Re: [lace-chat] To those born in the 40's 50's and 60's
It reminded me of some of our friends who were the first of us all to get married. They declined to produce / maintain a present list - and ended up with 11 toasters!!! Sue --- Carol Melton [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: all 13 ladies had made their very own special Jello salad. Each one was different. Over the years that luncheon was fondly remembered To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: [lace-chat] To those born in the 40's 50's and 60's
We must be lateral thinkers (or something). We sometimes have a potluck with our lace group and mostly people don't discuss before hand what they will bring. We have always had a really good selection for the meal with no heavy emphasis on either main courses or desserts. Malvary in Ottawa (the nation's capital), Canada - Original Message - From: Alice Howell [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: lace-chat@arachne.com Sent: Thursday, June 01, 2006 1:31 AM Subject: Re: [lace-chat] To those born in the 40's 50's and 60's --- Carol Melton [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: all 13 ladies had made their very own special Jello salad. Each one was different. Over the years that luncheon was fondly remembered You reminded me of the monthly potlucks at my childhood church. We'll always remember the one when every hot dish was spagetti. And the one when every desert was chocolate cake. My mother's cake was completely eaten while some others were barely touched. (Mom was known for her chocolate cake.) Some people were very annoyed when their cakes were passed by. Thanks for the memory, Alice in Oregon 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] :-) The Brave Pig
A man was visiting a farm to do business with the farmer. They were sat in the lovely big, warm farmhouse kitchen when the door opened and in walked a pig with a wooden leg. The visitor burst out laughing. The farmer asked him why he was laughing and the man said that he had never seen a pig with a wooden leg before and continued to laugh. The farmer got very annoyed, turned on the man, saying How dare you laugh at my pig. He is a very brave pig. He saved my life, you know. The man asked how this had happened. The farmer explained, Well, it was like this. I was in my barn, up in the hay loft, when I accidentally kicked over the oil lamp. It fell over the edge down into the barn, landing in some straw and setting fire to it. In my haste to get out of the barn, I fell down the ladder and broke my leg. The pig came into the barn, saw me, grabbed hold of my collar and dragged me out of the barn. He saved my life. He is a very brave pig. The visitor said, And that was how he lost his leg then. No, said the farmer, but you don't eat a brave pig like that all in one go. Jean in Poole, Dorset, UK To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
RE: [lace-chat] To those born in the 1940's, 50's, and 60's !!
Our town air raid sirens are also still used as a flood warning, about once a year they are tested and although I cannot remember the war they still give me the creeps when they go off. Sue M Harvey Norfolk UK -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Behalf Of Elizabeth Ligeti Sent: 01 June 2006 02:03 To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [lace-chat] To those born in the 1940's, 50's, and 60's !! I can remember the rationing in England, too. (That dates me, doesn't it?!!!) I remember that Auntie had a big biscuit tin, and each time we got our sweets ration we each had to put one sweet in the tin, then at Xmas we had a feast. I can remember the excitement when she opened the tin on Xmas afternoon, and we could eat as many as we wanted - just for that day!!! :) Mum's other sister can not eat butter (she is now 100 years old) and I cannot each cheese, so we each got the other's ration of that! I can remember, too the day sweet rationing ended. We were allowed to go to the Candy Store down the road, and buy wharever we wanted, and then we ate till we were sick!! That taught us to be more careful with pigging-in next time.!!! I remember, too, when I was about 4 years old, being sat on Grandma's dining room table, and being fitted for a gas mask. I can still remember and feel, the claustrophobic feeling it gave me! And my tummy still gives a lurch when I hear the siren go - the Air-raid siren type is still used out here at our holiday town to call out the volunteer firemen if there is a fire! Regards 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] Air raid siren
I lived on top of quite a high hill in Somerset before moving to Poole. There was a lady in her 80s who was in charge of the air raid siren. She was to sound it if we got the four minute warning of a nuclear attack! There was a meeting the village where ex-army officer Colonel what-ever-his-name was gave us a lecture on what we had to do if there was a nuclear attack on Taunton in the valley: A nuclear bomb would be more likely to be dropped on Taunton in the valley than on the Government top-secret radio listening station on top of the hill we lived on. Nuclear fallout would stay in the valley. There would be survivors from Taunton, and we had to be prepared to take them into our homes. 4 minutes was sufficient warning for people in the valley to gather belongings together. Yeah mate! Sad thing is, he really believed it. 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] As I've Matured............
Don't think I can remember this one on the list before, my *eighteen year old* daughter has forwarded it to me she thinks she has matured Unfortunately, there was no credit to the original source. As I've Matured... I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in... I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses. I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think. I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off. I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back. I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity. I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it. I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities. I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity. I've learned that the people you care for most in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the rear are permanent. -- Jane Partridge To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] Potluck suppers
Hi All, I love the stories of having all the same thing brought to potluck suppers G. I'm most thrilled with Alice's note about the one where everyone brought chocolate cake! When I was a girl I had a book about Little Bear who always spoke in rhyme. The illustrations were fabulous and I loved to read and reread the book. One of my favorite stories was about a school picnic where everyone brought chocolate cake! I didn't think that would happen in real life G. Jane in Vermont, USA looking forward to the New England Lace Group Retreat in a week! To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
RE: [lace-chat] To those born in the 1940's, 50's, and 60's !!
--- Sue [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Our town air raid sirens are also still used as a flood warning, about once a year they are tested On the Oregon coast, sirens like this are used for sunami warnings. To keep from terrifying the people during a test, instead of a siren, they broadcast a cow mooing. Weird, but not scary. Alice in Oregon To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
[lace-chat] sirens
Sue [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Our town air raid sirens are also still used as a flood warning, about once a year they are tested and although I cannot remember the war they still give me the creeps when they go off. The sirens around here mark the 10-mile boundary for a nuclear power plant. If they go off, I'm afraid I'd have more than the creeps. :( Lynn Carpenter in SW Michigan, USA alwen at i2k dot com http://lost-arts.blogspot.com/ To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
