Lacombe?

[RGJ]

whozzat?

[Curryong]

Well, if you don't know, we certainly don't, RGJ! Are you inquiring about the Lacombe family? As in Minnie and Howard. If you are, no-one knows. Lizzie Borden left Minnie Lacombe of Washington $5,000 in her will and Minnie's son, Howard $2,000.

As she grew older Lizzie regularly escaped Fall River to go to Washington to stay. Most of the people we know of that she was friendly with in Washington had some family or Fall River region link. No-one has done research on the Lacombe family. However, there was a Mrs Victoria Lacombe living in New Bedford and a Mrs Clara Lacombe was a tenant of the Ferry St house during Lizzie's later years. Minnie, whoever she was, married into the Lacombe family, of course, and maybe, as her husband wasn't mentioned in Lizzie's will, he was dead by that time. We just don't know. Minnie in late Victorian days was often used as a shortening for the birth name Minerva, which makes it more complicated. However, my bet is that Minnie came from Lizzie's part of the world and may have been a Fall River connection.

[mbhenty]

Yes, you sure know your stuff, Curryong.

I am sure that the Lacombe's of fall river and those of Washington were related to some extent. Not sure how.

But from my knowledge Minnie Lacombe, who's maiden name was Minnie E. Anderson, was from the Washington area, as you pointed out. But I don't think she had a Fall River, connection. I'm pretty sure she never lived in Fall River. She was part of Lizzie's Washington friend connection.

The one thing I remember about Minnie was that later in life Lizzie left her and her son money in her will, and that sadly, Minnie hung herself.

[Curryong]

So she was a Washington gal, mb. How interesting! Who did Minnie marry? Why did she hang herself? Depression, illness? That's very sad.

[twinsrwe]

Lizzie left Minnie E. A. Lacombe, the sum of five thousand dollars, and she left Minnie son, S. Howard Lacombe, the sum of two thousand dollars.

Using the Inflation Calculator that Harry shared with us several years go, $5,000 of 1927 dollars would be worth, $68,493.15 in 2014, and $2,000 of 1927 dollars would be worth, $27,397.26 in 2014.

That is a chunk of change!

I am also curious as to why Minnie hung herself. That is such a sad ending to ones life.

[mbhenty]

I gave you all I had reserved to memory. What is here I had to look up. The hard drive that is the brain fails, or is full after a while. Alas, we can't remember everything. Somethings stick to the wall others fall to the floor and are taken away by the cat. Thank Gud for books.

So here is what's in Parallel Lives.

Lizzie had two good friends from the Washington area. One of them was a Marguerite Antoinette LaGorce. Marguerite was friends with Minnie. When Marguerite got married Minnie was her maid of honor. Marguerite married some fellow named Stevens D. Streeter. His best man was another fellow named Willam Moore Larcombe. Some time later Minnie and Larcombe got married. Her and Larcombe had a son named Samuel Howard.

Minnie's husband died at 44. In I917 Minnie began service in the Naval Reserve Forces and worked in the Department of Navy until her retirement. Parallel Lives guesses that she got the job thru Lizzie who knew Louis McHenry Howe.

To Minnie's son Samuel, Lizzie was known as Auntie Borden. It appears that Parallel Live's authors got this information from a grandson of Minnie's.

Apparently in the 1930s Minnie was in ill-health. In 1940 at the age of 68 she hanged herself with the cord from her bathrobe in her bedroom. She left a suicide note, though Parallel Lives gives no particulars.

Now interestingly so the two parties, the ones in Washington and the ones on Ferry Street at the old Borden residence spell their name differently. There is a very good chance they were not related. Parallel Lives makes no reference to Lacombe. But it does to Larcombe. Rebello does make reference to Lacombe of Ferry Street and Lacombe of Washington. But. According to Find a grave.com Minnie's last name was spelled Larcombe.

Now in the 1896 fall river directory there were 9 Locombes living in fall river. There were no Larcombe. If they were indeed related they spelled their name differently, or perhaps distant relatives? In 1896 there were 3 Lacombes living on Ferry Street. A Florian Lacombe,, John G. Lacombe, and a Frederick. All at 483 Ferry.

[Curryong]

Thank you very much for posting the result of your hard work mb! I have long said I must buy Parallel Lives and now I am determined to!
Incidentally, I tried to download a copy of The Hatchet from Peartree Press and they rejected my user name when I tried to purchase it! I've never changed my user name, so I'll have to fix that!

[RGJ]

Now in the 1896 fall river directory there were 9 Locombes living in fall river.

I assume you mean 9 "Lacombes" there?

All the Fall River Lacombes seem to have migrated from Canada in 1894-1896, except possibly Joseph C., who may have come ahead earlier.....The census records say unknown for his admission.

There were no Larcombe. If they were indeed related they spelled their name differently, or perhaps distant relatives? In 1896 there were 3 Lacombes living on Ferry Street. A Florian Lacombe,, John G. Lacombe, and a Frederick. All at 483 Ferry.

I was curious if there was anyone named Lacombe or "La Combe" there in 1892. The only thing I can see in the records is an 1875 death of a 12-year-old Canadian girl, and an 1880 census household headed by Clara Lacomb, no e.

[mbhenty]

Yes RGJ

Good observation. I couldn't tell you how the Lacombe's arrived in fall river, but probably from Canada, as you say.

Fall River had multi-nationalities, Russians, Jews, Italians, etc. But the biggest groups began with the English, then the Irish, the French and eventually the Portuguese. These three nationalities came over in very big numbers. Even today French and Portuguese surnames are the most prominent, with more of them being Portuguese.

Most of the French in fall river, if not 90 to 95 percent of them, came down from Canada.

Below are excerpts from the 1892 and 1896 fall river directories. In 1896 fall river had changed all the street addresses, where in example, 92 second street became 230 Second street. The Lizzie Borden B&B's real address number today is not 92 Second but 230.

There are no La Combe's in the 1892, 1896 1921, 1926, or 1945 directories which are in my library. The list below with more Lacombes is the 1896 one.

[mbhenty]

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[mbhenty]

Sorry about the Pear Tree Press problem Curryong. I'll tell Stefani, the boss, about your problem and we'll get on top of it.

[mbhenty]

Yes twinsrwe:

Sad that she did do suicide.

I have, and still, always been fascinated by those who commit suicide from disorders of the mind.

I can see if you are at the end of life and terminally sick or in pain. But mental pain is so rectified.

I had two friends that did it. One hung himself in the cellar.

Another was in a depressed state. He would not admit it to himself or anyone, but I could see it. His wife was in a 5 year coma. He took care of her at home. I talked to his sister who said that he had stopped talking to all his friends and family. I was the only one he would talk to. Eventually he stopped talking to me. He ended up strangling his mistress and taking pills. They were both found dead. His wife died 2 weeks later.

He was a real handsome fellow. We use to party and club together in our younger years. (think platforms and bellbottoms) The girls would fall all over him. He would say to them "I'll go out with you if your friend goes out with my friend. I didn't know this. So I went out with all these girls and wondered why they were so unhappy on our dates. Poor things had made a bargain with the devil and with their friend and mine. When I found out I didn't think it was so funny. Today it is. To make matters worst, I would become good friends with his girlfriends after he had moved on. Again, being used so they could get to him. Though, I became good friends with a couple of them. Off course this was in the 70s. It was a nightmare. Think about it. I'm a hippie and disco had taken over. The only good thing was that the platform shoes made me about 6'3, and with the bellbottoms down to the ground you couldn't see my feet and I really looked tall.

Of course today I am growing the other way. And that's a good thing too. Because when you get older you fall down a lot, and you don't have far to go when you hit the ground.

[MysteryReader]

[quote="mbhenty"]Yes twinsrwe:

Sad that she did do suicide.

I have, and still, always been fascinated by those who commit suicide from disorders of the mind.


It is so sad when people do it. I know family who have done it and it's really sad.



Of course today I am growing the other way. And that's a good thing too. Because when you get older you fall down a lot, and you don't have far to go when you hit the ground. LOL!

[Curryong]

Thank you very much about the Peartree problem, mb. As you see, I am miles behind because my hours of activity in posting are almost directly opposite to everyone else's!

Yes, suicide is a dreadful thing. I haven't really had close experience of it except for a girlfriend's mother when I was in my late teens. She had suffered from depression for years, hanged herself at home and her daughter found her.

I remember bell-bottoms. Ridiculous fashion really especially when you are short as I am! Still, we follow fashion don't we and at least I never had an Afro!

[Stefani]

Thank you very much for posting the result of your hard work mb! I have long said I must buy Parallel Lives and now I am determined to!
Incidentally, I tried to download a copy of The Hatchet from Peartree Press and they rejected my user name when I tried to purchase it! I've never changed my user name, so I'll have to fix that!

Is this something I can help you with? Any account you create to purchase an item will be different than the one you make to download a free copy........ Let me know!

Cheers,
Stefani

[MysteryReader]

Bell- bottoms... I was born toward the end of the 70s so I never wore any. However, I see they're coming back into fashion again. No, no Afro either (there are days when I look like I might have stuck my finger in an electric socket, though).

[Curryong]

Thank you Stefani. I didn't realise that the procedure was different. I'll try again.

MysteryReader, I would hate any photos of me in very fashionable 1970's and 1980's clothing to be seen in public, but you would laugh if you saw them. I think 1980's fashions were exceptionally ugly. Funnily enough I don't think 1960's fashions, mini skirts etc have dated as badly though the hairstyles have. I am not surprised that bell bottoms are coming back. Wedge shoes for women have in a way.

[RGJ]

Yes RGJ

There are no La Combe's in the 1892, 1896 1921, 1926, or 1945 directories which are in my library. The list below with more Locombes is the 1896 one.

Again, do you mean "Lacombes" rather than "Locombes"?

[mbhenty]

Sorry about that. I don't see very well. I have to place my glasses further down my nose to see when I read, and I am afraid that I have run out of nose. Time for a new prescription.

It should read Lacombe, with an "a". I have corrected it above. There are no Locombes in fall river. Thanks for catching that one RGJ.

[twinsrwe]

Yes twinsrwe:

Sad that she did do suicide.

I have, and still, always been fascinated by those who commit suicide from disorders of the mind.

I can see if you are at the end of life and terminally sick or in pain. But mental pain is so rectified.

I had two friends that did it. One hung himself in the cellar.

Another was in a depressed state. He would not admit it to himself or anyone, but I could see it. His wife was in a 5 year coma. He took care of her at home. I talked to his sister who said that he had stopped talking to all his friends and family. I was the only one he would talk to. Eventually he stopped talking to me. He ended up strangling his mistress and taking pills. They were both found dead. His wife died 2 weeks later.

He was a real handsome fellow. We use to party and club together in our younger years. (think platforms and bellbottoms) The girls would fall all over him. He would say to them "I'll go out with you if your friend goes out with my friend. I didn't know this. So I went out with all these girls and wondered why they were so unhappy on our dates. Poor things had made a bargain with the devil and with their friend and mine. When I found out I didn't think it was so funny. Today it is. To make matters worst, I would become good friends with his girlfriends after he had moved on. Again, being used so they could get to him. Though, I became good friends with a couple of them. Off course this was in the 70s. It was a nightmare. Think about it. I'm a hippie and disco had taken over. The only good thing was that the platform shoes made me about 6'3, and with the bellbottoms down to the ground you couldn't see my feet and I really looked tall.

Of course today I am growing the other way. And that's a good thing too. Because when you get older you fall down a lot, and you don't have far to go when you hit the ground.

OMG, platforms and bellbottoms!!! I haven’t thought of them in years! I know what you mean about them making you look taller; they did the same thing for me!

The mental anguish and physical health problems that one goes through before taking the action of suicide must be unimaginable. Many people who are thinking of taking their own life say nothing to anyone. Many people do not understand the reasoning behind a person choosing to commit suicide, let alone that person going to extra lengths to make sure that their attempt is successful. People who are determined to commit suicide manage to do all kinds of strange things in order to accomplish the deed.

As I have previously mentioned, I grew up on a dairy farm. Our next door neighbor was a recluse; he and his father ran a successful dairy farm, until his father passed away. Since their farm was fairly large, one person could not run it alone. So, when this guy's father passed away, he decided it would be best for him to sell the farm, and move into town. My father bought the farm. My older brother was hired by our next door neighbor to help with milking his cows and doing all of the chores involved with dairy farming. On the day he was going to move into town, the two of them had finished milking the cows, and before doing the chores, decided to have breakfast. During the time my brother was home eating his breakfast, our neighbor committed suicide. He went inside of a pig house, (Just like the one shown in the attachment below. As you can see the pig house is not a very tall building), he then threw a rope over the middle beam, stepped up on top of a 5 gallon bucket, put the rope around his neck, then shot himself in the head. My brother found him when he returned to do the chores. No suicide note was left. We could only speculate as to why he was so determined to take his own life.

Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about. ~ Author Unknown

pigs-house.jpg

[debbiediablo]

Thank you Stefani. I didn't realise that the procedure was different. I'll try again.

MysteryReader, I would hate any photos of me in very fashionable 1970's and 1980's clothing to be seen in public, but you would laugh if you saw them. I think 1980's fashions were exceptionally ugly. Funnily enough I don't think 1960's fashions, mini skirts etc have dated as badly though the hairstyles have. I am not surprised that bell bottoms are coming back. Wedge shoes for women have in a way.

For years I got away with jeans and a colored t-shirt covered with a blazer, strappy sandals with heels for work...now in my declining years we have a new dress code. No more denim. No more sandals. Often times my t-shirt was on backwards because the front said something funny. I work in a clinic that evaluates for disabilities of all sorts but primarily children with mental illness and emotional or developmental disorders. The day I retire I'm wearing denim one last time and my "Dyslexics of the World Untie" t-shirt. Somewhere there's a photo of me with long blonde (ironed) hair, huge pink prescription wire-rimmed glasses and flowered hip-hugger bell-bottoms that must've been three feet in circumference. I was trying for the John Lennon look....

[debbiediablo]

Yes twinsrwe:

Sad that she did do suicide.

I have, and still, always been fascinated by those who commit suicide from disorders of the mind.

I can see if you are at the end of life and terminally sick or in pain. But mental pain is so rectified.

I had two friends that did it. One hung himself in the cellar.

Another was in a depressed state. He would not admit it to himself or anyone, but I could see it. His wife was in a 5 year coma. He took care of her at home. I talked to his sister who said that he had stopped talking to all his friends and family. I was the only one he would talk to. Eventually he stopped talking to me. He ended up strangling his mistress and taking pills. They were both found dead. His wife died 2 weeks later.

He was a real handsome fellow. We use to party and club together in our younger years. (think platforms and bellbottoms) The girls would fall all over him. He would say to them "I'll go out with you if your friend goes out with my friend. I didn't know this. So I went out with all these girls and wondered why they were so unhappy on our dates. Poor things had made a bargain with the devil and with their friend and mine. When I found out I didn't think it was so funny. Today it is. To make matters worst, I would become good friends with his girlfriends after he had moved on. Again, being used so they could get to him. Though, I became good friends with a couple of them. Off course this was in the 70s. It was a nightmare. Think about it. I'm a hippie and disco had taken over. The only good thing was that the platform shoes made me about 6'3, and with the bellbottoms down to the ground you couldn't see my feet and I really looked tall.

Of course today I am growing the other way. And that's a good thing too. Because when you get older you fall down a lot, and you don't have far to go when you hit the ground.

OMG, platforms and bellbottoms!!! I haven’t thought of them in years! I know what you mean about them making you look taller; they did the same thing for me!

The mental anguish and physical health problems that one goes through before taking the action of suicide must be unimaginable. Many people who are thinking of taking their own life say nothing to anyone. Many people do not understand the reasoning behind a person choosing to commit suicide, let alone that person going to extra lengths to make sure that their attempt is successful. People who are determined to commit suicide manage to do all kinds of strange things in order to accomplish the deed.

As I have previously mentioned, I grew up on a dairy farm. Our next door neighbor was a recluse; he and his father ran a successful dairy farm, until his father passed away. Since their farm was fairly large, one person could not run it alone. So, when this guy's father passed away, he decided it would be best for him to sell the farm, and move into town. My father bought the farm. My older brother was hired by our next door neighbor to help with milking his cows and doing all of the chores involved with dairy farming. On the day he was going to move into town, the two of them had finished milking the cows, and before doing the chores, decided to have breakfast. During the time my brother was home eating his breakfast, our neighbor committed suicide. He went inside of a pig house, (Just like the one shown in the attachment below. As you can see the pig house is not a very tall building), he then threw a rope over the middle beam, stepped up on top of a 5 gallon bucket, put the rope around his neck, then shot himself in the head. My brother found him when he returned to do the chores. No suicide note was left. We could only speculate as to why he was so determined to take his own life.

Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about. ~ Author Unknown

pigs-house.jpg

Suicide happens when the victim can see no other acceptable choice. That doesn't mean there aren't other acceptable choices - sometimes there are sometimes there aren't - but it's all in the perception. I'm sorry about your brother; those kinds of experiences are always with us. Sometimes we can even find strength and understanding from them.

[Curryong]

I too am sorry about your neighbour, twins. I suppose there were all those years of living with and sharing chores and jokes and life on the farm with his father and then one day Dad wasn't there any more. The prospect of life in town obviously depressed him. It is very sad.

I can imagine you being a casual jeans and t-shirt sort of gal, debbie. I used to wear mini skirts and very spidery long black false eyelashes. At one stage I had a Twiggy (the model) bleached blonde hairstyle but I can also remember high boots and bouffant hair, as a young teenager. Whatever must I have looked like! We all thought we were so ultra fashionable!

[taosjohn]

The day I retire I'm wearing denim one last time and my "Dyslexics of the World Untie" t-shirt.

Have you heard about the dyslexic devil worshipper who spent the afterlife making gingerbread houses and wrapping presents?

Seems he sold his soul to Santa by mistake...

[RGJ]

The day I retire I'm wearing denim one last time and my "Dyslexics of the World Untie" t-shirt.

Have you heard about the dyslexic devil worshipper who spent the afterlife making gingerbread houses and wrapping presents?

Seems he sold his soul to Santa by mistake...

lmao!

[debbiediablo]

I keep a joke file, and that one is going there. Thanks for the laugh.

[mbhenty]

That's a terribly sad story Twinsrwe:

I have a naive question for you.

A friend of mine and I went to a local pig farm where he usually purchase a whole pig, has him slaughtered and fills his freezer for a year or more.

When we got to the farm the farmer pulled out one pig for the group, (herd?) for slaughter. This was a pig farm so there were quite a few of them.

In any event he took the pig down a lane to the barn where he would be murdered.... I mean slaughtered. All the other pigs began to squeal. They could not see us inside the barn since the farmer closed the doors and we waited outside. Meanwhile the pigs just kept on squealing. When the farmer was done he came out and I asked him why the pigs would not stop squealing. He said:

"Pigs are very smart animals, and in many respects smarter than dogs. They were all aware to what was going to happen to their companion."

The yearly visit to the pig farm was a ritual for my pork eating friend.

I felt so bad for the pigs I never accompanied him to the pig farm ever again. My friend agreed that the farmer was right.

Now, is there any truth to the famers story, or was he pulling my leg.

Sorry if I sound so ignorant about such matters. I'm a city boy.

I remember when I was engaged to a girl in England. She lived up this little road from the poultry shop. In the window he would hang Pig Heads. Being from the Northeast US I had never witnessed such a display. Pig heads followed me around in nightmares for weeks.

[Curryong]

My son was friendly with a boy whose relatives owned a farm, which my son often visited with him. There were two bulls in a paddock and one wasn't well so a neighbour came over and shot it. Over a year later the neighbour visited the farm and as soon as the surviving bull saw him he went behind two trees in the paddock, out of sight. And they say animals don't have memories!

[twinsrwe]

I too am sorry about your neighbour, twins. I suppose there were all those years of living with and sharing chores and jokes and life on the farm with his father and then one day Dad wasn't there any more. The prospect of life in town obviously depressed him. It is very sad. ...

Thank you, Curryong. I think you are right. He was a recluse, and the only kind of life he knew was the life he had shared with his father on the farm. I think the thought of living in town was just too much for him, and the anguish he felt about that new kind of life was, for him, overwhelming.

[twinsrwe]

That's a terribly sad story Twinsrwe: …

Yes, suicide is a very sad ending to anyone’s life; it is such a waste. The last memory my brother has of this neighbor, will be with him for the rest of his life.

… I have a naive question for you.

A friend of mine and I went to a local pig farm where he usually purchase a whole pig, has him slaughtered and fills his freezer for a year or more.

When we got to the farm the farmer pulled out one pig for the group, (herd?) for slaughter. This was a pig farm so there were quite a few of them.

In any event he took the pig down a lane to the barn where he would be murdered.... I mean slaughtered. All the other pigs began to squeal. They could not see us inside the barn since the farmer closed the doors and we waited outside. Meanwhile the pigs just kept on squealing. When the farmer was done he came out and I asked him why the pigs would not stop squealing. He said:

"Pigs are very smart animals, and in many respects smarter than dogs. They were all aware to what was going to happen to their companion."

The yearly visit to the pig farm was a ritual for my pork eating friend.

I felt so bad for the pigs I never accompanied him to the pig farm ever again. My friend agreed that the farmer was right.

Now, is there any truth to the famers story, or was he pulling my leg.

Sorry if I sound so ignorant about such matters. I'm a city boy.

I remember when I was engaged to a girl in England. She lived up this little road from the poultry shop. In the window he would hang Pig Heads. Being from the Northeast US I had never witnessed such a display. Pig heads followed me around in nightmares for weeks.

Yes, the farmer was telling you the truth. Pigs are very smart and highly sensitive toward each other. BTW: This was not a naïve question on your part, nor are you by any means ignorant.

[debbiediablo]

Pigs are incredibly smart, far smarter than cows which are pretty stupid. 'Dirty as a pig' is totally erroneous. Pigs never mess in their bedding, not ever. They love rooting in mud but that's to keep cool because they don't sweat and have body fat for insulation. We used to run sprinklers for our pigs to keep cool and the play under. They looked like kids at a playground frolicking under the spray. Baby pigs are cute beyond belief; some adult pigs will eat almost anything including poisonous snakes and dead or incapacitated humans and their fellow pigs. Piglets are playful creatures that have innate curiosity. Amazingly they can work together in small groups to accomplish a task like unlocking a gate. As for the pigs 'knowing' their drove member (not herd...that's cows :-) was going to slaughter, I'm sure they did remember...not in the same way humans do...but animals can sense fear and smell blood and death. Plus the squealing of a terrified pig is unmistakable. Farm animals live by routine so anything different results in what would be termed hypervigilance in humans. Cows, on the other hand, can be annoying dumb. They get out at one point in the fence and will absolutely refuse to go back into the pasture anywhere other than where they got out. This can involve chasing for miles until they're back to where it all started even after passing five wide open gates into the same pasture.

[taosjohn]

Pigs are incredibly smart, far smarter than cows which are pretty stupid. 'Dirty as a pig' is totally erroneous. Pigs never mess in their bedding, not ever. They love rooting in mud but that's to keep cool because they don't sweat and have body fat for insulation. We used to run sprinklers for our pigs to keep cool and the play under. They looked like kids at a playground frolicking under the spray... Cows, on the other hand, can be annoying dumb. They get out at one point in the fence and will absolutely refuse to go back into the pasture anywhere other than where they got out. This can involve chasing for miles until they're back to where it all started even after passing five wide open gates into the same pasture.

The farm my extended family centered around kept pigs for a couple of years, although they were primarily a dairy farm.
They diverted a small stream so that it ran through a low corner of the pen. On hot summer days the pigs would wallow in the swampy portion of the stream to get muddy; but come evening they would all go to the part of the stream above the wallow and rinse off to be nice and clean for the evening... they were in effect recycling the mud...

They were sweet-tempered, loved to be skritched between the ears, and they'd reach through the fence and lean their heads on your leg just like a dog. 8 year old me was convinced they had a sense of humor; although I do not remember what convinced me.

And amen on the cows; they'd get all ambitious and jump the barbed wire fence-- barely-- after leaning on it enough to make slack in the top strand. Then, when chased down and herded back to the fence, they'd refuse to jump back and refuse to go anywhere else... my cousin used to resort to cherry bombs to get them to jump, which always seemed like a dubious strategy to me...

[MysteryReader]

The only thing I don't like about pigs is that they eat anything and I mean anything. I'm told that as long as you prepare it properly, it's safe to eat (I do) but sometimes, I don't know... but I do see them as intelligent creatures.

[Curryong]

Yes, pork, like chicken, can be deadly if it's under-prepared or cooked in unhygienic conditions. There have been several deaths in Melbourne from pork rolls sold in bakeries on hot days.

Andrew and Abby's sickness on the Tuesday was probably caused by the fish they had for supper. I suppose in a seaport most of their fish would have been caught one day and sold the next, though you never know!

[mbhenty]

Yes Curryong:

Great observation. Everyone thinks that it was the mutton that made everyone sick, but it was probably the swordfish. Being a New Englander I love sea food, especially shelled. But I have gotten sick more times than I can count eating swordfish. Any seafood I purchase comes from fish markets I trust, not supermarkets.

Yes, taosjohn:

Some of the best actors in the world are Character Actors. For me it's people like, Slim Pickens, Leo Gordon, Royal Dano, Strother Martin, Jack Elam, all western, cowboy actors.

But your post reminds me of one of my favorite Character actors, Arnold Ziffel.


Rumor has it that Arnold played himself. Below is a photo of Arnold on vacation. If I could have lunch with Arnold Ziffel or Arnold Schawarzenegger, I'd pick the pig.

[Curryong]

Ah, but would you (tactlessly) eat pork, or seafood, for that matter for your lunch ? I suppose pigs would eat seafood as they eat almost anything. I believe goats are the same.

[mbhenty]

Ah, but I would.

I have not worked for a while and I have no...or am I ruled by...time. Time to sleep, time to eat, time to play. I've been known to be out on a midnight sail on my boat, eat lunch at 3 in the morning, or sleep during the day. My clock is not a machine on a wall or shelf but inside me. As a matter of fact, I function on Australian time. (Or is it New Zealand time?) I usually go to bed a 5 or 6 a.m. and get up at 1 or 2 p.m., and keep busy. Sleep when I'm sleepy and eat when I'm hungry.

Now, if you are talking about eating living creatures, well, I try not to think about it. I could never be a farmer. I'd be befriending the turnips.

I could never sit by a field full of cows while eating a burger. That would never work for me.

[Curryong]

Where will it all end?

http://gizmodo.com/nice-try-vegans-plan ... 1599749162

[MysteryReader]

[quote="mbhenty"]



Now, if you are talking about eating living creatures, well, I try not to think about it. I could never be a farmer. I'd be befriending the turnips. As someone pointed out to me, plants are alive, too.