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To: Dayuhan who wrote (36453)	8/28/1999 11:09:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I can remember our family's first television... one of the first on the block ....scary. My mom didn't have electricity until she was in high school, which for her was in the 1930s. She grew up on a farm out in the wilds of west Texas. Kerosene lamps. Ice boxes instead of refrigerators. I think they did have telephone service, partyline of course. She went to college at the Texas College of Mines, which is now UTEP. Lived with her aunt and uncle in El Paso. Her uncle used to get up well before dawn. One such morning there was an enormous flash of light to the west, from New Mexico, as if the sun was rising in the wrong direction. Let's see if Lather can guess what that was.

To: Dayuhan who wrote (36453)	8/29/1999 12:35:00 AM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Your "commercial jingles" story reminded me of this: I was in a village, Molepolole, in south eastern Botswana, and saw one of the most wonderful performances I've ever seen. For some occasion, there was a festival featuring various groups of dancers. One of the groups was a Boy Scout troop's band; it was the very definition of rag tag. A very few of the twenty or twenty five boys, boys of all sizes, some of them men, had full uniforms. Some wore shoes. Most had one item or another of Boy Scout clothing-- a scarf, a torn shirt, a pair of shorts. The thing that was amazing was the musical and dance performance. The "dance" was really a sort of very complex march, with synchronized foot-stomping in the hard, red dirt. For the music, there were a couple of thumb-harps, and two stringed guitars fashioned out of square cooking-oil cans, two-foot lengths of wood, and pieces of ordinary wire. All the rest of the musicians had identical instruments-- each carried two empty Coca Cola cans. They clashed them together, high and low in front of them, over their heads, behind their backs, to create this quite dense, staccato, syncopated rhythm that was amazing, and to which the jumping, stomping, marching dance was performed. This performance was extremely moving; I watched the whole thing with tears in my eyes, pretending to be affected by the dust raised by the stomping feet.