Mudcat Marrage Guidance

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: Susan A-R
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 10:52 PM

I worked at the Council of the Southern Mountains in Clintwood VA in the winter of '81/'82. It was a remarkable introduction to "the real world" it being my first job after college. The work was intense and terrifying in many ways. There were several mining disasters while I was there, and we covered them, tried to provide support to widows, etc. It was as the bottom was going out of mine safety regulation. I was the only person on staff who didn't carry a gun (even if I weren't legally blind, I wouldn't do that.) I got introduced to a lot of causes that are still near and dear to me, I learned a lot about writing under deadline, and even learned how to do layout the old fashioned way, and loved it when we'd go to the press up in Pikefille to pull "Mountain Life&Work off the conveyer belt. I heard Ralf Stanley and the Clinch Mountain boys. I spent an afternoon in a senior center playing music with Guy Carawan, I left the council and spent a month in Hinton West Virginia in the home of Jim Costa (along with about five guitars, " fiddles, several lap dulcimers, a few odd instruments for which I don't know the names, an autoharp and, yes, two ripped apart player pianoos. We went to kitchen sessions and music parties all over southern West Virginia. I had left CSM after too much death (56 miners in two months) and too much learning in too little time, and Jim's was a good place to decompress. I had not been playing the fiddle when I moved down to VA, but I am still playing it now, and still love some of the songs and tunes I learned down there. Wow! guess you uncorked something.

Susan

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: alison
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 10:51 PM

hi,

oops.... sorry Mick....... won't happen again..... well ... maybe not......... having said that just heading off to the Mudcat chat room.....

I can't help it if I'm keeping men out of their beds.. it's only the middle of the afternoon here.**grin**

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: catspaw49
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 10:40 PM

Hey Susan...I keep following in behind you tonite. Tell me about the formative years in KY. you noted in the APPALACHIAN thread. Formed a lot of me too!

catspaw

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: Susan A-R
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 09:34 PM

Well, mine sits at his piano for about three hours in the evening, so it works out just about right. And this weekend he's off giving a performance, (classical) so I can Mudcat all I want to. Hmmm, guess I am getting addicted.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: Margo
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 07:17 PM

My husband accuses me of watching soap operas and eating bon-bons all day. But I'm really mudcatting! I usually quit about the time he gets home, and sneak in for a quick peek before bed.

But my dear husband, me jolly Jack, is going to put in a proxy server so we can both be on the 'net at the same time! Bless him.

(yes, his name is Jack)

Margarita

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: Big Mick
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 02:22 PM

So, Fair Alison, spending the night with other men, eh???? OK, Sables, meet behind the main server at dawn.......Australian time.........For weaponry, I choose minor chords at 20 paces...........6/8 time.***grin***

All the best,

Mick

Subject: RE: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: AlistairUK
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 09:55 AM

I don't have that problem...and my girlfriend spends almost as much time on the 'net as I do.

Subject: Mudcat Marrage Guidance
From: bill\sables
Date: 19 Mar 99 - 09:52 AM

Do other mudcatters find that their partners become more agressive next morning after they have spent most of the night alone in bed because we have been on line hooked up to mudcat and in I.C.Q. chat lines until four o'clock in the morning? And then to top it all we start mentioning names of the opposite sex I was accused of spending last night with another woman when in fact I was having a conversation with "alison" who lives on the other side of the world from me. If only my wife was a mudcatter she would understand. Then if all else fails could we have a "mudcat loneley hearts club". cheers Bill