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In 1997 this tin sign was found in the attic of 437 7th St NW. The building had been scheduled for demolition by the General Services Administration (GSA). This is where Clara Barton managed the Missing Persons Office, locating soldiers missing after the Civil War. It is now being restored for use as a museum. Washington, DC.
The Clara Barton National Historic Site is nearby in Glen Echo - see Red Cross HQ.
D.C.'s Missing Voice was joined by law enforcement and child advocates on Relisha Rudd Remembrance Day where they distributed her missing poster.
The posters and photos they hold in their hands show a new age progression of Relisha created by NCMEC forensic artists to show what she might look like today, at 17-years-old.
Relisha was only 8-years-old when she was seen on March 1, 2014 on a surveillance video in a Washington, DC motel with Kahil Tatum, a janitor that was working at the D.C. General Shelter where Relisha lived with her mother. Tatum later committed suicide after Relisha was reported missing. Sarah Baker/NCMEC
Gallipoli, Suvla, Hill 60 cemetery, New Zealand memorial to the missing.
So we had this attack on Hill 60. I was a rake-in for that one. We all were. The left-overs. You just had to do what you were told and follow the leader. The men lined up for the attack were all fairly disgruntled and dejected. They’d just about had it. We were only told we were attacking the Turk trenches ahead and we would be given the signal to charge. Not what the attack was for, or anything else. So we lay there waiting with our bayonets fixed. When the word came, our major, Major Bruiser Taylor, was right in front of me as he jumped to his feet. He had a sword he wasn’t supposed to have –because of swords drawing Turk fire- and he blew his whistle and pulled his sword out and shouted “charge!” That’s all he said. The next thing he was flat on his face, shot through the head.
Trooper Bill East quoted in "Voices of Gallipoli", (Auckland 1988), Maurice Shadbolt, p. 78
Every time I think of you....I always catch my breath...and Im still standing here..and youre miles away....and Im wondering why you left...
And theres a storm thats raging...through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name in certain circles.....and it always makes me smile....I spend my time...thinking about you.....and its almost driving me wild
And it's my heart thats breaking....down this long distance line tonight....
I aint missing you at all....since youve been gone..away....I aint missing you...no matter what I might say
Theres a message...in the wild....and Im sending you this signal tonight..you dont know how desperate Ive become...and it looks like Im losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning though Im trying hard to understand
And its my heart thats breaking down this long distance line tonight
And theres a message that Im sending out...like a telegraph to your soul and if I cant bridge this distance...stop this heartbreak overload
I aint missing you...I keep lying to myself.......
I aint missing you....
-john waite
yea..you know who you are
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When the boys went off for an early evening fish, Lexi went frantic. German Pointers tend to have traits of attatchment to their owners - much like most dogs - this doggy couldn't go a day without seeing him.
She would constantly run up and down the shoreline, occasionally swimming out to a nearby rock that broke the surface, and running to the end of the jetty whimpering and howling waiting for him to come back.
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MCFC 3 - 1 QPR
Yaya
Dzecko
Tevez
Good result and I'm hoping the new defensive buys will increase competition and improve the defence. We are definitely missing Gareth Barry's rarely noticed influence on games. I thought FOY had a shocker.. Bad refereeing... It seemed he ducked loads of decisions in our favour and blew for QPR all the time..
A week before purchase. Missing sink bowl of 10 1/2" (27cm) I have just managed (25/5/11) to find an enamel one on Ebay and await its delivery.
For some reason a huge number of houshold pets (Cats and Dogs) go "missing" in my neighbourhood (Heaton/Byker -Newcastle England). Lots of missing animals means LOTS of missing animal posters.
Praktica PL nova I, SLR.
Piazza Navona. Rome, Italy
This week has been really difficult, lots of things seem to be going wrong and I am just feeling miserable.
One of the main contributing factors to misery has been the fact that 'my man' seems to have gone AWOL.. whether he found out something about me, something about the project.. I do not know, all I know is that I need to speak to him to get his permission to use him in my show and just to appologise for being quite cruel to what I think is a genuinely nice man..
I'm sorry.
I'm putting this in the Lancaster Guardian too- only they want to identify me, and take pictures of me, which sort of might fuck up with the whole process..
I need him back!
When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I'm like a star; sometimes you can't see me, but I'm always there.
i miss you nede, <3 i hope you enjoyed our time together :)
The missing piece to the historical puzzle of the Staunton Depot, although the road name doesn't match with area it's still gives that feel as if you are back in the steam area when railroading was ever so grand. 10/07/23
On the face to it, this picture is pretty unremarkable. The woman at the front is cut off, back of a mans head not much going on and everyone is on their phone - except for the two on the left. They struck up a conversation on the train station platform after the young lady asked the man if he had the train line app to see which train would get her in to her stop quickest. He didn't have a smart phone but did have one thing - experience.
I had been out taking pictures all day in the freeing cold at a homes for people protest and listened, shivering, as they traded stories about their day, their plans for the weekend and their hopes and dreams for the future. They then boarded the train together and continued their conversation. I noticed the train was packed with people, in the assumed position; heads down, squinting into a tiny box of lights, earphones in - no doubt after a long day looking at a computer screen and oblivious to the world around them.
How many 'missed moments' will occur because we had to check our Facebook for our friends latest post, or our fave celebs latest tweets? Life is an endless series of moments and we risk missing them by being disconnected from the world around us. Technology has enabled us to be more connected and wider connected than ever before but it is disconnecting us at a closer, more intimate level more than ever.
Ironically I took my phone and camera out to capture this 'missed moment' as the train began to empty, maybe missing my own moment whilst I tweeted and took the picture, but I thought it was one I had to take. More often than not, I let pictures pass rather than take them because I don't feel every moment needs to captured, just experienced. We can look through our viewfinder too often and for too long and not actually see the world around us. Sometimes a chat is everything.
Well!
Being far away from home on a tiring business trip, nothing better than taking a old pick from home and dream about it when I have 5 min time!!
Looking forward to go back home.
We´re met off the boat by our tour leader and acquire
another two park guides, Eduardo and Serkan, for our
5-day trek in Torres del Paine. I´m secretly dreading
the long hikes, described in my guidebook as
'challenging'.
A few of my friends that have been have said that
Torres del Paine National Park is stunning and even
with this in mind, I´m completely unprepared for its
spectacular beauty. It´s exactly as I imagined it,
vast windswept plains, snowcapped mountains, looming
clouds and turquoise lakes. My ideal landscape.
Sublime.
As we´re arriving late into the park we´re missing one
leg of the 'W' circuit (which I´m told is the dull
bit)
so instead we´re dropped off at Laguna Verde for a
12km walk to Rio Paine, an amazing turquoise expanse
of water fed by glacial waters.
For 4 1/2 hours I walk through undulating terrain
through open plains, forests, past lakes and meadows
of spring flowers. By the end of the 5 days I am well
acquainted with the Calafate bush (yellow flowers),
the fire-bush (Notro or Ciruelillo) and the Chowra
(sp?) berries. The weather changes from rain to bright
spells and I remove my onion layers only to have to
put them all on again within minutes. The wind is
brutal. On several occasions I nearly get blown off
the mountain. One minute you´re pushing hard to walk
against the wind and as it dies suddenly you topple
over.
I am lagging behind as I have been taking far too many
photos and make my way down the mountain on my own
after a stop at the 'Laguna Los Ciervos' viewpoint
which overlooks the stunning Rio Paine. The colours
fill my senses - yellow (buttercups and dandelions),
red (fire-bush), turquoise (lakes) - and I remember
feeling happier than I have for ages.
Burnt trees fill the landscape. A serious fire started
by a tourist two years ago affected 15-20% of the
park. Although the park is recovering slowly it has
left a legacy of dead trees that stand out like shafts
of bone.
Back at the Pehoe campsite they have laid on a spread
of cheeses, hams, chocolates and wine for us, before
dinner! This is definitely camping in style and I´m
not complaining.
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