I Lost It!

A tisket, a tasket,
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my mother,
And on the way I lost it
Due to computer problems, everything that was sent to me by email since March has been lost. If you have sent in any corrections or updates, please resend them to me. I lost all emails, web pages, photographs, scans, email addresses—In short, everything that was sent privately to me. Because I also lost email addresses I can't even write to you to let you know that it is gone. I hope that you read this and can resend the information. I apologize for the inconvenience.
If you have corrections or updates, it might even be better to email them directly to the Heycuz newsgroup because it is archived daily and can be accessed by all members. You can read the Heycuz Archives and subscribe, if you wish, at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/heycuz/. If you have scans and photographs you can also send them to the newsgroup as long as they are not too large (Nothing over 1 MB, please). However, if you prefer or if they are larger than 1 MB you can email me privately, April Heath Pastis at april@heycuz.net. My CD burner has now been repaired and I am backing up regularly.
Updates:
Since I lost everything, I have to re-enter all updates into the Heycuz database and so there are no new listings in the family files. I've been working like a madwoman to try to recover all the lost files and will get the updates to you as soon as I can. However, my family, happilly, has a lot of celebrations this month and I will be very busy attending graduations, anniversary and birthday parties, carnivals, etc., etc.
There have been, however, updates to The Family Album. Speaking of which, if you notice anything odd about the Album, please be patient. It seems that we have outgrown that server--which is good news because it means you are all submitting photographs. I'm in the process of moving the entire site to this server which has unlimited space available for pictures.
There have also been updates to our Share the Wealth section. We have received scores of documents - (vital records, deeds, wills, newspaper clippings) - thanks to Dorothy Kirby Carroll, Sherman Waters, and Virginia Greene. In addition, Heycuz member Charlton Queen has donated his cemetery transcriptions. Also, James Bradford has allowed us to post past issues of The Friends of Oak Grove newsletter. The section is in dire need of a workable index, but due to the setbacks on my computer, it will be a while until I can start work on it.
Ethics:
I'm not going to step up on a soapbox about Ethics in Genealogy, but I just wanted to remind everyone not to forget to list your sources when you are doing genealogy research. Just because it is on a website, does not mean it is free for the taking. A lot of the information on this site has been made available at no cost to you. Please click on the link to the source of the information and write to the submitter with your request to use their work, and please ALWAYS give them credit for their work. If you are going to cut and paste any narratives on this site into your genealogy database, please make a note that the information came from Heycuz at http://heycuz.net. Also please be sensitive to our member's desires to respect the privacy of the living.
And, til we talk again, "May the Road Rise to Meet You....

Heycuz, What's New?: August 2002

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2002_08_01_archive.html

The Perfect Fishin' Hole

by April Heath Pastis
Maybe there's something to the Scottish stereotype of being thrifty, because my mother has always appreciated a good deal. And this was a great deal. When I was about 10 years old, my mother had saved enough Blue Chip stamp books to buy my brothers, my sister and me each a fishing pole of our own. Now, I don't know how many stamps or how long it took her to save up but I do remember that every time she went to the grocery store, she got Blue Chip stamps. After putting the groceries away, we'd all sit at the kitchen table and lick stamps and stick them in the empty pages in her stamp books. She hadn't told us why we were doing this and we never asked because back then, kids just did as they were told.
One day, our mailman, whose name escapes me just now, stopped by for his normal cup of coffee and chat. Next to him was a bundle of long skinny boxes and to our delight, he left them when he departed. We badgered and badgered Mom about their contents until finally she let on that they were fishing poles. When Dad got home from work, he pulled one open to an audience of oohing and awing youngsters. Dad told us all about the ol' days when he was a kid and he'd go fishing in Flint (Michigan). He said that his great-grandfather Walter Gray Sullivan taught him how to fish. They were all expert fishermen back then, Dad said. "My Granddad Sullivan was ... and his Granddad Sullivan was ... and his Granddad Sullivan was... all the way back to old Granddad Noah Sullivan. What? Didn't you know we were related to Noah?"
Dad didn't need any prodding when it came to telling stories. We sat on the floor around him as he regaled us with adventures lived by hardened characters with names like Donny Doogie and "your Uncle Darrel (Darold)."
So we all couldn't wait to become expert fishermen ourselves. We'd show 'em that we were better fishers than any of them. Heck we were naturals. It was in our genes.
The fishing poles were very high quality, Dad said. All we knew was that we had to wait until Saturday to try them out. I don't remember how many days it was, but it sure seemed like a lifetime to us before Saturday rolled around.
Finally, on a particularly hot Saturday, the seven of us piled into Dad's wood-sided station wagon and headed up into the Azusa Foothills. From the back seat, my brothers and sister and I bet who would get the biggest fish. We wondered how it would be to eat a fish dinner made from something we had caught ourselves. Dad said he hadn't had a good fried catfish dinner in years. Mom replied she'd never really liked fish and she was more concerned about who was going to cook the dinner. I wondered why she got us all poles then. Go figure.
At the base of the San Gabriel Mountains there was a small shack with an old sign with paint so worn you could barely read the word "Bait." We stopped there and my Dad returned with a bucket. I didn't know what was in it. I probably would have squealed if he had said it was full of worms.
Winding up the steep cliffs off Azusa Highway was always exciting to me as a kid. We came into California that way and the sight had been awesome. This was the "purple mountains majesty" sung about in "God Bless America." It was breathtaking to a little kid. Looking down from inside the car, it seemed as if the road just dropped dead away into nothing. One wrong turn and the car would plunge thousands of feet. It didn't matter though. I never thought that anyone actually had accidents back then and besides the cars followed each other at a snail's pace. The two-lane highway forced cars to travel in long lines behind a slow moving vehicle until finally a turn off would appear so that the slow car could let the rest of us by. Every car would then speed up for one or two curves til they were stopped by another slow-moving car until the next mile would bring up the next turn-off.
Finally, we turned off the road ourselves and we all burst out of the hot humid car, pulling our legs off the hot sticky vinyl seats. My father had found a great stream. My mother waited under a tree by the cars and the Fishing Heaths were off to discover our heritage as wise ol' fishermen. We all made our way across the rocks, slipping here and there and scraping a knee or two. I carried Paul, who was five, across the rocks that were too big for him to jump across.
Finally, Dad said, "This is good," with the authority of one who knew about these things. He settled down and attempted to teach us how to stick our hooks into a squirming worm. Of course, I wouldn't let it show that it bugged me and laughed at loud at my kid sister, Beth, who refused to touch one of the gushy crawlers. Finally, Dad got all of our hooks loaded with worms, noticing that the ones he had done first had already dried out because of the heat of the day which must've been well into the 100s.
He taught us how to throw the line out so that we didn't catch onto somebody behind us. He warned that it would hurt like mad or put somebody's eye out if we got careless. We managed to throw out our lines and were told to wait 'til the fish bit. We waited and we waited. I looked deep into the stream and saw nothing but water down to the rocks in the shallow bed. I looked at my brother Curt who had done the same thing. He had a "There aren't any fish here" expression. I nodded in agreement. We didn't dare say anything to Dad who was quickly losing his patience with the younger kids, Beth, Shane and Paul, who fought with him all the harder as he tried to help. Although we tried to wait patiently, the blazing sun was making it difficult to concentrate on our task.


I managed to slip off my shoes and dipped my feet into the cool pool. Little by little, we'd slip a little further into the refreshing water until we were no longer fishing; we were wading. Curtis showed me that if you piled rocks you could dam an area and make a nice wading area. Finally, Dad threw up his hands in disgust and ordered us back to the car.We all piled in and headed home. No one spoke on the way home. We were all disappointed that our new career as expert fishermen had come to an end so quickly.
The next week, however, Dad announced that someone at his work told him about a better place to fish in San Dimas. This news was met with a bit less excitement (to say the least) than the previous week. In fact, we had to be ordered out of bed on next Saturday. Once again, we piled back into the station wagon for our next attempt. Mom, as if to cheer us up, packed a picnic. The promise of sodas did spark us up and in no time we were all willing to give it another go. Finally, we pulled into a nice area that had a manmade pond in it called Puddingstone. My brothers and I would come to call it Puddlestone. It was a muddy rocky lake that doesn't exist today. Now it is a water park with slides and beaches which draws a lot more of a crowd than it did then. During those early fishing days, it was unusual to see another person on the lake, er um, pond. But, I have to admit that we did spend many fun hours there.
On our first time out, we waded out as far as we could until the water came up to the edge of the shore. The feeling of mud squishing between my toes was cool and soothing so I didn't mind much the discomfort and long waiting yet to be endured. I don't know when it occurred for the others, but when I felt that first tug on my line -- pardon the pun, but -- I was hooked. I loved to fish. Too bad the fish were the size of sardines and Dad made us throw them all back. It was just the same as when he went hunting, rather tried to go hunting, Dad moaned. He heard guys tell about the deer hunting in the mountains in California and so he went too. But, when he finally spotted a buck, it was so tiny and weak he nearly cried with pity. It was nothing like hunting in Michigan he said and he never went again. But fishing was different. Despite the size of the fish, Dad insisted that he'd heard there were big fish in this lake, er um, pond, and "he" was going to find them even if "we" had to stay there all summer.
So we spent the summer at Puddingstone, sometimes staying out 'til it was dark. My brothers and I were always bragging about how we had caught the biggest fish and yet none of ours amounted to more than four inches long. Beth had lost interest by then, preferring the company of my mother at the picnic table or the slides and swings in the sandbox area up by the cars. We came to really enjoy fishing but never did get our fish dinner.
Finally one day, my Dad said that he heard of a place where the fish were huge and you were guaranteed to catch one!
"Sure Dad, sure," we nodded trying to humor the poor old man. He swore up and down that he was telling the truth. We all replied with sarcasm-a-plenty. Now, you know that Dad would never ever, never ever say anything that wasn't true. Sure his stories were a bit wild, but he was an "honest injun," so we had to give it another try. Once again, we piled back into the hot station wagon and set off for the "best fishing hole, guar-un-teeed."
That led us back to the Azusa foothills to a place called "Happy Jack's." Naive child as I was back then, I was not at all tipped off when we drove into a parking lot past a 12-foot tall sign of a shoeless hillbilly touting the best time to be had at Happy Jack's Fish Farm. My brothers and I couldn't believe our outstanding skills. Every time we dipped the line in, we came out with a fish. Huge fish. They were big! Well at least a foot long which was an incredible difference to what we were used to. We were catching fish left and right when my Dad said, "Stop. This is gonna cost me a fortune." What? "What are you talking about?" We prodded Dad. Apparently, you have to pay for everything that you catch by the pound.
With the leftover time, we took a walk around the grounds of Happy Jack's. There were different ponds full of different kinds of fish. It was here that we saw our first koi pond and Dad would eventually take up raising these beautiful fish (that actually look like large gold fish) as a hobby.
They also had a petting zoo, which is where my Mom and Paul had a run in with a goat. Every time we got to Happy Jack's, as soon as we got out of the car, Paul would go on about wanting a quarter for feed for the animals. One day, he was feeding a baby goat. Just as mom was taking his picture, the mommy goat couldn't resist butting Paul's head and knocking him on his arse.
I've never been fishing since those summers with my Dad and brothers, and probably will never go again. But those were happy times searching for the perfect fishing hole.


Addendum: I've heard from a number of people who also grew up fishing at Puddingstone, Happy Jacks and the area who tell me that this brought back a lot of memories. If you also remember this, I'd love to hear from you, even if we're not related...
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Year gone where ?

year gone

1. where to?
   1. new year
      1. new you

   2. fresh dreams
      1. clean slate
         1. hopes high
            1. life great
   
   

Happy New Year!

1. I've been given a new lease on life. Finding out I had cancer, combined with the tragic events of September 11, has caused me to rethink my priorities, eliminate time wasting bad habits, and strive to live my life with gusto. I want to see more of the little things--laughter, family, friends, food...--and less of other non important things.
This new year has no history. As genealogists we're very aware of history and as I live day to day, I plan to make 2002's history the best I can. I might not be able to influence global peace but I can be a better humanitarian, a better parent and a better cousin.
I have never been one to make new year's resolutions. I have, on the other hand, set goals for myself. Some of which have had success. The following is a list of goals, resolutions for Heycuz. I need your help to see if I'm on the right track. So please send in your comments - criticisms, praise, other goals etc.
Heycuz's New Year Resolutions!
2. Reduce the number of errors in the heycuz database
3. Post updates and corrections in a much more timely manner
4. Have links and contacts to other "cousins" easily available
5. Double, no triple, pages in the Family Album
6. Share more transcriptions of documents on the newsgroup
7. Digitalize all documents (wills, bibles, deeds, licenses, photographs...) and make them available
8. Put Grandma's Secret Recipes online
9. Make research safe--In case of disaster, have backup of Heycuz in the hands of other people
10. Spend more time, more efficiently, at the library
11. For each of us to advance a generation. In my case I want to:
    2. find proof of parentage of Owen Sullivan
    3. solve the Harrison/Thorn puzzle
    4. locate the Rennies in Scotland

2. And finally, I hope we all take the time to leave something of value for our descendants by recording our history through a diary, scrapbook or audio/video tapes.

I wish all of my cousins a healthy, happy, prosperous, and successful New Year.

1. Love,
1. April
2. Heycuz, What's New?: December 2001

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2001_12_01_archive.html

Happy Birthday, You Have Cancer

1. I bet you thought I deserted you? Unfortunately, I've not had the strength lately to keep up with this site or respond to your emails. The good news is that finally, after three months of hospital and doctor's visits, they finally know what the problem is. On the day before my 40th birthday, the results were in. I have lymphoma. The doctor's say it is the best cancer to have if you're going to get cancer and their hopes are high. They let me out of the hospital long enough for Steve and I to have our yearly vacation to Palm Springs. We had a wonderful time but now its time for me to go back to the hospital and begin treatment. It's not all that bad, because the doctor's had such a hard time diagnosing me, I have gotten the best of the best care. If, however, you mention me in your prayers, I would greatly appreciate it.
Enough of that, if you have queries please write to Heycuz directly as Steven is unable to answer all of your emails. I have asked the members to take over the duties of answering the queries so you won't be left in the cold. I will not be able to do the daily birthday list, however until they let me out of the hospital. They say it should be at least six months, so please be patient.
Concerns: Yes, I know a few of you have a very specific concern about the recent publication of the heycuz database all over the web. Specifically, you are angry that information you gave to me in confidence, including private information on living individuals, is being published by Martha Sullivan Smith on at least 5 different websites. It also appears that the gedcom she is using is over 2 years old meaning there have been a lot of corrections since then. It has always been my policy to share information with all members of Heycuz and so I did send her the entire gedcom as I have sent many of you. Unfortunately, I did not edit out living individuals as I had no reason not to trust a "cousin". I deeply regret any pain my naive actions have caused you. Like many of you, I have written a few letters to her, which have gone unanswered. The next step is to take it to the administrators of the websites who have allowed her to do this. Some of you have already done this. I notice you have also used the "post it" feature on some of the websites to correct the information.My recent illness has limited the amount of time I can spend on this problem. You have been so wonderfully understanding to me about this and I want to thank you for that. Again, I am deeply, deeply sorry.
   1. Love,
3. April
4. Heycuz, What's New?: July 2001

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2001_07_01_archive.html

It's Spring!

1. Let me walk with you amid the emerald woodlands and capture the bountiful wonders of nature. I remember the awe and wonder I felt as a child whenever new flowers bloomed. This is the place where my memories come alive and my spirit is renewed. Tomorrow, come walk with me and let us find the wonders together.

2. If you think my behavior lately is giddie, child-like or just plain nonsense, please forgive me. I have no excuse. Unless you consider that it is Spring-- known as the season of love, new beginnings, and housecleaning. (Although I wonder how they all got tied in together.) Or it could be that I've had some great breakthroughs in my own family line. Or it could be that I've found--rather they've found me--some new cousins! It's always exciting when we meet new cousins, but this is especially exciting for me because they are from a branch that I have had to go it alone in my research because I had found no other connections before. These are my Cornells. In just a few days between I received emails from not one but two different lines of descendants of Edmund Cornell and Laura Allen. I could SCREAM with delight!
Many of you Heycuz members are Sullivan or Harp descendants and therefore have lots of cousins to correspond with. I am also a Sullivan and a Harp so I value all the give and take, the humor, the thoughfulness, and the general greatness that we've inherited. All kidding aside, we also have other lines, that for whatever reasons stay hidden from view leaving us to search under every rock, shrub, and riverbed until something miraculous happens.
As usual, I was reading my emails one morning when I happened to come upon a querry about a Laura Allen. "Do you know anything about a Laura Allen who married a Ed Cornell?" Such a simple question but I spilled my coffee, read it over and over three times. I answered it and quickly got a reply, "Hello Cuz!" Three thousand miles away from me in Massachussetts, my new "cousin" Darrell couldn't have been closer. So, who are Ed Cornell and Laura Allen? I'm glad you asked. My grandmother Ruby Rennie, is the daughter of James Thomas Harrison and Minnie Cornell. Minnie is the daughter of Edmund Cornell and Laura Allen. My cousin, Darrell Stroh, is the great grandson of Edmund and Laura's son David Cornell and Rachel Joiner. So we began to exchange information and photographs. Then, Darrell mentions another cousin! Phyllis Masters is the granddaughter of Edmund and Laura's son, George Cornell who married Alice Sheldon. We've been having a great time getting to know each other, exchanging family stories, photographs and genealogies. Darrell was also able to solve a mystery in our family. We had a photograph for a long time and didn't know who it was. He gave the photograph to his Aunt who not only told us it was my Great Grandfather Tom Harrison, but that he had served in the Spanish-American war. Imagine not even recognizing your own great grandfather much less not even knowing he was a veteran. Then, I find out from Phyllis that her grandfather, Virgil, the son of George Cornell, lived in Riverside, California until his death and that his family still lived there. That's less than a two-hour drive from me! There were more cousins out there!
Moving on
Anyway, let's just say it's been an incredible start for Spring. I've done the usual spring cleaning on the site, and so the family and individual cards are all new. That is why the listing of updates and additions has not been added in this column.
I have also added a new "Share the Wealth" site which has scans of vital records available online. I have slowly begun scanning and posting some records that I have collected or have been submitted to me. I urge you to take a look. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I hope to get more up soon. Also if you would like to post some of your vital records for others to view, let me know and I'll post those also. Right now there is no index to the records. They are numbered according to the Heycuz Source Number as listed in the source index.
I have also updated the Players List which includes members of the Heycuz newsgroup. If you want to have your surnames added, please write to me.
We have some new submissions in the "Past Lane" section which deals in recollections and memories of our ancestors. One is The Life Story of Verla G. Knight. She was the daughter of Norman Allen Sullivan and Mona Louella Stinson. Charlton Queen has contributed a piece titled My Confederate Ancestors.
Coming up
Many of you are wondering about the Family Cookbook. Well, I've had a quandry with that. There were so many wonderful stories included with the recipes that I've decided to switch around the layout making the stories, not the recipes, the focus of the book. The recipe's will still be there, but they will be sidebars to the story. I am wrapping that up and plan to include an index in Grandma's Secret Recipes so you will be able to locate a specific recipe quickly, such as JoJo's slickerdowns or Martha's sassafrass tea.
The Family Album is yet to be updated. With my new cousins, I have a lot more pictures to add and plan to get to that shortly.
I'm off
Well, I've nothing more to say! Can you imagine? Just keep the information rolling in and hopefully we'll all have a lot more cousins to add to our site. Best wishes.
   1. Love,
3. April
4. Heycuz, What's New?: April 2001

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2001_04_01_archive.html

If I board up the fireplace, do you think that will stop Christmas from coming December 2000

If I board up the fireplace, do you think that will stop Christmas from coming? Well, I don’t necessarily want to stop it, just slow it down. This year has gone by too fast, hasn’t it? Yesterday, Lucas started first grade. OK, it wasn’t yesterday, but I must’ve slept through all the early awakenings, the cheery "home-work" hour, the Cub Scout meetings, the back to school night and all the other new experiences of parenting a "first grader." Lucas seems to be in a rush because the day after his birthday, he announced he’s ready for second grade.
Yikes!
It has been an exciting and disappointing year for us. This summer we were able to take a few days off here and there and got in a couple of trips to Palm Springs, one of our favorite vacation spots. We also started checking out houses. Although we ended up in the "boondocks" for our price range, we had a great time imagining ourselves in a roomy house and out of this cramped apartment. Our hopes for a home, however, were dashed in October, when the company that Steve works for downsized. We found ourselves faced with the unknown. The good news is that the bad news has pushed Steve toward fulfilling his dream of republishing his newspaper, "The Hellenic Calendar." He started a web site called helleniccalendar.com and is already getting a great response. He has also been doing some writing for a few different clients. So, hopefully, he will get the opportunity to do what he really loves. I’ve been working on my family tree and have been busy working on the web site and moderating the newsgroup. I am still working on the book project, but have decided the best way to do it is to have it published on CD instead of printed. I also am working on a project to extract all the Hickman County court records which is very time-consuming. Recently, some new cousins sent in some information which provided breakthroughs on my Mom’s Allen line and my Dad’s Lampleys.
So, while it looks like our purse strings are tight this Christmas, we’ve got a lot to look forward to this coming new year. This means, however, that our wedding plans have been put on indefinite hold. Steve is really set on a big party, which takes a lot of cash. On the other hand, I’ve seriously considered those new drive-thru chapels in Vegas. "I’d like a hamburger, french fries, and a coke. Oh, and add one of those certificates while you’re at it!" May Christmas bring to you the music of laughter, the warmth of friendship and the spirit of love.

Heycuz, What's New?: December 2000

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2000_12_01_archive.html

Privacy: A Personal Thing December 2000

1. To publish or not to publish? I have been struggling with this question lately. In December I received a couple of emails from people who were concerned about our policy of publishing information on living people. They admitted that the information can be found in published books, but felt that it was an invasion of their privacy to publish it on the web. There are hoards of articles on this issue available on the internet containing many horror stories.
Personally, I can understand their fears and so I agreed to take their information off of this website. However, I never do anything half-heartedly as many of you know. I took it a step further, by removing all information on living people from this site. I thought that this was a good idea, but I soon learned that it was not. Shortly after I did the updates, I received emails from concerned members of the Heycuz newsgroup who wondered why their family information had been deleted from the site. They worried that the information that they had worked so hard to research would not be out there for others to collaborate and/or correct. They argued that they had provided the information with the understanding that it would be published and so had no qualms with it being released. Also, they argued, if others didn't see them there, how would cousins or fellow researchers know that they existed.
Both of these theories have equally strong merit. So, I have been weighing both sides. I don't like to make these kinds of decisions. I try to avoid altercations at all costs. So, I am at a loss for what to do. Some people may have information in their files, as I do, that is completely second hand. There are some living people in my personal database that I have never had contact with at all, and so obviously I could not have getting direct permission to publish their information. Being aware of that, I have always removed the dates and places of those who were living but kept only the names. Years ago, we had discussed this same problem on Heycuz and the overwhelming concensus (100 percent) said they supported having it published.
I have not come to any cure-all solution that will make everyone happy. All that I am going to do for the moment, is put the information up. If someone does not want their information published, perhaps they can contact me to take it off. Some people may be concerned about contacting me fearing that I will be offended. Please don't worry. I don't bite and I won't run crying to my Daddy. I promise. Although I have some degree of authority because I am the one putting the information on the web, gathering and correcting the research of others as it is submitted, I don't believe I have the authority to edit or censor members of Heycuz. Nor would I even want to. In the meantime, I hope that one of the wise members of Heycuz will come up with a viable solution to this problem.
Moving on
I have slowly begun scanning and posting some records that I have collected or have been submitted to me. Some of these originals are now up and available for downloading. There are just a few right now, but it is some of the best stuff I have. I urge you to take a look. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I hope to get more up soon. Also if you would like to post some of your vital records for others to view, let me know and I'll post those also.
The Family Album seems to be having some trouble. Several people have written that they cannot view it within the Netscape browser but can see it just fine using the AOL or Microsoft Explorer browser. I have contacted Tripod, who hosts our Family Album, to see if they have any solutions, as I have tried to save it in different formats and am still getting the same complaint. I might end up moving the site altogether to another server. Because the site is so large and involves so many photographs, I am hoping to find a better alternative.
A Little More Personal
I am very busy these days as Steve and I are on the verge of coming out with our first edition of our newspaper, The Hellenic Calendar. This newspaper had been published ten years before and was very successful then. We have big hopes for it! Steve and I have dreamed of this moment for a long long time and are very excited about making these dreams a reality. We have also purchased our own domain and you can view the web version. At the moment it only contains events but will soon also feature articles from our newspaper. So this is keeping me very busy causing me to get behind in my emails and updates. I apologize. Please be patient with me. After our first issue comes out in March, I should be able to settle down and get back into a reasonable routine. Thank everyone for their support and prayers as we travel upon this unpaved road.
   1. Love,
2. April
3. Heycuz, What's New?: December 2000

http://heycuz.net/docs/NEW/2000_12_01_archive.html