Ruth -
I wondered why the subject looked familiar.
Born and bled, we be from the same blue jean pool. Out of the lot of us who
have been and lurked, I'm the only one who's stuck it out to understand just
exactly what my bro does for a living. Half the time, I don't have a clue
what y'all are talking about when it comes to professional speak. To BP,
I'm the Costello to the Abbott, the Lewis to the Martin.
It's also interesting to see where friends are on a list that doesn't tend
to build friends. I'm on one for Oracle databases where periodically
friends will make comments that were meant to go to someone privately, but
they accidently reply to the list. Makes for good laugh track fodder.
- Pam
-----Original Message-----
From: Ruth Barton [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Wednesday, May 22, 2002 12:17 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Fear of New York & Cotter Pins
Pam, Is he your real, blood brother or a cyber brother? I am
particularly interested in siblings who belong to the same lists. It is
surprisingly rare on the lists I'm on. One list has a mother/daughter pair
also but not many lists appear to have people who are related, except the
genealogy lists where occasionally two people will discover they are
cousins of some degree. Ruth
At 2:46 PM -0400 4/18/02, Stevenson, Pam wrote:
>Amazing whats I kin learn from my dear ol' brudder on this list.
>
>Why did you keep the cotter pin collection a secret, especially considering
>Grandpa's predilection for storing nuts, bolts, screws, etc. in coffe cans,
>Planter's Peanut cans (or was it mixed nuts?) and metal Kodak film
>canisters? No one would have been surprized.
>
>So, I need a cotter pin for the lawn mower. Got one I could have?
>
>- Pam
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Ken Follett [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
>Sent: Thursday, April 18, 2002 2:34 PM
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: Fear of New York & Cotter Pins
>
>
>In a message dated 4/18/2002 5:09:43 AM Pacific Daylight Time,
>[log in to unmask] writes:
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>The Livery Tavern, where I used to wait for the school bus.
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>Before a Tavern it was a pet shop and before that a plumbers barn.
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>The plumber, Mr. Mattachek used to throw his surplus truck junk out in the
>lot, like some people empty their pockets of spare change, into a slowly
>rusting & oily pile behind the back door. I remember hours of sorting
>through the pile to find cotter pins... I don't know exactly what the
>compulsion was, but that summer cotter pins, something that I only kew of
as
>discoverable in Mr. Mattachek's pile, as opposed to nuts or screws, were
>"the thing" in my latest collection. Some were straight, and some were
bent,
>large and small, some whith their heads flat and I always wondered why they
>were in different shapes and configurations and why anyone would throw them
>out. I think it was best because my sorting and hording was secret, until
>now. Amazing to me when I found out about hardware stores and that you
could
>actually buy these things. Even more amazing when I was reading Exra
Pound's
>Cantos and he was going on about a man that saved and straightened used
>nails. I did that ! for a number of years as well.
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Ruth Barton
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Westminster, VT
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