[lace-chat] Cape lace Guild - South Africa
Can any of our South African spiders help me out? I need to get a message to a member of the Cape Lace Guild who doesn't have a computer - about a small packet of thread that I am sending out to her. So are there any members of the Cape Lace Guild on Lace Chat who would pass a message on for me - or do you know of any on Lace [which I'm not subscribed to :( ] who would be able to help me. Many thanks. Ann McClean in Llanmerewig, Mid-Wales, U.K. [EMAIL PROTECTED] CAWTHORN, SCOTT & DeSilva PALMER Family History Pages: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~cawthorn/ "BookCrossing" - find a book, take it and read it, and then leave it somewhere for someone else to find and read. http://www.bookcrossing.com/ To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] :-) English is tough
Native English speakers will probably never understand the trouble we non-English speakers have with their language! The pronunciation of English must be the most difficult on earth! Jeanette Fischer, Western Cape, South Africa. ENGLISH IS TOUGH STUFF (Multi-national personnel at North Atlantic Treaty Organization headquarters near Paris found English to be an easy language ... until they tried to pronounce it. To help them discard an array of accents, the verses below were devised. After trying them, a Frenchman said he'd prefer six months at hard labor to reading six lines aloud. Try them yourself.) Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress will tear. So shall I! Oh hear my prayer. Just compare heart, beard, and heard, Dies and diet, lord and word, Sword and sward, retain and Britain. (Mind the latter, how it's written.) Now I surely will not plague you With such words as plaque and argue. But be careful how you speak: Say break and steak, but bleak and streak; Cloven, oven, how and low, Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe. Hear me say, devoid of trickery, Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore, Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles, Exiles, similes, and reviles; Scholar, vicar, and cigar, Solar, mica, war and far; One, anemone, Balmoral, Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel; Gertrude, German, wind and mind, Scene, Melpomene, mankind. Billet does not rhyme with ballet, Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet. Blood and flood are not like food, Nor is mould like should and would. Viscous, viscount, load and broad, Toward, to forward, to reward. And your pronunciation's OK When you correctly say croquet, Rounded, wounded, grieve and sleeve, Friend and fiend, alive and live. Ivy, privy, famous; clamour And enamour rhyme with hammer. River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb, Doll and roll and some and home. Stranger does not rhyme with anger, Neither does devour with clangour. Souls but foul, haunt but aunt, Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant, Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger, And then singer, ginger, linger, Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge, Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age. Query does not rhyme with very, Nor does fury sound like bury. Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth. Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath. Though the differences seem little, We say actual but victual. Refer does not rhyme with deafer. Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer. Mint, pint, senate and sedate; Dull, bull, and George ate late. Scenic, Arabic, Pacific, Science, conscience, scientific. Liberty, library, heave and heaven, Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven. We say hallowed, but allowed, People, leopard, towed, but vowed. Mark the differences, moreover, between mover, cover, clover; Leeches, breeches, wise, precise, Chalice, but police and lice; Camel, constable, unstable, Principle, disciple, label. Petal, panel, and canal, Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal. Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair, Senator, spectator, mayor. Tour, but our and succour, four. Gas, alas, and Arkansas. Sea, idea, Korea, area, Psalm, Maria, but malaria. Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean. Doctrine, turpentine, marine. Compare alien with Italian, Dandelion and battalion. Sally with ally, yea, ye, Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key. Say aver, but ever, fever, Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver. Heron, granary, canary. Crevice and device and aerie. Face, but preface, not efface. Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass. Large, but target, gin, give, verging, Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging. Ear, but earn and wear and tear Do not rhyme with here but ere. Seven is right, but so is even, Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen, Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk, Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work. Pronunciation -- think of Psyche! Is a paling stout and spikey? Won't it make you lose your wits, Writing groats and saying grits? It's a dark abyss or tunnel: Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale, Islington and Isle of Wight, Housewife, verdict and indict. Finally, which rhymes with enough -- Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough? Hiccough has the sound of cup. My advice is to give up!!! To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] :-) English is tough
wow wow! it's true that english pronunciation is really weird for us foreigners but i guess french pronunciation is not all that easy either VBG dominique from paris .. Jeanette Fischer a décidé d' écrire à Ò[lace-chat] :-) English is toughÓ. [2004/12/12 15:18] > ENGLISH IS TOUGH STUFF To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Fw: I WISH YOU ENOUGH!
Lynn [EMAIL PROTECTED] ENOUGH Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport.They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate,they hugged and the mother said "I love you and I wish you enough". The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough.Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom". They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking. "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this forever goodbye?" "I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral" she said. "When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?". She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more."When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory --- I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. She then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE. To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH! To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: Lace and fairy tale
On Dec 12, 2004, at 18:57, [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Julie) wrote: Remember how this fairy tale goes: The little girl's mother died and the father remarried. The stepmother did not like her but concealed her dislike. One day the stepmother gave the girl a basket of tasty food and told her to take it to the stepmother's sister, who lived in a cottage at the end of the path in the forest. I love fairy tales, and have never heard this one, so enjoyed it a lot (though would have liked to know how the girl used the objects in her flight from the witch) The comb? A forest grew? The others, I can't even guess... By the way, I note that this tale fits into the old theory (completely unsupported as far as I know) that in the old days women did needlework (or spinning, or weaving) in groups--for company-- and told each other fairy tales to pass the time. Probably depended on who and when. In needlework sweatshops, women worked together not for company, but so they could all be supervised as to the quality of their work. And they weren't permited to tell stories; they weren't permited to talk at all, as that would have slowed them down, and they were being paid for a day's work, and expected to produce thus and such amount of whatever stuff. OTOH, independent workers, who got paid by piece or yard, or did needlework more or less like we do - for themselves (household use etc)... Quite possible. Ladies-in-waiting, at court, most certainly didn't sit mute while busying themselves with their embroideries, either (not that their companionship was by choice ). Since they were doing all that needlework it partiuclarly amused them to put needlework in their stories. Hence, Rumperlstiltskin, and the similar story with the three weird sisters who claim to be deformed by spinning and weaving and suchlike, and Sleeping Beauty who falls into enchented sleep when she pricks her finger on a needle, and so forth. So, let's hear some of the "so forth" :) Textiles in fairy tales sounds like a perfect subject for short and cold days (not in upside-down Oz, of course )... The Sleeping Beauty, pricked herself with a spindle, at least in the version I heard; it was Snow White's mom, who pricked herself with a needle, the blood dropped onto the snow outsdide the window (tells you not even royalty could afford glassed windows, in those days ), etc. There's a Russian fairy tale, about the clever daughter of a peasant, whom the king is thinking of marrying, so he gives her various tasks to perform. In one of the tasks, he gives her a bunch of linen, and orders her to spin and weave it and make the wedding shirt for him by the next day. The next morning, she hands him a fistful of flax seeds and says the shirt is almost ready, but for one sleeve - there wasn't enough linen there. Could he please sow the seed, reap the linen, and have it delivered to her by evening... And, on the subject of a missing sleeve... Wasn't there a story - in the Brothers Grimm collection - about a girl who had to make 12 shirts for her brothers who'd been turned into ravens? --- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] ID-cards; a reprise
Gentle Spiders, I've been e-chatting, off-list, on the subject of what governments know (if they want to), what info is "out there" for the asking, how having uniform ID cards is more paranoid hoopla than fact, and remembered a couple of more instances... 1) Poland was very offended - on behalf of the American "citizens of colour" - when the driver's licences began to use a colour photo. According to the Polish press of that time, that was done because it was no longer permitted to put race/colour on it. Of course, our own little booklets (about half the size of a passport, but a booklet nevertheless. Into which the current address was stamped, much like a visa) had the photos in b&w (and twice the size). But then, our colour-photo technology "was in the swaddling clothes" as the saying went... 2) I had to apply for a Social Security number, having arrived in US as an adult. But, when my son was born - February of '77 - he was was issued one the day after he was born; it was "normal procedure" by the. And what's a SS number if not an ID number? For that matter, a license plate "tracks you" too. 3) But, when I said the government seemed to have all the data on him except spit, when they wanted to check, I forgot the *best part*. 24 hrs after he was born, he was both finger- and foot-printed. Took some effort, in case of the fingers (try to uncurl those little claws ), but it was done, and the data was going to be kept somewhere. Ostensibly so that, in case of a kidnap, he could be identified - either as an adult some years later, or as a corpse left in a ditch somewhere. Nobody asked my (or his ) permission to harvest the data, though I was presented with copies of same for free. I meant to paste them into his baby book, but that was when I meant to make a baby book, and they've disappeared since. From *my* stash. But, from the government's? I doubt it. That organism never disgorges; it only adds (though sometimes, it does mislay stuff). Of course, *my* fingerprints are on file, from the time I applied for the citizenship... ID cards will be an infringement on our privacy? WHAT PRIVACY? --- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] ID-cards; a reprise
My father used to be quite upset at the use of Social Security numbers for anything other than Social Security - he said that the law forbade their use for other things. Of course, until recently that part was conveniently forgotten and they were used as student IDs in school, medical record IDs in doctors' offices, even the subscriber number for commercial insurance carriers. That seems to be tightening up now - partly to avoid identity theft by not making them so ubiquitous. At this point, the government can find out more than it needs or wants to know about me by Googling me. I'm not particularly worried about an ID - though if an evil government wanted to attack its own citizens, it would make it marginally easier to locate the desired subset. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Re: ID-cards; a reprise
On Dec 12, 2004, at 22:36, Martha Krieg wrote: My father used to be quite upset at the use of Social Security numbers for anything other than Social Security - he said that the law forbade their use for other things. Of course, until recently that part was conveniently forgotten and they were used as student IDs in school, medical record IDs in doctors' offices, even the subscriber number for commercial insurance carriers. They were, often, also put on checks - for convenience. And they were - *and still are*, unless you request otherwise - put on your driver's licence. With the identity-theft issue having surfaced in the recent years, I no longer have my SS# on the driver's license (had it removed from my checks even earlier than that, which means I have to have my DL with me every time I write a check, so that the clerk can scribble it on the check. PITA, as Avital says ); it's been replaced with some other ID# At this point, the government can find out more than it needs or wants to know about me by Googling me. No kiddin' :) Even *I* - the most active compu-idiot of all - can Google up a path straight to the door of the most privacy-paranoid members of Arachne... --- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] :) Fwd: airline news
Not brand new, but I think it's been a while since it's been revived... From: R.C. As the airliner pushed back from the gate, the flight attendant gave the passengers the usual information regarding seat belts, etc. Finally, she said, "Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to your destination." Joe sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, "Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman?" When the attendants came by with the drink cart, he said, "Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?" "Yes," said the attendant, "In fact, this entire crew is female." "My God," said Joe, "I'd better have two scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think of all those women up there in the cockpit." "That's another thing sir," said the attendant, "We no longer call it the cock pit. Now it's the box office." --- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Site obout France (lace-chat)
Nice site, Dominique! And I quite agree with you about the toilets! My Aussie husband always has a terrible time finding one, too!!! Helene, the froggy from Melbourne Find local movie times and trailers on Yahoo! Movies. http://au.movies.yahoo.com To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Lace and fairy tale
Hi Spiders Some months ago I for the first time started a lace piece that had recognizable pictures instead of just abstract figures. The novelty has now worn off, but for the longest time whenever I sat down in front of my pillow I was inescapably reminded of the fairy tale of the little girl and the black cat. Remember how this fairy tale goes: The little girl's mother died and the father remarried. The stepmother did not like her but concealed her dislike. One day the stepmother gave the girl a basket of tasty food and told her to take it to the stepmother's sister, who lived in a cottage at the end of the path in the forest. The little girl arrived at the cottage, which had an evil looking rusty gate in front. She managed with effort to open and close it, the hinges squealing loudly. Then she had to duck and push her way past a massive willow tree, whose branches kept getting in her face. As soon as she got clear she realized that she was in the presence of a huge snarling dog. She ran with the dog at her heels and made it through the door of the cottage just in time. An old woman's voice from another room asked her who she was and what she wanted, and she said,"It is I, Auntie, I have been sent by your sister with this basket of good things." The voice replied,"Dear Niece, I am busy at the moment. Go to the next room and work on the needlework there. I will see you shortly." In the next room was an embroidey frame with a magnificently realistic almost completed design of a black cat. The little girl sat down to finish the embroidery but had barely started when to her surprise the head of the cat turned and spoke to her: "Girl, I am a prisoner here. Undo the emboridery and free me! ...but be very careful not to break the thread as you unpick it." The astonished girl carefully unpicked the cat design, being very careful not to break the thread, which fell into a pile beside her. When she undid the last stitch, the thread in her hand suddenly writhed, she dropped it, the whole length of the thread shimmered, and suddenly the whole pile transformed into a living cat, the very image of the picture that had been in the embroidery. The cat washed itself, gave the girl a disdainful look, and said loftily, "O foolish girl! Don;t you know that your stepmother has sent you to your death? Her sister, the old woman who rules here, is actually the evil Baba Yaga and she will shortly kill you and eat you for lunch." The girl jumped up from her seat in alarm, "Thank you for this warning, o gracious Cat. How can I ever repay you?" The cat said," Stupid girl! I need no thanks. But I suppose you deserve something for freeing me. There are three things that may prove useful to you: the ham sandwich in the basket, the yellow ribbon on the table over there, and the oil can under the bench over here. And here is something else that may prove most useful of all. Throw it on the ground, but don't do so until you absolutely have to." Then, with a triumphant laugh, the cat turned and leaped through the window, leaving only its laugh behind. The girl collected the sandwich, the ribbon, and the oil can. Searching the area near the embroidery stand she found-- exactly where the cat had been sitting--a beautiful and strangely carved tortoiseshell comb. She took that, too. The old woman's voice came," I am terribly sorry to be so occupied, Dearie. You won't mind waiting a few more minutes, will you?" The girl, trembling with fear, replied, "I am making great progess with the needlework, Auntie. Please take your time." And then she quickly ran out the door. ...and so on .. When I sat down at my lace pillow, the figures did not in fact turn and talk to to me--that would have been worrisome-- but I kept on feeling that, as with the black cat, I was trapping living things into the lace. My project starts out with a big eagle head, facing so that the beak points to the top It is continuous lace--Chantilly--so one makes it by starting at the top and working downwards, making the entire lace at once. The lacing went particularly slowly at first, since I was unfamiliar with the design and hadn't previously worked so finely, so I worked on the beak for what semed an endless amount of time. It felt just as if I had grabbed the poor bird by the nose and was holding on to it! Poor bird, I would think, it must be so hard to breathe when I am holding onto your nose like this. Poor bird, how hard it must be for you to shriek grandly with your nose being held. Poor bird, how undignified for you to be held by your nose, I am so sorry to be drawing out this indignity for so long. I felt that it gave a sigh of relief when I finally moved past its beak to the rest of its head. It may now be trapped in the lace but at least it was no longer being actively clutched by the nose. I felt that is
