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To: Crocodile who wrote (53365)	7/14/2000 7:32:22 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

When my youngest sister "came out of the closet" she started wearing men's underwear, and claimed it was more comfortable. Go figure. Boxers, I can see, they keep you from chafing between the thighs, and there's no elastic except at the waist band. Men's bikini underwear may as well be women's underwear, except for the colors. Edit: I was going to discuss my personal underwear preference, but decided I wasn't awake enough yet to know whether this was a social gaffe.

To: Crocodile who wrote (53365)	7/14/2000 7:52:52 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Wanted to tell ya'll that my summer travel plans have been somewhat revised. I was hoping to visit Croc and E (well, I know I didn't mention it before, but I would have<g>) but decided to wait until fall so we can do the leaf thing. Have been digging around in the National Archives looking for geneology material. The nice reference librarian in Civil Reference found the personal file of my great-grandmother in the Carlisle Indian School files, and made me a copy even though I had missed the 1:30 pull so I should have had to wait until the 3:30 pull by the regular staff in the stacks, which, given my experiences at the Library of Congress, was astonishingly helpful, especially for a government employee. Using stuff I found in that, I found more interesting things in the census files. But the most astonishing thing I found yesterday, while researching that great-grandmother, was a huge, 15 generation family tree on the internet, for her husband's family, my great-grandfather's family, whose last name was Hepler. Some demon geneologist woman has done a Hepler family tree all the way back to 1590 in Germany. My great-grandfather, Harvey, was 10th generation from the earliest identified ancestor. And even more astonishing, there is a Hepler family reunion in Pitman, PA, the first weekend in August. They have been having one since 1931. I am planning to go, which I guess is a sign of impending age. I asked the kids if they wanted to go to a Hepler family reunion and meet distant relatives they didn't even knew they had, and they said no. I asked them, "would you rather go to the reunion or have your toenails pulled out with pliers?" Ben said "pliers" and Nick said "toenails." So Chris can't go, because Betty wants to go, and she is the oldest surviving person on our little twig of the tree. This whole thing astonishes me because decades ago my Aunt Iris told me and Lydia information which we both wrote down, and when I finally got around to looking for it, the records just popped out, and everything Aunt Iris said was true, and accurate. There are mysteries, but that's the fun part. I think my great-grandmother's mother was named Ida Premeau, and I have no idea how my great-grandmother's last name was King. Not a second marriage, I don't think, because I think I found the right Premeaus in St. John, North Dakota. I need to look at the land grant records from the Bureau of Land Management, that might help, as Frank Premeau seems to have had government land. In the Dakotas, back then, there was no central repository for birth records. I might be able to find baptismal records, but that could entail a trip to North Dakota. Chris and I may very well fly to Bismark later this summer, and rent a car, and drive to St. John, assuming that the baptismal records even exist. Certainly the court records still exist. Or maybe I will just do it by mail. Driving around North Dakota sounds like a lark. There is nothing there. I feel as if there is something pulling me - I am reminded of one of my mottos - "Strange travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God."

To: Crocodile who wrote (53365)	7/14/2000 8:18:08 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<To this day, I STILL can't figure out how men can stand wearing "men's briefs"... ugh... lumpy seams all over the place... big fat seams across the butt... YIKES!!! From the day I got out of diapers I've worn Munsingwear style R1210 briefs. Back in '79 Fruit of the Loom bought Munsingwear and discontinued the R1210. Not being one that handles big changes easily I called the factory and bought every R1210 the had in my size. Cases of them. My 20 year supply is down to 7 ratty pairs left and I haven't found any other style I like. Now I'm looking at where to move to where people don't wear underwear, like say living in swimming trunks.