> 06-28-05  16:34, Barbara Mcnay told James Bradley
 > about Eyeglasses darken in lig

 >  How do, Barbara?

 >> Barbara McNay wrote to James Bradley, "Eyeglasses
 >>> Barbara McNay wrote to James Bradley, "Eyeglasses
 >>>> Barbara McNay wrote to James Bradley, "Eyeglasses

 >>>>> Cindy Haglund wrote to George Pope, "Eyeglasses darken
 >>>>> in ligh" on 06-20-05
 >>>>>  CH> 0n (16 Jun 05) George Pope wrote to Cindy Haglund...

 >>>>>  CH>  Hmm well one of my brothers-in-law has  his
birthday on December
 >>>>>  CH> 25th. A friend's daughter's bday is Dec 4. Our
 >>>>>  CH>son's was Dec 18th...
 >>>>>  CH> so yeah there's others' I know of born in
December. Yep.

 >>>>> All six of my fathers family were born in mid-
 >>>>> December. Comes a time when the
 >>>>> crop's in...

 >>>>  BM> I suppose you mean planted, not harvested ... [g]

 >>>> Granny would be shuckin' and cookin'... Just when
 >>>> winter is the bleakest, plop!

 >>>  BM> But that was the end of the runs, when the babies left the
 >>>  BM> assembly line, so to speak.  What event encouraged the
 >>>  BM> clockwork initiation of them?

 >>> You know, I never did the math before! 

 >>> March, it would be, where we can still have snow on
 >>> the ground, or at
 >>> least it can be too early to sow. I guess there was
 >>> nothing to do
 >>> until the fields dried out. ROTF... Or somewhere
 >>> else... 

 >>  BM> And coupled with spring fever ... [g]


 >> Well, hormones and all... You pent those up for long
 >> enough...

 >  BM> Mmm.  They had it down to a fine science, didn't they?
 >  BM> Farming all summer and fall, advanced pregnancy and new
 >  BM> baby in the winter  Then comes March, and Opportunity! :)

 > LOL! No snow to shovel... Snow turning to run-off...
 > Flower buds, testing the air... Well... I don't know
 > if I'd call it a fever, but something like that.
 > 

 >>> ... "Not tonight honey...  I have a modem."

 >>  BM> You *know* they didn't have a modem. [g]

 >> I can almost guarantee they didn't have a phone
 >> either!

 >> I'll bet my generation will be the last to ever use a
 >> community
 >> line. Who needed phone sex, when you can hear your
 >> neighbour dirt?

 >  BM> Who had time to listen to the neighbors, when there was farming to be
 >  BM> done?

 > ...Us kids, when we were too young to be trusted on
 > the Massy Fergison, or around augers! To think about
 > it, there was nothing racy that we ever heard, but
 > just the act of listening to something that was
 > intended for others... Well... WE thought we were the
 > Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Hm.  Well, I mowed a couple of small fields with a M-F. [g] And I've had
party lines, but of the kind that rang only the phone for which the call
was intended.

 >> ... The moon isn't waxing, it's dusting and vacuuming.

 >  BM> And washing dishes.

 > ...And mopping, and cooking, and changing diapers,
 > and...

 > Shoot, no wonder us guys couldn't wait to get in the
 > fields!

Don't rush off mad!  The moon hasn't finished waxing, yet!

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