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From: Anne Green <>
Subject: Re: [NZ-MEMORIES] NZ-MEMORIES Digest, Vol 3, Issue 16
Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 09:56:39 +1300
In-Reply-To: <mailman.671.1201161664.1581.nz-memories@rootsweb.com>


Good subject Betty - My Mum said of us young ones (in our 20's) that we
looked at the world "through rose coloured glasses";
and when I stayed out late "it will be a different tale in the morning"
funny thing is when she was much older I felt like saying it to her as she
always sat up with me through Christmas eve while I finished all the
preparations for Christmas Day, sometimes we watched the sun rise together -
they were special moments. Mind you now in my 70's I realise one doesn't
sleep so many hours any more.
Sorry here's a belated Happy New Year to you all
Anne

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Today's Topics:

1. Old Sayings (Betty Hickey)
2. Sayings (Diane McNair)
3. Re: Old Sayings (ELAINE)
4. Re: Sayings (Barbara Harris)
5. Re: Old Sayings (Barbara)


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Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 10:52:05 +1300
From: Betty Hickey <>
Subject: [NZ-MEMORIES] Old Sayings
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What's happened to all those memory-banks out there? I'll try to start the
ball rolling with a bit of parental 'advice' from long, long ago. If we
kids baulked at eating jacket potatoes my mum would always trot this one out
:- "Dearly beloved brethren, is it not a sin to eat a baked potato and
throw away the skin? The skin feeds the pig and the pig feeds you. Dearly
beloved brethren, is it not true?" It probably didn't work with us as those
potatoes were sans butter and therefore dry as sawdust. They tasted much
better when thrown into a driftwood-and seaweed fire on the beach and eaten
hot, half-cooked and coated in black ash.
Betty

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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:41:18 -0000
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Subject: [NZ-MEMORIES] Sayings
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Still transcribing school records but enjoy reading the emails,
My mothers favourite saying was "be thankful for small mercies" or "be
thankful for what you have. Think of what others don't have".
Always puzzled me as we were poor as church mice.
Diane, Te Kuiti....we need rain, rain and more rain.

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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 11:59:31 +1300
From: "ELAINE" <>
Subject: Re: [NZ-MEMORIES] Old Sayings
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Hi Betty,
Whenever my parents lit a bonfire outdoors to burn old hedge clippings or
whatever my big brother and i would put some spuds into the hot ashes, how i

remember them coming out pitch black but we still ate them when they had
cooled down and really enjoyed them. At the local primary school i
attended there was 3 or 4 huge chestnut trees growing in the playground, we
used to go to school early and pick up the fallen chestnuts and take them
home and we would put them in the oven while mum was cooking tea and roast
them, when ready we would smother them in butter and eat while hot, yum yum.

Elaine
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Subject: [NZ-MEMORIES] Old Sayings


> What's happened to all those memory-banks out there? I'll try to start
> the ball rolling with a bit of parental 'advice' from long, long ago. If
> we kids baulked at eating jacket potatoes my mum would always trot this
> one out :- "Dearly beloved brethren, is it not a sin to eat a baked
> potato and throw away the skin? The skin feeds the pig and the pig feeds
> you. Dearly beloved brethren, is it not true?" It probably didn't work
> with us as those potatoes were sans butter and therefore dry as sawdust.
> They tasted much better when thrown into a driftwood-and seaweed fire on
> the beach and eaten hot, half-cooked and coated in black ash.
> Betty
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 14:22:24 +1300
From: "Barbara Harris" <>
Subject: Re: [NZ-MEMORIES] Sayings
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I have know idea as to the origins but this is a good chuckle. 'As quiet as
a mouse in tap shoes on a tin roof.' Sums up my husband some mornings when
going to work at 2.00am. Much better if he forgets to try to be quiet.
Barbara in hot Whakatane


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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 18:11:21 +1100
From: Barbara <>
Subject: Re: [NZ-MEMORIES] Old Sayings
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Elizabeth,
2 from my Mum.
Dont sit on the cold concrete, you'll get piles. Nothing until childbirth,
didnt you just want to know that!!
Dont pick your nose, you'll pull your brain out. Now I understand why I'm
not that bright, it must have been the nose picking at age 8 that did it.

Isabelle






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