Boy OH Boy I'm excited!

I have pretty much cleared up on the Page's I have them

from the 1600's foward the only thing I would like to know

is where Joseph & Maria are buried?

As for John Little ,Ellender (John's mother) & Nancy Hickey I would like to find where they are buried. I think that all of above died inWashington,County, IL. are a buried in the same. Maria was supposedly buried at Beaucoup, IL. Nancy's family which wasreally a puzzle has been more or less put togeather. How everJohn M. Little b.1805 in VA is really who I would like to find more information. This is what I know his father name was William Franklin Little and his mother name was Ellender last name unknown. But I will be thankful to any information that is found. I would like to find out what happened to the rest of John and Nancy's children.  The only one that I have any information

CWC

She married Eli S. Hardwick . They were married  4 JUN 1857 in Corinth, Alcorn, MS. They were I think in what is

Mart, TX now. There was a cousin Louisa Jane Little who

married a Columbus Hardwick. Eli and Columbus were

brothers.

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{Page image 0001}{Begin page no. 1}{Begin handwritten}Life History{End handwritten}

Folklore,

Miss Effie Cowan,

McLennanCounty, Texas,

District 8.

NO. of Words {Begin handwritten}2,500{End handwritten}

File NO. 240.

Page NO.1.

REFERENCE:

Interview with Mrs Belle Little, White Pioneer, Mart, Texas.

"I was born in Little Rock Arkansas, on the 3rd of April 1867. I came to Texas with my parents, J.W. and Sarah Louise Mulloy, in the year 1872. We drove through the country in an old covered wagon with oxen as our team. We crossed the Red river in a ferry boat, I remember that when father drove the wagon on the ferry boat the wagon was so long that it would hardly go on the boat with the oxen, and how the ferry -man swore about it.

"Before father came to Texas he {Begin deleted text}frghted{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}freighted{End handwritten}{End inserted text} from Little Rock to Camden Arkansas. He was a single young man and living at Atlanta {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Arkansas {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} when the war between the states was declared. He was twenty- one years of age. He enlisted under the Confederate flag and served through-out the conflict under General Forrest and Hood {Begin deleted text},{End deleted text} of Texas. {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}I{End handwritten}{End inserted text} can remember how he told of their shoes wearing out and how they had to skin the hide from the dead cattle to make moccasans to wear. When they returned back to Georgia from the {Begin deleted text}sge{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}siege{End handwritten}{End inserted text} of Nashville they would sing the songs of Texas, while on the march to relieve their homesick longing.

"I can also remember how he told of how deeply he was affected when he surrendered his arms at Appamatox court house, {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}as{End handwritten}{End inserted text} he laid them down on the steps. On his return home he took the responsibility of the support of a widowed mother and three young sisters. Father was a descendent of Pat Mulloy who with his brother Jim came to America as stowaways on a ship from Ireland. (This was before the Revolutionary war.) They brought {Begin note}{Begin handwritten}C.12 - 2/11/41 - Texas{End handwritten}{End note}{Page image 0002}{Begin page no. 2}their possessions in a knapsack. They fought in the Revolutionary war.

"In 1866 my father married Sarah Louise Douglass who was the {Begin deleted text}daughte{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}daughter{End handwritten}{End inserted text} of J.C. and Isabel Douglass of Springfield {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Illinois, but who emigrated to Texas before the war between the states. To my father and mother there were five children born, three of us {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}were{End handwritten}{End inserted text} small children when they came to Texas. I am the oldest. All have passed away but my sister Mrs St Clair of Waco and myself. The boys were Jim and Joe, both deceased {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}Also{End deleted text} a sister Edna, also deceased.

"When we reached the Navasota river in East Texas, we had to wait two weeks for it to go down as it was on a rise. We stopped at the old Sterling place, it was a large plantation with its slave quarters, the owner {Begin inserted text}was an{End inserted text} ancestor of the ex-governor Sterling of Texas. The men of the plantation entertained our men-folks by taking them hunting and fishing, while the women were wonderfully hospitable and kind.

"When we finally crossed the Navasota river, and after travelling over the {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} as yet {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} untravelled roads over the prairie {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} after leaving the timbered river bottom, what a beautiful sight met our eyes {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}!{End handwritten}{End inserted text} As far as the eye could see the prairie of wild grass, it was sparsely covered with a native growth of mesquite trees and the sage and wild grass intermingled with the Texas wild flowers, the blue-bonnet, the red Indian head, dandelion, wild roses, and many others made a picture to satisfy the eye of an artist. When our pioneers {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} urged on by the restless spirit {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}, of adventure{End handwritten}{End inserted text} gazed on the prairie they could not pass it by. It was a land of promise beautiful with its carpet of wild flowers and rich in fertility of soil {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} running streams {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} and an abundance of wild game. {Page image 0003}{Begin page no. 3}"By the side of the Tehuacana Hills there were the cool springs. {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}As{End handwritten}{End inserted text} the shadows of a long hot day was lengthening, tired and weary from the jolting of the ox-drawn wagon and the slow progress over the river roads to the prairie, the first thought was to make camp at once. The more wary of our party pointed out that there were still some Indians in the country and decided it was best to camp in the open. At this time there was scarcely any timber in the prairie, due to {Begin deleted text}[??]{End deleted text} the fires which sprung up from the {Begin deleted text}trvellers camp [?] he{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}travellers camp's as they{End handwritten}{End inserted text} crossed the prairie to {Begin deleted text}his{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}their{End handwritten}{End inserted text} future home farther west.

"When we finally reached our destination, Waco, we crossed the Brazos river on the ferry boat in January of 1872. We located near the village of Bosqueville where father made a crop, this was only a few miles north of Waco. Father carried his produce to market at Waco, which was a small village also, but larger than Bosqueville, We {Begin deleted text}tended{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}attended{End handwritten}{End inserted text} the little Baptist church at Bosqueville. It was a severe winter when we reached Waco. My grand-father Douglass had already moved to Bosqueville, so to join him we made our first home at this place.

"However {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}we{End handwritten}{End inserted text} decided to go farther west and in 1873 we moved to Comanche, Texas, father had a hundred acres in wheat and it was growing fine, when in June there came a late frost and killed it. This discouraged him and then he moved to what is the Blue Ridge settlement southeast of the town of Marlin, Texas. We children attended the public school in Reagan, and attended church at this place. Father farmed on a large scale, and prospered, {Begin deleted text}at this place{End deleted text}, but there were a number {Page image 0004}{Begin page no. 4}of families from the Blue Ridge settlement who had moved to the old {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Willow{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Springs community, now known as Mart. My grand father Douglass among them {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}. Others{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}others{End deleted text} were the Harlan, and Cowan {Begin deleted text}famil n{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}families. In{End handwritten}{End inserted text} the year 1878 we moved to the settlement east of Willow Springs. Mrs Laura Cowan was my first teacher at Mart, she having taught in the {Begin deleted text}erm{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}term{End handwritten}{End inserted text} of '79 aand {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}1880.{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Other families who lived in this community now known as Mart, were that of Breland, Howard, Reynolds, Stodghill, and farther east was the Hardwick ranch owned by Uncle Jack Hardwick, my husband's relative.

"Other teachers folowing Mrs Cowan, (over in the old school house, and church which stood in the cemetery under the old elm tree {Begin deleted text}which{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}that{End handwritten}{End inserted text} stood for a century almost, and under which the Mart Baptist Church, {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}with{End handwritten}{End inserted text} a membership of eight was organized {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}){End handwritten}{End inserted text}, were {Begin deleted text}r{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Mr{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Westmoreland, a Mr Cressop, McJunkin and Hunt. When the new school house was built across the little branch which was between the cemetery and the village of Mart, there was a Mr Bob Allen, who was a brother of Mrs Carpenter, also Mr W.A. Allen, Mr Overby, {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Ben F.{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Dancer and others at a later day.

"My grand-father Douglass came to Texas from Illinois and first settled in the Bosqueville community, later moved to Reagan and then the present Mart community. He was buried in the old Salt Branch cemetery near Marlin on Blue Ridge. He had a large family of boys, eight boys and two girls. They were Perry, Pole, Tom, Henry, John, Buck and Dick, and Jim. Uncle Perry and Pole were old enough to enlist under the flag of the Confederate states and served through out the conflict. Perry was a sergeant of Company A, 15th Ark. regiment. {Begin deleted text}e{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}He{End handwritten}{End inserted text} was born in {Begin deleted text}184{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}1842{End handwritten}{End inserted text} in Illinois, and died May 20, 1916 at his home in Mart, Texas. {Page image 0005}{Begin page no. 5} "Uncle Pole is 93 years of age and lives at his home near Mart. Uncle Tom is around 83 years of age and lives in Houston Texas, they are the only surviving members of this family of children. There were two girls, my mother Louise and {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}her{End handwritten}{End inserted text} sister Callie, both deceased. Mother passed away in September of 1916.

"In 1881 {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}(1881){End handwritten}{End inserted text} I married William LaFayette Little who came to Texas and lived with his Uncle Lum Hardwick {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} a brother of Captain Jack Hardwick, of {Begin inserted text}the{End inserted text} Hardwick ranch. Now known as the Gillam ranch. Mr Little was a native of Burnsville Mississippi, and came to Texas in 1872. We bought our home two and a half miles of Mart, in what is now known as the Elm Ridge settlement. Here we reared our family of three children, they were William Arthur who is now acting head of the Texas Old Age Assistance Commission, and lives at Austin {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}, Tex{End handwritten}{End inserted text} a daughter, Dora Dean, whom I reside with, and who married John Drinkard of the Victoria settlement. The youngest son John {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} is in the Federal Tax Collecting office at Houston. Mr Little passed away April 3, 1922.

"Some of my earliest memories are of the continual fear of the Indians {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}.{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}while{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}While{End handwritten}{End inserted text} living at Comanche Texas, they still roved over the country stealing cattle, horses and food and feed-stuff as they were {Begin deleted text}to{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Be homes, but this attack did not materialize as the band drifted in another direction. But to this day I can remember the feeling of fear we had. {Page image 0006}{Begin page no. 6}"Texan's had a saying that {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} no one but fools and new-comers prophesied on its weather {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} . It has its moods of sunshine and showers, storm and calm. It was on the 24th day of November 1896, at four clock in the afternoon my husband was plowing in the field and I was sitting at the machine, {Begin deleted text}sewin{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}sewing.{End handwritten}{End inserted text} "{Begin deleted text}t{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}It{End handwritten}{End inserted text} had been rainy and misty, when Mr Little rushed in and caught up our younger child, Arthur, {Begin inserted text}age 5{End inserted text} and told me to follow with the eldest, Dora, a child of 12 years. The boy was standing on the front porch and a hammer lay on the floor beside him. Just as we closed the door of the storm house, we saw the house go. {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}The cyclone{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}It{End deleted text} came in a dark cloud which seemed {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}to{End handwritten}{End inserted text} be {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}rolling{End handwritten}{End inserted text} on the ground from the south-west {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} and covered a path of about half a mile {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}.{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}ll{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}All{End handwritten}{End inserted text} we had left after scrapping the lumber, from this cyclone was enough to build a little smoke house. Our clothes furniture and bedding were carried so far away all we ever found {Begin deleted text}[?] pces{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}were pieces{End handwritten}{End inserted text} which had caught in the tree-tops as they were carried away by the wind. The porch and hammer on which the boy was standing was left intact. Everthing else but the storm house and our family were gone.

This was due to the fact that the roof {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}of the storm house{End handwritten}{End inserted text} is just above the ground and {Begin deleted text}covere{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}covered{End handwritten}{End inserted text} with earth, there are very few in this country {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} as such storms are very rare {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}.{End handwritten}{End inserted text} They are more numerous in Western Texas, since it has more prairie country and more storms. Our house and the house of my cousin Buck Douglass were the only houses in this cyclones path, his house was destroyed also and his little child killed by the chimney falling on it. They escaped with their lives, by leaving the house when the cloud came, but in the excitement the little child ran under the chimney of the house, when it had reached the out side {Begin deleted text}.{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}, and was killed.{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Page image 0007}{Begin page no. 7}"The late frost's, {Begin inserted text}and{End inserted text} cyclones were not all we had to contend with in those days. I can remember how the grasshoppers came in the fall of 1873, and how they ruined the vegetation. Previous to this it is a {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}historical{End handwritten}{End inserted text} fact that they came in 1853, 1857, and 1868. After three days the vegetation looked as if a fire had swept over it, they even got into the houses and clothing. Then the drouths came and played a big part in {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}the{End handwritten}{End inserted text} change from ranching to farming, as the grass was killed so that stockman had to take their stock to other states for range. It is said that from 1859 to 1861 there was {Begin deleted text}scarcy{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}scarcely{End handwritten}{End inserted text} any rain in Texas for three years. As the country was put into cultivation the drouths gradually ceased, until now they are never so bad that we have a complete failure.

"Notwithstanding the drouths, frosts, cyclones and insects, the climate of Texas as a whole, since I have lived here cannot be surpassed. When the spring comes with its accompanament of Texas winds and gentle showers, the wild flowers springing up over the prairie with their riot of color {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} while flinging their fragrance far and near, carry anew {Begin deleted text}atures{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}natures{End handwritten}{End inserted text} age-old message of the Ressurrection. Fall brings the frost king, who paints his pictures in all his gorgeous shades on every bush and shrub. In the midst of it all sits the yellow golden-rod, which nods serenly as Autumn's flower queen. Then winters chilling blast drives all {Begin deleted text}natures{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}nature's{End handwritten}{End inserted text} subjects to seek a long siesta in the cold light of a winters sun. The wild sumac {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}the red-bud{End handwritten}{End inserted text} and the cedar trees which grows in profusion in the rocky sandy soil west of Waco {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}. When{End handwritten}{End inserted text}{Begin deleted text}when{End deleted text} the snow and frost come {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} make a picture worthy of the greatest artist brush. {Page image 0008}{Begin page no. 8}{Begin handwritten}8{End handwritten}.

"But whom my sister Edna married had his share of it. First he took part in the rush to the Indian Territory when it was opened by the governemnt to the homesteaders. He was living at {Begin deleted text}[?]{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Cleburne{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Texas and when the date of the opening of the Territory was set he joined the host of people to make the grand rush. He told how, at the signal of the guns fired by the United States soldiers {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} thousands of men {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} women and children in all kinds of vehicles, on foot and on trains made the race as if their very lives depended on it instead of a town site of a few acres of a tract of land. The shouting of {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}the{End handwritten}{End inserted text} men, the {Begin deleted text}nghing{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}neighing{End handwritten}{End inserted text} of the horses and the {Begin deleted text}screing{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}screaming{End handwritten}{End inserted text} of the women made it seem like pandemonium had broken from somewhere, to say nothing of the clatter of the horses hoofs, the cracking of the whips, and the explosions of fire arms.

"Then as the line was crossed and the real race took place between the homesteaders for a certian piece of land and how during the long hot days of the regristration the women took their chances along with the men just as they had in the pioneer days, and how they did not ask for any chivalry of giving their place in the line, and how their sex at {Begin deleted text}t{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}this{End handwritten}{End inserted text} time meant nothing to the men. How the period of dissilusion came and the homesteader found that he was located on what seemed to be a desert waste of land, how the prairie fires had swept the land and other tracts had been cut clear of hay by the squatters before the rush. The prospect was a dreary one also for lack of natural water. The rivers and creeks were dry from a drouth and only a few springs of natural water and the digging of wells was the first attempt of improving his place, until the rains came. {Page image 0009}{Begin page no. 9} "Then along the railroad tracks boomer trains loaded to the guards with homesteaders come creeping along and it seems to the impatient travellers that the Texas mustangs can easily out strip the slow moving train as they are hadicapped by their speed limit. Horseman shout at the passengers as they gaily wave their hats at them as they pass the train's. Some of the more venturesome travellers as the trains slow {Begin deleted text}dn{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}down{End handwritten}{End inserted text} for water {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} pile their belongings off and settle on the first vacant home patch of 160 acres in their path. {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} As the train pulls into the county seat its load of passengers emerge from the coaches tired but triumphant. Townsiters swarm over the new town sites like an army of ants. A small piece of land that not an hour ago was nothing but a patch of prairie now {Begin deleted text}bcomes{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}becomes{End handwritten}{End inserted text} a townsite. Then begin disputes over the lots and as there are not yet officers of the law they have their fights and it is a case of the best man who wins. As soon as the lots are claimed and stakes driven down the tents are erected and in a few minutes the town officers are elected and in {Begin deleted text}ess{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}less{End handwritten}{End inserted text} time than it hardly takes to tell it there is a little community which has sprung up, certificates are issued and many take out these certificates for both town sites and homesteads of land. Next to the home owner the shop keepers opened up their tents and started their business which with most of them built up a thriving business and many today of the state of Oklahoma's best and oldest business houses date back to this opening of the Indian Territory and the forming of the State of Oklahoma. {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} From this experience this brother-in-law gained the incentive of {Begin deleted text}seekin{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}seeking{End handwritten}{End inserted text} his fortunes farther west and so in a few years he decided to try them {Page image 0010}{Begin page no. 10}{Begin handwritten}10.{End handwritten}

in Mexico, he lived there for several years and accumilated a nice ranch and had a profitable stock business when the Diaz revolution came and he was warned repeatedly to leave the state by the revolutionist. He brought his family out and left them in Texas, then returned to Mexico to try to sell or see what he could get out of his holdings, and to this day that is the last we have heard of him. We naturally felt that he had been killed by the faction which had given him warning.

"When my husbands relative Captain Jack Hardwick first settled the Hardwick ranch, (now known as the Gillam ranch) he sent for his brother whom we call {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Uncle Lum {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} and who was one of the first preachers in this part of the county. While Captain {Begin deleted text}ck{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Jack{End handwritten}{End inserted text} was herding up his cattle for the Northern markets {Begin deleted text}ncle{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}Uncle{End handwritten}{End inserted text} Lum was herding up the lost sheep of the Lord. It mattered not if some of the converts were of the clan which bore the bran of "G.T.T" (Gone to Texas), which at that time meant they had reason to leave their homes in the old states, and it was true that it was not uncommon for a man to inquire of another {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} why he ran away from his home back in another state {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}?"{End handwritten}{End inserted text} And it is equally true that few people felt insulted for these questions. Justice descended into the body of Judge Lynch {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} sleeping when he slept, and waking when he awoke but gradually out of this has come with as much rapidity as could be expected the status of our law and order {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten},{End handwritten}{End inserted text} from the days of Richard Coke who took up his fight to {Begin deleted text}brin{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}bring{End handwritten}{End inserted text} it {Begin deleted text}in{End deleted text}{Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}into{End handwritten}{End inserted text} being {Begin inserted text}{Begin handwritten}, to{End handwritten}{End inserted text} the day he was inagurated governor of Texas following the days of reconstruction.

Wayne, What a find and Thank YOU. Belle's husband was my

William Lafayett Little's 1st cousin and I have a photo of him and Belle and her parents and a very small artical about him. This was the only information that I could get out of the TX

Little's and that his gradfathers name was William Franklin Little this is how I got John fathers name. Thank You very much.Penny

Wayne,

The last one that you resent from David Plunkett is my greatuncle Will. David is a cousin on my fathers side of the

family and he is an avid looker uper but we combined what we both had on that side but he also got my mothers side at the same time. But the other looks instering I want to look closer at this. Thanks for all your help maybe we will get a crack in that wall so I can tumble it down. Thanks

Penny

Wayne this is all I got MSN strikes again