at times entire sales departments, committed to ACFs. At present, however, individuals can be committed only by direct family or self-internment. The reason is simple: there are not nearly enough ACFs in the world to accommodate all the technologically challenged. For example, there are currently only 860,000 beds available in ACFs, but there are 29 million AOL users. HOW MUCH WILL IT COST? ACF rents range from free up to $12,500 per month. The disparity is currently a point of contention in the ACF industry. Many residents are covered through government programs such as CompuAid or CompuCare, but reimbursement rates are low and only cover a portion of the fees. Exacerbating the situation are the HelpDesk Maintenance Organizations (HMOs), which often deny coverage, forcing residents to pay out of pocket or turn to expensive private techcare insurers such as BlueCache/BlueScreen. Offsetting the costs are technology companies themselves, many of which subsidize ACFs. Firms such as Microsoft,Dell, Qualcomm, and America Online will pay up to 100% of a resident's monthly bill, but there is a catch. ISPs, for instance, require residents to sign service contracts lasting a year or more. Microsoft, meanwhile,prohibits the installation of any competitive software, while Priceline requires that residents buy shares of it's stock, which seems onerous but saves residents on lavatory tissue. HOW OLD MUST I BE TO HAVE SOMEONE COMMITTED? Until very recently, you had to be 18 or older to legally commit a family member. However, the now famous British court case Frazier vs. Frazier and Frazier has cleared the way for minors to commit their parents. In that case, 15-year-old Bradley Frazier of Leicester had his 37-year-old parents committed to an ACF in Bournemouth after a judge ruled Ian and Janet Frazier were a danger to themselves and the community. According to court records, Bradley told his parents about the I LoveYou virus and warned them not to click attachments, then the next day his parents received an I LoveYou email and clicked on the attachment because, they explained, it came from someone we know. WHAT SHOULD I LOOK FOR IN AN ACF? First, make sure it's a genuine Assisted Computing Facility, and not an Assisted Living Facility. To tell the difference, observe the
