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"Ruby Vee" wrote in message
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On 2007-04-29 21:37:56 -0400, Larry said:


Ah yes, cold winter mornings. I grew up on a farm in Wisconsin --
didn't have electric milkers so we milked by hand. When it's 30 or 40
below zero, it's really hard to get the fingers working to strip a cow!

Ya know, Ruby, if you didn't insist on dressing them up it'd be much easier
to milk them in the morning. :-D

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Ruby Vee wrote in news:200704300129538930-rubyvee3
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I'm 51 -- I left the farm the minute I graduated from high school, and
haven't looked back. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!


We had all the "modern conveniences", like indoor plumbing and power.
Granny's butter churn was electric, but her cream separator was not. I
spent many hours cranking that damned handle just to get some buttermilk.

We weren't allowed to drive the little pickup truck, but driving down
mainstreet in a huge John Deere towing 4 wagons of hay was considered
"normal" and OK. Don't ask me why. I've left the John Deere running in
the Grand Union (supermarket) parking lot while I went in to fill the
grocery list for Her Majesty.

The only time I got busted by the cops was for running at full throttle
in road gear down Main St with the cylinder pressure relief petcocks open
so the blue flames were shooting out the sides of the John Deere "B"...
(c; The cops said I was makin' too much NOISE! I said, "Huh?" They
called my dad on me, resulting in a beating, of course.

Larry
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On 2007-04-30 11:19:17 -0400, "KLC Lewis" said:

Ya know, Ruby, if you didn't insist on dressing them up it'd be much easier
to milk them in the morning. :-D

Cute!
--
Ruby Vee

Focusing on the negative only gives it more power -- Chinese fortune cookie

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On Apr 30, 3:29 am, Peter Hendra wrote:
Ever read Telsa Queen Bee rants?

Joe

Hi Joe,

No. Educate me.

Peter

Colliers, January 30, 1926

The life of the bee will be the life of our race, says Nikola Tesla,
world-famed scientist.

A NEW sex order is coming--with the female as superior. You will
communicate instantly by simple vest-pocket equipment. Aircraft will
travel the skies, unmanned, driven and guided by radio. Enormous
power will be transmitted great distances without wires. Earthquakes
will become more and more frequent. Temperate zones will turn frigid
or torrid. And some of these awe-inspiring developments, says Tesla,
are not so very far off.


Mr. Tesla regards the emergence of woman as one of the most profound
portents for the future.

"It is clear to any trained observer," he says, "and even to the
sociologically untrained, that a new attitude toward sex
discrimination has come over the world through the centuries,
receiving an abrupt stimulus just before and after the World War.

"This struggle of the human female toward sex equality will end in a
new sex order, with the female as superior. The modern woman, who
anticipates in merely superficial phenomena the advancement of her
sex, is but a surface symptom of something deeper and more potent
fermenting in the bosom of the race.

"It is not in the shallow physical imitation of men that women will
assert first their equality and later their superiority, but in the
awakening of the intellect of women.

"Through countless generations, from the very beginning, the social
subservience of women resulted naturally in the partial atrophy or at
least the hereditary suspension of mental qualities which we now know
the female sex to be endowed with no less than men.

The Queen is the Center of Life

"BUT the female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all the mental
acquirements and achievements of men, and as generations ensue that
capacity will be expanded; the average woman will be as well educated
as the average man, and then better educated, for the dormant
faculties of her brain will be stimulated to an activity that will be
all the more intense and powerful because of centuries of repose.
Woman will ignore precedent and startle civilization with their
progress.

"The acquisition of new fields of endeavor by women, their gradual
usurpation of leadership, will dull and finally dissipate feminine
sensibilities, will choke the maternal instinct, so that marriage and
motherhood may become abhorrent and human civilization draw closer and
closer to the perfect civilization of the bee."

The significance of this lies in the principle dominating the economy
of the bee--the most highly organized and intelligently coordinated
system of any form of nonrational animal life--the all-governing
supremacy of the instinct for immortality which makes divinity out of
motherhood.

The center of all bee life is the queen. She dominates the hive, not
through hereditary right, for any egg may be hatched into a reigning
queen, but because she is the womb of this insect race.

We Can Only Sit and Wonder

THERE are the vast, desexualized armies of workers whose sole aim and
happiness in life is hard work. It is the perfection of communism, of
socialized, cooperative life wherein all things, including the young,
are the property and concern of all.

Then there are the virgin bees, the princess bees, the females which
are selected from the eggs of the queen when they are hatched and
preserved in case an unfruitful queen should bring disappointment to
the hive. And there are the male bees, few in number, unclean of
habit, tolerated only because they are necessary to mate with the
queen.

When the time is ripe for the queen to take her nuptial flight the
male bees are drilled and regimented. The queen passes the drones
which guard the gate of the hive, and the male bees follow her in
rustling array. Strongest of all the inhabitants of the hive, more
powerful than any of her subjects, the queen launches into the air,
spiraling upward and upward, the male bees following. Some of the
pursuers weaken and fail, drop out of the nuptial chase, but the queen
wings higher and higher until a point is reached in the far ether
where but one of the male bees remains. By the inflexible law of
natural selection he is the strongest, and he mates with the queen.
At the moment of marriage his body splits asunder and he perishes.

The queen returns to the hive, impregnated, carrying with her tens of
thousands of eggs--a future city of bees, and then begins the cycle of
reproduction, the concentration of the teeming life of the hive in
unceasing work for the birth of a new generation.

Imagination falters at the prospect of human analogy to this
mysterious and superbly dedicated civilization of the bee; but when we
consider how the human instinct for race perpetuation dominates life
in its normal and exaggerated and perverse manifestations, there is
ironic justice in the possibility that this instinct, with the
continuing intellectual advance of women, may be finally expressed
after the manner of the bee, though it will take centuries to break
down the habits and customs of peoples that bar the way to such a
simiply and scientifically ordered civilization.

We have seen a beginning of this in the United States. In Wisconsin
the sterilization of confirmed criminals and pre-marriage examination
of males is required by law, while the doctrine of eugenics is now
boldly preached where a few decades ago its advocacy was a statutory
offense.

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Hi Jeff,

Was that Turkish style coffee? (ground very fine, boiled lightly in a
small pot, served in a small cup.) I've tried to reproduce this on my
own but its never palatable. I suppose I'll have to go to Greece or
Turkey to sample it made properly.

Yes, the product is the same whether it be Greek or Turkish. At the
risk of being flamed in enternity by a legion of irate Greeks who
still remember bitterly the Turkish atrocities of the '23 war and
neglect to remember their equally horrific misdeeds of that same war,
much of what is so proudly kept as their culture today actually comes
from the Turks. All my relatives and 95% of the Greek population of
Australia would deem this statement sufficient to warrant my sudden
demise - I'm very serious. You should be aware that Crete in
particular, where my family originate from, was Turkish until 1912.
That famed Greek national dish - mousaka - is Seljuk Turkish in origin
in both the recipe and the word. Essentially the food is pretty much
the same apart from the more devout Turks not eating pork. Same with
the coffee. In fact, in Sydney, most Greek homes I have visited use
packets branded in Turkish.

You obviously like your coffee. In Australia and New Zealand we can
buy at a reasonable price, Espresso coffee machines that come standard
with a steam attachment for heating and frothing the milk for
cappucino. I don't mean the one I have on the boat in which the finely
ground coffee is but in a sealed sieve like funnel in between the
water which is heated to greated than boiling point which then erupts
through the funnel up into the top receptacle (I'd make a lousy
technical writer). I mean smaller versions of the cafe type that pump
the water to pressurise it. - I wrote all of these words so that I
could ask if these are not available in the land of the free.
...

http://www.terroircoffee.com/heers


cheers
Peter

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When I was young, in the 1950's, NY state had terrible snow storms from
the Great Lakes "Lake Effect" snows.

Larry,
You paint a wonderful picture of growing up in such a completely
different environment that experienced in more temperate New Zealand
which is 1,000 miles or so long but which has temperate weather
inducing surrouinding seas. The original name for N.Z. was the Maori
one - Aotearoa - essentially "the land of the long white cloud" As I
read your writing I became aware that the mental imagery your words
provoked were from the movies that I had seen since childhood. They,
usually from the Disney studios, of course portrayed idyllic
situations with the ideal stereotype American (white of course) family
of the time. America was apparently a heaven on earth where everyone
had large cars, large houses, toboggans, ice skates, drive in movies
and every other desirable feature of modern life. The kitchens of
these houses were very middle class with all the conveniences and the
mothers never worked and were always supoportive and understanding
while the fathers had good jobs but sort of hovered within the
periphery of the family. Looking back, it seemed that American Mothers
were very much in control as were the young girl children of the boys.
I remember at eight years old when I lived in a Boy's home, when we
were in bed at night after seeing such a family at the 'pictures'. We
talked half into the night about how we were going to be fathers just
like that; we'd take our children fishing, camping in the woods and on
holidays around the country. I can't recall any thoughts of a wife in
the picture at all. Needless to say, I later acquired one, or rather,
she acquired me or took me off the streets depending upon who she is
talking with at the time.

We have in some of New Zealand's central North Island lakes, such as
lake Taupo, a small variety of smelt which is not fished (apart from
by poachers) as it provides food for Rainbow and Brown trout.

What used to be prolific was a small 25 - 30 mm (sorry inch to inch
and a quarter - tedious to say and to write) long young of a species
of primitive native trout - the galaxids, of which we have about 6 or
7 species. This fish spawns in the estuaries and the sea and migrates
en mass up the rivers as fry. They are eaten entire, being too small
to scale, fillet, gut and behead; normally mixed with a little beaten
egg to bind them into pattiies that are quickly fried in butter in a
hot skillet. Delicious with freshly squeezed lemon.

As young kids we would meet up to go fishing from the commercial
wharves of the capital, Wellington in the days before containers and
when kids and others could walk the wharves in the weekends. Try it
now and you will be stopped by security at the gate. . Depending upon
the season, we could catch fast running sea trout - the Kahawai, with
a spinner on the end of a piece of nylon - didn't have rods, couldn't
afford them. Most of the time we would use squeezed pieces of bread on
tiny hooks to catch sardines and pilchards which we would either cook
ourselves in an old frypan we kept hidden beneath the wooden wharf
structure or, if it was raining, take them to 'Charlie's' - an elderly
Chinese shopkeeper who sold Chinese dry goods and whose wife would
cook them for us out back while they told stories of old China. He was
a Kuomintang officer before the war. The way to clean and cook them I
taught my wife and son in Turkey a few years ago where these fish are
US$1 or 2 dollars a kilo in the markets and very fresh.

You should try it sometime. it is simple and they taste delicious.
Such simple expertise also impresses the women - almost as good as
dragging a wooly mammoth back to the cave.

NOTE: This is a tip for CRUISING BOAT people who may espy these small
fish in a foreign or not so foreign fish market and ponder the cooking
of them. Got it in there Larry.

Take the fish in one hand, grasp the head with the other and pull down
and towards the stomach. This will rip off the head and eviscerate the
poor creature in one motion. Then, hold the fish in one hand, ventral
surface up and push the thumbnail of the other hand beneath the
backbone from the now headless end until it has lifted off completely
and you are left with two fillets held together by the caudal peduncle
(forgive me - the biologist you know) - the base of the tail. Stack
them on a plate and when you have sufficient - half a dozen fish will
suffice for an entree portion, wash them gently, dredge them lightly
in seasoned (salt and pepper and a little chilli if you wish) flour
and lay in hot olive oil. Cook several at a time - quickly - and turn
them over when golden. Again (damn, I am copiously salivating doglike
at the moment) serve with a little sprig of parsley and squeezed
lemon.

Sounds more difficult than it is but the results are more than worth
it. Your are not required to beat your chest when you present them to
your woman, but.... if it helps.

It is sometimes not good to revisit your childhood haunts. They always
change and get smaller. They exist far better as memories.

Looking back now, there were usually the three of us who were also
friends at school; me a Greek Moslem, Michael an Italian Catholic who
later joined the Jesuits and another Peter who was Chinese and a pagan
who used chopsticks at that. I can't remember it ever mattering then
and we are still close friends over 50 years later. Perhaps life was
simpler then. Michael's Dad was a commercial fisherman who taught us
to caulk boats - his, and to repair nets - his. He made me promise
that if I ever went to Italy I would light a candle for him in the
church on the island of Stromboli - his origin. We made a long detour
from the Straits of Messina to the Aeolian Islands just to do so. I
sought the assistance of the young priest who gave me a candle
(normally two Euros), explained how to light it and place it in the
sand box, and left to wait with my owner and son, not before advising
that I could pray in any manner I wished and advising the general
direction of Mecca without my asking. Afterwards, we were invited into
his home for lunch. I shall never forget that priest.

cheers
Peter

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Peter Hendra wrote in
:

Larry,
You paint a wonderful picture of growing up in such a completely
different environment that experienced in more temperate New Zealand
which is 1,000 miles or so long but which has temperate weather
inducing surrouinding seas. The original name for N.Z. was the Maori
one - Aotearoa - essentially "the land of the long white cloud" As I
read your writing I became aware that the mental imagery your words
provoked were from the movies that I had seen since childhood. They,
usually from the Disney studios, of course portrayed idyllic
situations with the ideal stereotype American (white of course) family
of the time. America was apparently a heaven on earth where everyone
had large cars, large houses, toboggans, ice skates, drive in movies
and every other desirable feature of modern life. The kitchens of
these houses were very middle class with all the conveniences and the
mothers never worked and were always supoportive and understanding
while the fathers had good jobs but sort of hovered within the
periphery of the family. Looking back, it seemed that American Mothers
were very much in control as were the young girl children of the boys.
I remember at eight years old when I lived in a Boy's home, when we
were in bed at night after seeing such a family at the 'pictures'. We


If you want to see a little piece of that world in the USA, you need look
no further than the Lustron Corporation, who created those middle class
American homes of enameled steel around 1950 for several years. Lustron
homes have a real cult following, today, and are still as nice a house as
they were in 1949.
http://lustron.org/

Returning GIs met very short housing markets unable to sell them a home
on their new GI Bill guarantees. Lustron built whole tracts of houses,
almost overnight with their prefabricated cities.

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....

Larry
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On Tue, 01 May 2007 02:22:21 +0000, Larry wrote:

Fascinating, and i am getting an education to boot.

The sad thing about this type of picturing the "typical American
family" is that many people believed that it was the norm and thus
expected it.

When I taught high school science for a couple of years, a colleague
who taught social studies (in N.Z. - other countries and society) set
an assignment for his 14 year old boys and girls to make a collage
from newspaper and magazine pictures - or any pictures, of their
future in ten or so years time.

The boys of course had cars and motorbikes. Most of the girls had
collages combining expenive, unaffordable homes, candlelight dining as
in the Lustron picture, loving family scenes and such as pictures of
them waving off hubby to work in his equally unaffordable to most
sports car whilst standing at the door in an evening gown complete
with diamond earings and impractical (for cleaning the house and
washing the nappies, that is) hairstyles. All the men were muscular
and handsome and all the women were fashion models - not a pot belly,
sagging boob or unslightly stretchmark in sight.

Is it any wonder that, with the reality of stretching the meagre
budgets of the newly wed, kids screaming in the middle of the night
from illnesses etc, wife finding that she has to work, husband
realising that the GT40 is beyond his reach etc., etc., that reality
sets in, romance and hope die a little and our divorce rate is close
to 50%. I don't know what the figures for the U.S. are but I remember
that a survey taken in Dallas, Texas a few years ago gave the figure
of above 90% to financial reasons being the primary cause of Marital
breakdowns.

Now if only people bought a BOAT to live aboard instead of a house,
perhaps they might stay together longer due to the requirement on the
sea for shared responsibility. - Had to think on that one.

Peter

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....

Larry

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Hi Peter and Larry,

Peter Hendra wrote:
On Tue, 01 May 2007 02:22:21 +0000, Larry wrote:

Fascinating, and i am getting an education to boot.

The sad thing about this type of picturing the "typical American
family" is that many people believed that it was the norm and thus
expected it.

When I taught high school science for a couple of years, a colleague
who taught social studies (in N.Z. - other countries and society) set
an assignment for his 14 year old boys and girls to make a collage
from newspaper and magazine pictures - or any pictures, of their
future in ten or so years time.

The boys of course had cars and motorbikes. Most of the girls had
collages combining expenive, unaffordable homes, candlelight dining as
in the Lustron picture, loving family scenes and such as pictures of
them waving off hubby to work in his equally unaffordable to most
sports car whilst standing at the door in an evening gown complete
with diamond earings and impractical (for cleaning the house and
washing the nappies, that is) hairstyles. All the men were muscular
and handsome and all the women were fashion models - not a pot belly,
sagging boob or unslightly stretchmark in sight.

The major change in civilization that led to these
unrealistic fantasies of life in the youngsters
was the rise of mass visual media--photography,
magazines, movies, and then television. The
people making their living selling mass media
quickly figured out that glamor attracted an
audience, and that no one was interested in the
realistic mundane parts of life. Advertisers also
needed to attract eyeballs to their product so
featured the beautiful people enjoying their products.

The result was a generation of children raised
with unrealistic expectations of life, and, as
they became older, the vague feeling that they
were failing at life because they did not have the
lifestyle portrayed and expected.

Is it any wonder that, with the reality of stretching the meagre
budgets of the newly wed, kids screaming in the middle of the night
from illnesses etc, wife finding that she has to work, husband
realising that the GT40 is beyond his reach etc., etc., that reality
sets in, romance and hope die a little and our divorce rate is close
to 50%. I don't know what the figures for the U.S. are but I remember
that a survey taken in Dallas, Texas a few years ago gave the figure
of above 90% to financial reasons being the primary cause of Marital
breakdowns.

It is said that 50% of the marriages end in
divorce, but I have noticed that there are a lot
of people around that have been married only once
and are devoted to their mates. At the same time,
there are a fewer number that have been married
four or five times. This would suggest that the
statistics are skewed by a small percentage of
people who have many marriage failures.

To illustrate, consider five siblings. Four of
them have long term marriages with committed
mates, but one is married four times with each
marriage ending in divorce. In this case, you
have eight marriages, with four ending in divorce
for your "50% of marriages end in divorce"
statistic, but it doesn't show the real picture.


Now if only people bought a BOAT to live aboard instead of a house,
perhaps they might stay together longer due to the requirement on the
sea for shared responsibility. - Had to think on that one.

I wonder what the statistics for divorce are among
liveaboard cruisers. I've heard that a lot of
marriages end under the strain of one party being
an avid sailor with dreams of seeing the world,
while the other is a reluctant participant.
Oddly, it seems that either sex is equally likely
to get the wanderlust.


Peter

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....
Larry

Larry,

The US$ isn't at all worthless. You should do
some foreign travel to get a feel for what people
in other countries are having to put up with.

We just got back from the UK, where we were paying
0.92 UKP per liter for "petrol". That is the
equivalent of almost $8 per gallon. Whenever we
travel outside the USA, I like to check out real
estate, grocery, transportation, fuel etc prices
to get a feel for the cost of living. On this
trip my wife and I both came back with the
distinct feeling that we in the USA still have
things very good compared to the UK, but most of
us don't know it.

Don W.

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On Tue, 01 May 2007 10:43:13 -0500, Don W
wrote:

Hi Don,
You provide food for thought. I know that many of the full-time
cruisers of post 40 years old that we have met are onto their second
marriages and that we, on our first, are noticably in the minority. I
cannot give you figures but it has struck us like that. Both partners
want to see the world in most cases and like the lifestyle. Some even
met because of the boat.

I wonder what the statistics for divorce are among
liveaboard cruisers. I've heard that a lot of
marriages end under the strain of one party being
an avid sailor with dreams of seeing the world,
while the other is a reluctant participant.
Oddly, it seems that either sex is equally likely
to get the wanderlust.


Larry,

The US$ isn't at all worthless. You should do
some foreign travel to get a feel for what people
in other countries are having to put up with.

We just got back from the UK, where we were paying
0.92 UKP per liter for "petrol". That is the
equivalent of almost $8 per gallon. Whenever we
travel outside the USA, I like to check out real
estate, grocery, transportation, fuel etc prices
to get a feel for the cost of living. On this
trip my wife and I both came back with the
distinct feeling that we in the USA still have
things very good compared to the UK, but most of
us don't know it.

Don W.

I would agree. you should buy diesel in Europe where we were paying
over 1 Euro per litre a couple of years back. In traveling through the
Med., I tried to compare not just prices (expensive) but what the
avergae earnings would buy in real terms between countries I was on
familiar terms with such as Australia, New Zealand and Malaysia. In
Spain (we never made it to Northern Europe) I came to the realisation
that the average person was far better off and had a higher standard
of living in both Australia and New Zealand. When I took car and home
ownership per capita and the amount of income directed to that as well
as other non-discretionary spending, I gained the belief that the
average citizen of Malaysia, a developing country, was better off than
those in Spain, southern Italy and Greece. This was by no means a
strict academic exercise. It was fueled by my own curiosity. Anyone
could drive a bus through my methodology.

In my travels to the US, I have always been impressed with how cheap
many things were. Larry, you may not be as well off as you once were,
but you still have it better than many other developed nations.

You want to know where your dollar has gone? - to China as it has done
many times over the centuries - US/China trade deficit 30:1 in China's
favour. Ever wondered why Spain, with its vast empire and the tons of
gold and silver and other wealth that was brought back from the new
world, does not seem to have profited by it?

During the time of their empire their king was none as "The silver
King" in the east as Spain shipped hugh quantities of the stuff east
to pay for consumables such as silks, spices and porcelain. It wasn't
invested in capital works that could create further wealth; most was
spent on consumer goods - and they didn't have an adverising industry

cheers