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Medical care is extremely important for pregnant women and girls. The number of teenage pregnancies has increased over the years and many times teenagers do not research their pregnancy or take care of themselves properly. It is our duty to help them, especially when their parents are not involved. We need to educate both girls and boys about sex and pregnancy at an early age and discuss it openly so that the young are more knowledgeable and prepared. Prenatal care is of the utmost importance for a healthy mother and child. Unfortunately there are many unintended pregnancies which causes heartbreak and health problems. The complications in pregnancy such as miscarriages, ectopic pregnancy, molar pregnancy and still births can be helped by early diagnosis. The number of single parents has increased recently and surely we can address this problem and change these statistics.
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We should assist everyone through education and making available quality healthcare for all worldwide.
Elle est là ma petite princesse venue hier du canada, elle va passer le printemps chez nous. Son petit doigt s'adresse à chacun d'entre vous.
She is there my small princess came yesterday from Canada, she will pass the spring with us. His small finger addresses to each one of you.
6 May 2014 - OECD Week 2014: Forum 2014/High-Level Ministerial Council Meeting - Keynote address by Shinzo Abe, Prime Minister of Japan and Ministerial Council Meeting Chair.
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After five minutes racing to the address I arrive and the lights are on in the apartment, no sign of Barry though. I exit the bat-mobile as it’s automated systems have it retreat into an alley and seal itself off from outside interference. Slowly, I approach the entrance to the apartment and I hear Barry’s voice behind the door. He sounds calm, and a teenage voice can heard talking to him.
I open the door and enter the apartment. The teenager is wearing a batman t-shirt. Oh great he’s one of those.
“Told you he’d come.”
“OH MY GOD IT’S YOU! YOU’RE BATMAN!”
I give Barry a glare. What has he just led me into?
“Yes. I am.”
“Wow no-one is going to believe tomorrow when I tell them! Can I have your autograph?”
“No. Now tell me. Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“The girls.”
“What girls?”
“The girls you’ve abducted! Where are they!”
“I don’t know anything about any girls!”
I grab hold of the boy by his shirt and lift him off the floor. Barry stands up and grabs hold of my right arm.
“Batman put him down.”
“Stay out of this Flash. I’ll show you how you get scum like this to talk.”
“No! Look at his arms!”
I look at the boys arms expecting a scar or bandage of some sort from where the sixth girl cut him with the glass shard from the broken window. Nothing. Not a mark in sight. He’s not the one. I quickly release the boy and back away from him. I’ve clearly frightened him.
“But that doesn’t make sense. It has to be you.”
“It isn’t! Look at me! I struggle to hold a baseball bat let alone carry away a sixteen-year-old girl against her own will! Anyone of them would easily walk all over me! In fact they did…”
Barry’s face quickly turns from one of gloating directed at me to one of concern.
“What?”
“Those girls. The ones that have been abducted. All of them bullied me at school at some point.”
“How come?”
“My skin is like paper. It cuts easily and thanks to my von Willebrand disease I spurt out a lot more blood than a normal teen would. At each school I’d accidentally get cut and bleed non-stop and I ended up freaking out most of the girls because I wouldn’t’ stop bleeding. “
“Go on.” I say from a corner of the apartment being sure to keep my distance to not unnerve the young man.
“Well after that the girls took to mocking me because I couldn’t help it. I got called all sorts of names. The squirt. Aquaman’s period. Super-squirt. You name it I got called it.”
“That’s terrible. How did you deal with it?”
“I didn’t. My Mom ended up just moving me from school to school but it kept happening over and over again.”
“Where is your Mother? I’d of thought she’d of woken up by now.”
“She’s had to work late nights this week. Says she’s covering for someone who’s on vacation at work. She says she blames herself for my von Willebrand disease. Apparently I inherited it from her.”
At the moment Michael said that, Barry looked over at me and I nodded my head as I saw headlights pull up in the parking lot of the apartment complex. Sure enough out of the car emerged Michaels Mother who entered the apartment to a big surprise to see Barry and I stood before her.
“Michael sweety, what’s going on?”
“Mom this is Batman and the Flash, they’re investigating the disappearance of some of the girls that have been picking on me.”
“What? Why would someone do such a thing?”
“I think we should be asking you, Mrs Harlot.” Barry says. Clearly he’s noticed the bandage on her left arm.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bandage. You wouldn’t of happened to of cut yourself on a piece of glass from a window by chance?”
The Mother’s expression quickly turns making it clear that she knows we’ve figured out that it was her that’s behind all of this. She makes a run to leave the apartment but Barry blocks the door before she can escape. She panics and goes to pull out a needle of some sort and attempts to jab Barry but I launch my bat-claw at her and pull her towards me. I knock the needle out of her hands and grab hold of both her arms. I deliberately keep the pressure I apply to her left arm light to start with.
“The girls. Where are they?”
“Mom what have you done?”
“I did it for you Michael. To punish them for what they did to you. AHHHHH!”
I increase the pressure of my grip on her left arm.
“The girls. Where are they. Talk. Now”
“I won’t talk. Those whores deserve to die for what they did to my Michael. ARHHHHH!”
I apply even more pressure. Yet still she refuses to talk. The boy is starting to become distressed by this whole situation, he’s not happy with the pain I’m putting his Mother through. As much as I don’t want to do this it is necessary in order to find the missing girls. I squeeze harder.
“ARRRRHHHH”
“Mom!”
“Batman. That’s enough.”
“Not until she talks.”
“Mom!”
“ARRRRRHHHHH”
“Stop it please you’re hurting her! Please!”
The boy begins to cry and Barry races in and pulls my hand off her wound to stop her screaming. He whispers quietly into my ear so the other two don’t hear.
“Batman that’s enough. You’ve gone too far.”
I know that I may have crossed the line a bit with how far I went, but for what she has done she deserved the pain. I only feel regret for having to put her son through it.
“Mom please tell it isn’t true.”
There is a long silent pause.
“Mom please!”
“I did it for you Michael.”
“No!”
Barry approaches the boy and comforts him as he breaks down crying at the shock of the horror his Mother has done whilst she keeps her eyes fixed on me. Clearly my actions have scared her. Good. Scum like her deserves it.
“It’s alright Michael. It’s all going to be ok.”
Barry says this as he comforts the boy.
“Where are the girls.”
Still she remains quiet. The boy sees this and is clearly distraught about what his Mother claims to of done in his name. He stands up and approaches her.
“Mom. Where are they.”
“…..”
“Mom please. Where are they?”
“In the hell they deserve to be.”
“Please Mom, I know you’re not like this. Where are they?”
The boy is about to start crying again and Barry has walked up behind him and puts his hand on the boys shoulder.
“Dixon Docks. Warehouse 24. Basement.”
I sharply turn to look at Barry and nod at him. With that I race out of the apartment and jump into the bat-mobile and race to Dixon Docks to free the girls. If this woman has been so keen to punish these girls for what they’ve done to her son there’s no telling what danger they might be in. With in six minutes I’ve arrived and I quickly jump out of the bat-mobile and race into the warehouse. I can hear the sirens of the GPCD’s police cars arriving at the scene thanks to my call to Jim upon getting in the bat-mobile no doubt they’ll soon be arriving at the apartment where Barry is to take the boys Mother away.
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The girls location has been revealed and their kidnapper exposed, but will Batman make it to them in time? What will happen to young Michael and his Mother?
Tune in tomorrow to find out! Same bat-time, same bat-photostream.
To see these events play out from the Flashes point of view please do check out MrMinfig's aka Levi's photo stream!
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“Suppose this is it…” I said as I looked at the address written on the small slip of paper Fluxx had given me ages ago. I then gazed upward at what looked to be a decently sized facility with “Flickr Fighters” printed on a sign above the entrance.
“Must be a typo…”
Shaking off the peculiar wordage I marched inside to find surprisingly few of my colleagues. Hardly any of which I recognized.
This could prove difficult…
“You alright there Count?” A slightly modulated voice spoke behind me.
I quickly whipped around to find a figure clad in silver and purple power armor with a cape similar to my own. I recognized them from the Halloween incident but like most instances, I could not remember their name.
“Ah, Hello there. By chance do you have any idea where we keep the archives?”
“Try the office next to the meeting room.”
“Which is where exactly?”
“Just follow me…” the figure said with a sigh as he marched through the lobby and down the hall.
We reached the office and they walked over to the filing cabinet and attempted to open it only to discover it was locked.
“Allow me.” I said calmly as I pulled out a couple of bobby pins from my pocket. And began picking the lock.
“Why don’t you just carry lock picks?” They asked likely wondering why a gentleman had hairpins on his person.
“Lock picks always raise suspicion… Not to mention I never could get the hang of them…”
With that, a satisfying “click” sounded as I positioned the last pin and opened the drawer.
“Let’s see… ah, here we are.”
I pulled out a large folder filled with sheets of paper containing a photo of each member along with their name, powers, and a summary of their background.
“What is it you’re looking for anyway?”
“I’m looking for heroes with portal generation abilities…” I answered as I flipped through the papers.
“You mean like this?”
With a flick of the wrist, the hero summoned a small purple rift in space-time about the size of a pie pan.
Then something clicked in my cluttered mind and I remembered that the hero in front of me went by the name Rift Runner.
“Well. I feel like an idio-“
Suddenly a fellow in a black tactical suit wearing a bandana over his mouth entered the office.
“What’s going on here?!” Agent Sharp exclaimed.
“Oh bother, time to go!” I said quickly grabbing Rift runner’s shoulder and shifting to a random dimension.
“Youch! Watch it man, that hasn’t fully healed- What the?! Where the heck are we?!” Rift shouted as he looked around clearly startled by our sudden change in location.
I looked around and saw we stood in a room with yellow wallpaper covered in mildew stains, slightly damp foul-smelling carpet and Fluorescent lights that buzzed loudly overhead.
“It appears we have ended up in the realm known only as the backrooms.” I replied as I pocketed the folder.
“Backrooms? Sounds like one of those crazy stories you find online…”
“Well my friend, the multiverse is often a very odd thing. Sometimes one realm’s crazy story is another’s reality… Now, if we just stay put we should return to the realm we came from shortly.”
“Can’t you just shift us back?”
“One does not enter or exit this realm on purpose. Only by accident. If I were to shift now we’d end up in one of the more treacherous levels of this office building of the damned…”
Suddenly a loud howl echoed through the halls causing Fluffenstein to leap out of my pocket and dash off down the hall.
“Oh bugger! Come on! And try to keep up, this place will drive you mad if we get separated!” exclaimed as I pulled out my cutlass and a bottle of almond water before we ran through the endless halls after the cat.
As we searched I explained the Apophis Ra situation to Rift in order to try and maintain our sanity.
“So what does this guy have to do with me?” Rift asked.
“Well, I honestly have no idea what Apophis is capable of. Thus I devised a backup plan utilizing portals just in case- There!”
I pointed as a white blur dashed towards us and clung to the leg of my trousers.
“Easy there mate. You’re safe now.” I said consoling the frightened feline as I picked him up and gently placed him in my coat. Buttoning it to ensure he stayed put.
“I wouldn’t be so sure Count…” Rift said pointing to a pair of shadowy creatures in the distance slowly approaching us.
“Hounds…” I whispered as I passed Rift the bottle of almond water. “Here, start backing up slowly and If they turn hostile douse them with this.”
Rift nodded and we began to walk backwards. The creatures slowly picking up speed and their appearance becoming clearer as they got closer. Revealing not the canine shape they had at a distance but that of distorted and tangled humanoids walking on all fours with unnatural movements. With a loud snarl, the creatures began rapidly scuttling towards us. I quickly raised my sword and prepared to strike the beast in front as it lunged towards me when suddenly a pair of purple vortexes opened in front of the first creature and above the other as the first tumbled in and sank its claws into the other’s back causing a fight to break out between them. I turned to my companion to see he had his hand raised and was breathing heavy as though he had just had quite a workout.
“Quick Mate, the water!” I exclaimed.
Rift tossed me the bottle and I ripped off the cap frantically before splashing the liquid onto the beasts causing them to scream in pain as it burned their shadowy hide.
I then began shouting and swinging my sword as I walked towards them and the creatures scrambled back down the hall they came from.
“Haha! That’s it ya yella bellied beasties! Run back to the void where ya belong!” I shouted as I pocketed my weapon and turned back to my companion.
“Exceptional work my friend!” I said as I went to pat Rift on the shoulder but caught myself before I made the mistake.
“What even were those things?!”
“Most refer to them as the Hounds of Tindalos after one of Lovecraft’s abominations.” I explained. “Now then, what say we find a way out of this wretched place before Cuthulhu shows up…”
“Should I take that last statement a joke or an actual concern?”
“Best to take it as both mate…” I replied with a laugh. “Best to take it as both.”
After a bit more walking we turned a corner to find the hallway opened into a desert landscape filled with mesquite bushes and cacti.
“Ah, an exit!” I stated as we walked into the “room” only for the hallway to vanish once we turned around.
“Now. Let’s find out where we are…” I said as I began pulling out my navigational equipment. Compass, spyglass, sextant and the like.
“Hold on Capt Sparrow.” Rift said likely referencing something. “Let me handle this.”
Rift then pulled out a smartphone and opened up some sort of map on it.
“Looks like we’re just outside Laredo. Just a quick jump and we’ll be back in Advent City.”
Rift opened a portal under our feet and we disappeared through it and landed in the lounge room of the Flickr Fighters Headquarters. Rift landing on a chair while I crashed backwards into the coffee table.
“Sorry about that Count. I’m used to traveling alone.”
“That’s understandable. Most Vampire hunters choose to be lone wolves…” I said as I picked myself up and let the cat out of my coat before I sat down on the couch.
“Vampire hunter? What are you talking about?”
“Your cape, it’s a trophy from a vampire hunt correct?” I asked. “Got mine after a fight with Dracula last centur- er, a few years ago.”
Rift shook his head.
“I Just thought the cape looked cool and the guys back at HQ whipped this one up for me.” Rift explained. “It helps with gliding and deflects heat and ice rays.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Rift’s description.
“Fancy. But I’ll stick with being able to say I pulled mine out of the dust pile that was once a legendary strigoi.”
Just then our discussion was interrupted by the lights flickering out and then on again to reveal the sudden and dramatic arrival of agent sharp.
“The folder. Hand it over.” He said sternly.
I sighed as I pulled out the file and tossed it onto the coffee table. (Which was now cracked down the center and was being held up by only three legs.)
“Anything else officer?” I asked mocking Sharp’s serious tone.
“Yes. You’ve yet to show up at any of the group training sessions or any of the meetings…”
“In my defense, I wasn’t aware either of those were things.”
“I figured as much.” Sharp said shifting to a somewhat softer tone as he picked up the file. “According to Fluxx you only knew about Gravestein last Thursday because he happened to say something to you.”
“Hey, I was at the warehouse wasn’t I? What’s the big deal?”
“The point I’m getting at is the Flickr fighters rely upon communication between heroes. And we can’t function properly if one of them doesn’t even have a phone.”
“I’ll have you know I have two excellent telephones.” I said pulling one out of my pocket. “Why this one even has one of those newfangled rotary dial setups.”
“Man, I didn’t know they still made these…” Rift said as he picked up one of my phones and fiddled with the dial. “And how exactly are we supposed to send you messages on these?”
“Well, I figured we could set up a party line. Telephones still have that right?”
“No Count, they do not.” Sharp said with a sigh. “Look, you have access to a multiverse full of tech. Just find a smartphone you like and then get someone more technologically inclined to connect it to HQ’s network for you.”
“Not to mention you’ll have access to the group files and don’t have to raid the office.” Rift said passing the phone back to me.
As I stuck the phone into my pocket I noticed a sneaky look in Sharp’s eyes as a smirk came across his face.
“Which reminds me, which of you left a hairpin jammed into the lock on the cabinet?”
“He did it.” Rift said quickly slipping through a portal before I had a chance to pull him down with me.
“Well. I believe some extra time in the training room will be suitable consequences. I’ll see you at 0500 tomorrow morning for your first session.”
Sharp then exited the room and once he was a good distance away Rift appeared through a portal and landed back in his seat.
“Sorry man, I survived one training session with him, I don’t know if I’d last through another.”
“Quite alright ol’ chap. But you better not let me down tonight.”
“No prob. I’ll meet you at the museum ’round eleven. This should be interesting…”
That evening…
I walked around the museum half shifted to avoid detection. Looking at the exhibits to pass the time as I waited for either Rift or Apophis to arrive.
I couldn’t help but notice the differences in this dimension’s history I wasn’t aware of. The Sphinx not having a nose, three pyramids at Giza instead of four. But oddest exhibit of all was in the American history exhibit. A playbill from the Ford theatre’s production of “Our American Cousin.” Perhaps this realm’s version of the event went differently than I had learned. If Lincoln hadn’t bent down to retrieve his wife’s handkerchief Booth’s scheme could have easily succeeded.
“Excuse me, sir.” The night guard said rounding the corner and walking towards me. “I’m gonna have to ask you to le- GAH!”
The guard screamed and frantically drew his weapon as he saw the beam of his flashlight hit the wall behind me.
“Ah, Sorry my good fellow.” I said shifting back to where I was no longer translucent and held up my ITF badge. I’m an agent from the Interdimensional Task Force. I’m here to investigate a potential robbery.”
“Interdimensonal? Look, kid, I have no idea what the heck you are or what you’re doin’ here and I honestly don’t care. Now come along-“
Suddenly a portal opened under the guard and he disappeared through it.
“Gotten in trouble with the cops already?.” Rift said as he walked up behind me.
“So it would seem… The ITF must not be very well known in this realm.”
I then noticed rift was holding a cloth knapsack and something in it was moving.
“um, what’s in the bag?”
“your cat.” Rift said shoving the bag in my face. “you left them at HQ. Thought you might need them for whatever plan you have.”
I hadn’t thought of that… If Apophis’ is fascinated with the Egyptian religion then Fluffenstein could be a valuable weapon.
Genius idea mate! Just like The Battle of Pelusium!”
“The what?”
“During the first Persian conquest of Egypt, Cambyses II’s troops painted cat faces on their shields and placed dogs, sheep, cats, ibises and whatever other animals the Egyptians held sacred onto the front lines. Thus, the Egyptians surrendered at once instead of facing the ‘cat army.'”
“Huh, neat… But last time I checked two guys and a cat aren’t an army…”
“What we need is not an army, but a lookout.” I answered. “Follow me into the Egyptian exhibit.
We walked down the hall a ways until we came to a room filled with ancient Egyptian artifacts. Or rather, what the people of this dimension assume to be Egyptian.
“See that camera up there?” I said gesturing to the security device above us in the corner of the room.
“Lemme guess. you want me to head up to the security room and keep an eye on the cameras while you wait here for Apophis”
“You catch on quickly my friend.” I said with a grin. “When he gets here focus on the Egyptian exhibit’s camera and whenever you see me tip my hat open a rift under Apophis into that sarcophagus over there.”
“You got it Count.”
Rift gave me a quick salute before opening a rift behind him and disappearing through it.
“Well Fluffenstein.” I said pulling the kitten from the bag. “I hope that Antiquitus has the same superstitions as Third Dynasty Egypt.”
Around thirty minutes had passed and I had shifted in an armchair from my lair and was beginning to doze off in it whilst stroking Fluffenstein. Something about petting a small furry creature always puts one’s mind at ease.
Suddenly the lights in the room turned on and then began flickering rhythmically as an electronic noise began echoing around me.
I quickly stood up and shifted the chair away to my lair and tucked Fluffenstein behind my back under my cape.
Wait a minute, that noise, is that, music?
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Suddenly a cloud of blue smoke appeared and Apophis Ra stepped through it holding an ankh staff in one hand and a strange obsidian tablet in the other.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen…” The Cultist said in a semi-robotic voice. “Apophis Ra here coming at you live with a crossover I have been waiting dynasties to make! Here he is, the menace of the multiverse, Bane of Anubis, Count Dimensio!”
“Bane of Anubis? That’s a new one…” I joked trying to mask my confusion as Apophis held the tablet up towards me.
“Oh yeah, my dude! That ol’ doggo is ticked with you. What with your tomb raiding and all. Right folks?”
“Who the devil are you talking to?!”
I exclaimed in frustration as I scanned the room. “What manner of multidimensional demons have you brought here?”
“Chill, I’m just vloggin dude, Gotta keep them followers posted on my conquest of the multiverse.”
“Well, I’m afraid your cult’s quest ends here…” I said drawing my sword.
“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Apophis replied as he set his device on top of a nearby crate and held up his staff with both hands. “BEHOLD THE POWER OF APOPHIS RA!”
As he tapped the end of his staff on the floor a loud hissing erupted from the walls and hundreds of vipers began pouring out of the cracks and formed a defensive ring around their master.
“Impressive eh? Go ahead my man, try and strike me!” Apophis taunted
“With pleasure…” I said tipping my hat.
On cue, a rift opened under Apophis and he fell into the sealed sarcophagus in the corner.
Before a larger rift opened and the vipers fell into it.
“Well, that was easy.” Rift said as he appeared beside me.
“Indeed, I didn’t even have to use the-“
Suddenly I was cut off by the sound of a laser blast and the lid of the sarcophagus shattering and flying across the room.
“HEY! Not cool dude!” Apophis shouted as he lept out of the casket. “You totally messed up the vibe I had going!”
“Never mind…” I said with a sigh as I dodged a blast from the arch of Apophis’ staff.
“Did he just say vibe? I thought you said he was a Cultist.” Rift asked as we ducked behind a display case whilst Apophis was firing his staff and swinging it around like a maniac whilst doing some kind of strange dance. “He looks more like one of those annoying internet celebrities…”
“I’m certain, he even has a magic tablet that he uses to keep his followers updated on the fight.”
“Tablet huh. Where?”
I pointed out the strange device to Rift and he opened a portal under it causing it to fall right into his hands.
“Uh, Count? this is just a smartphone.” Rift explained looking the device over. “albeit a rather strange looking one. I mean it looks like he’s live-streaming the fight on some kind of youtube style site but the text is all in caps and some kind of weird language.”
“All in capitals? Hand me that…”
I took the phone and sure enough, it was filming us right that moment and many different people were posting messages beside the video in what appeared to be Latin. Or at least a variant of it.
“Hmm, I believe you’re right… it does appear to be an internet-like system..”
“Hey, I have an idea.” RIft whispered. “If his internet is anything like ours I know something that just might give us an advantage.”
“Hey! You fellas comin’ out or am I gonna have to disappoint all my followers?” Apophis asked mockingly before smiling towards where his phone had been and noticing it wasn’t there.
“What the- WHO STOLE MY EYE-PHONE?”
“You mean this?” I taunted as I shifted through the display and walked into the center of the room. “Sorry ‘dude’ but I just had a talk with your followers they think this fight is missing something.”
“Oh yeah? And what do my loyal legion of fans what to see?”
“BEHOLD! THE SLAYER OF RODENTS, DESTROYER OF HOUSEPLANTS! FLUFFENSTEIN!!!” I exclaimed pulling the cat out and holding him in view of the phone’s camera.
“GAH! GET THAT BASTET SPAWN AWAY FROM ME!!” Apophis screamed as he stumbled backward.
“Well now, An Egyptian who’s afraid of cats? Now I’ve seen everything…” I said with a laugh.
“I’m n-not afraid of th-them I’m just Aler- aah, Aah, ACHOO!!”
Apophis then entered a sneezing fit and dropped his staff in the process. which rift quickly snatched up with a portal.
“Allergic?” Rift said with an obvious chuckle in his voice he was trying to hide.
“Yeah…” Apophis answered with a sniffle, reaching for his staff and fumbling around with watery eyes.
“Well, It appears we have the upper-hand here Apophis… Perhaps you better come along peacefully before we have to take you to a hospital…”
“Sure man, ACHOO! J-just get that thing away from me…”
a short while later we had Apophis in cuffs and we had just finished dropping off Fluffenstein at my lair with Jack.
“Right, So I assume you’ll take it from here?” Rift asked.
“I can, but I’d prefer if I had someone else with me. helps keep the cops from getting suspicious if I have a hero with me…”
“But I thought you work for some top-secret Men in black style organization?”
Men In Black? Good heavens no. It’s just the inter-dimensional police. Not the CIA. Now come on…”
I grabbed Rift and Apophis’ shoulders and shifted into the large front lobby of the police station.
marble pillars lining the walls, royal blue carpeting, and a large wooden desk in the center.
“Well look what we got here.” The red-haired woman at the desk stated. “Chief said you’d be comin’ in with a convict but I didn’t expect you to bring in two.”
“Uh, No Miss Lana. This is Rift Runner, He’s part of the hero team I joined.”
Lana raised an eyebrow suspiciously as she looked Rift over.
“If you say so sugar. leave Apophis with Charlie and then head on back to the chief’s office. I’ll let her know Y’all are here…”
“Thank you, ma’am. Come on Rift.”
I walked towards what must have seemed like a wall to Rift and apophis until we stepped through it and into the prisoner processing center.
“So this is where you guys lock up the crooks?” Rift asked.
“No, this is just where we throw the book at em, and that fellow over there is our head book thrower. How’s it going, Charlie?”
The tall gawky looking man jolted up in his seat and straightened his uniform only to sigh once he turned his desk chair around to find me.
“Oh, It’s just you. I thought it was somebody important.” Charlie said with a yawn. “Just stick the perp in cell seven while I work out the papers…”
“Cell seven? Well now, You’re a lucky man Apophis.” I joked. “You get to stay in my old room.”
Apophis merely rolled his eyes as rift shoved him down the hall and into the cell with a seven above it.
“Right, You have a good evening Charlie, I’ll fill out any paperwork later. Gotta go see chief.”
“HEY! you still haven’t turned those papers from-“
I quickly grabbed Rift and shifted to the Cheif’s office door before Charlie could finish.
“Sorry about that Rift, I can’t stand paperwork…”
“Tell me about it. you wouldn’t believe how many reports Sharp has us fill out when we capture a villain…”
“You’re preaching to the choir mate. Preaching to the choir…”I said with a grin as I knocked on the door.
“Enter…” The Chief replied from inside.
I opened the door to see Chief Cahill standing at the window behind her desk. gazing out at the futuristic skyline of Capitus Prime.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Chief asked as she turned around and sat down at her desk and turned on the banker’s lamp that sat on it.
“I always prefered the look of Capitus Delta.” I replied.
“Of course you would. Have a seat Jones, You too Monteleone.”
“HOW DID YOU KNOW-“
“Your Name? Oh relax, I know more about you flickr fighters than Sharp! why else would I have sent Jones here to Advent city to serve his parole.”
“Well, just don’t tell anybody alright? I prefer to keep my secret identity.”
“Of course, My lips are sealed…” Chief replied with a locking motion over her lips. “Now then, tell me everything that happened…”
Richmond, BC Canada
Address: Coppersmith Corner Shopping Centre, 11388 Steveston Hwy.
Materials: A 1952 Ford pickup truck and cherry trees.
Program: Private
Ownership: Private
Sponsored By: Suncor Development Corp.
Description of Work:
This red truck once worked the blueberry fields that once covered the site of the shopping centre. As the trembling Aspen grow larger the ‘52 Ford will rise higher. Nature engages technology in this piece.
Artist Statement:
Ford Grove addresses the historic erosion of farmland over the past decades: ubiquitous fields of blueberries have been replaced with strip malls, condo developments and warehousing . . . an ongoing eradication of some of the world’s richest farmland. This Ford pickup was at one time working in those blueberry fields!
This metaphor of the machine being invaded by nature also offers speculations on the future of unfettered development. Indeed, it is only a matter of years before the trees have their way with this vehicle.
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by Douglas Taylor
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pues aqui actualizando mi flickr con un nuevo blend y esta vez es un regalo para netmen!
Espero que te guste!
En lo personal me gusta mucho el resultado!
La idea era que por la cancion de Amnesia ( que por cierto es mi favorita junto con unusual you) la parte en la que dice i forgot my address y me imagine a brit en una carretera sola y esto fue lo que resulto!
espero que les guste a mi si!
Netemen grax por los consejinis y espero que te guste!
Address: 1135 103rd St., Bay Harbor Islands, Florida
Architect: Charles McKirahan
Year built: 1958
To be demolished for new development
It hurts to see this building empty.
from 1918 - Wrigley's British Columbia directory) - BURRARD INLET - a travelling post office on steamer of the Harbour Shipping Co., covering points between Vancouver and Indian River, on Burrard Inlet and North Arm.
(first opening) - Burrard Inlet postal service, established in 1852 was delivered by ship and named Colonial Post Office No. 28 with Burrard Inlet as its official address. Operating until 1871 when it was moved to Hastings Mill on June 1, 1872 with the name officially changed to Hastings on March 1, 1897.
(second opening) - The first travelling post office on the steamship SS Belcarra was established January 1, 1908 servicing Indian Arm and upper Burrard Inlet. Harbour Navigation Ltd. MV Lo olbee operated as the T.P.O. From 1920 – 1933 when the MV Scenic became the T.P.O. and continued as the only floating post office in Canada until October 3rd, 1970 when it was discontinued.
Captain Stalker was the owner and the skipper and became Postmaster for Canada s only floating post office. The floating Post Office operated as the Burrard Inlet Post Office until 1971 on the steamer Scenic and maintained the regular mail and passenger service to the various isolated communities in the north arm of Burrard Inlet. Stamp collectors from around the world wrote to Captain Stalker to stamp their envelope with the Burrard Inlet cancellation so they could add this floating post office cancellation to their collection. On October 31st, 1970 the last postal run was made and the Burrard Inlet Canada's only floating post office was closed. (read the complete article at this link) - The Burrard Inlet Floating Post Office - www.bchistory.ca/member-story-the-burrard-inlet-floating-...
Link to - Historic Vancouver - Early Post Offices in Burrard Inlet - www.allnationsstampandcoin.com/newsletters/EarlyPO.html
/ BURRARD INLET / DE 4 / 14 / B.C. / - split ring cancel - the split ring cancel shown on this postcard is the second BURRARD INLET, B.C. hammer (A1-2) - it was proofed - 19 December 1913 - and was used until the office closed - (RF C).
Message on postcard reads: My Dear Old Mum. From now on my address will be. Power House / Lake Buntzen / Burrard Inlet / B.C. - I am working for the Vancouver Power Co. now. I will write a letter later. Love to all. Leslie
Leslie Frank Stephen Parker
(b. 30 March 1894 in Hastings, England - d. 26 May 1978 at age 84 in Mission, B.C.) - in 1911 he was 17 years old working as an assistant electrician in England - he was living with the Cruttenden family - I do not know if he was adopted / or a foster child - the earliest I can trace him living with the Cruttenden family is on the 1901 census when he was seven years old. In 1931 his occupation was listed as engineer.
His father - Harry Ernest Parker
(b. 1872 in Somerset, England - d.)
His mother - Florence Ethel / Emily (nee Baskin ?) Parker
Addressed to: Mrs. Cruttenden / 111 Athelstan Road / Clive Vale / Hastings / England
His (adopted / foster) mother: Mary Ann (nee Hemsley) Cruttenden (b. 1840 in Littleover, Derbyshire, England - d.)
He was married three times:
(1) - Constance Annie Ward (b. 1892 Surrey, England) they were married in January 1918 in Eastbourne, Sussex, United Kingdom)
(2) - Esther Amy Laurie (b. 7 November 1908 in Vancouver, B.C. - d. 5 December 1983 at age 75 in Vancouver, B.C.) they were married - 15 April 1931 in Vancouver, B.C. - they were divorced - 27 March 1952 in New Westminster, B.C.
(3) - Grace Margaret Shumk (b. 12 March 1901 in Bournemouth, England - d. 11 April 1975 at age 74 in Vancouver (Burnaby), B.C.)
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Cdv of a Papal Zouave by Giuseppe Felici (Cagli, 1839 – Rome, 12th March 1923).
Atelier address: Via Ripetta 191, Rome.
Activity: from 1863 to 1914ca.
Date: 1868ca.
More about the Papal Zouaves:
The Papal Zouaves (in Italian Zuavi Pontifici) were an infantry force formed in defence of the Papal States. This force evolved out of a unit formed by Christophe Léon Louis Juchault de Lamoricière in 1860, the Franco-Belgian Tirailleurs. On 1 January 1861 the unit was renamed the Papal Zouaves, name introduced by Frédéric François Xavier Ghislain de Mérode. The Almoner became Mgr. Edouard de Woelmont.
The Zuavi Pontifici were mainly young men, unmarried and Roman Catholic, who volunteered to defend Pope Pius IX and the Papal States. They wore a similar style of uniform to that of the French Zouaves but in grey with red trim. A grey and red kepi was sometimes substituted for the North African fez.
All orders were given in French and the unit was commanded by a Swiss Colonel, M. Allet. Nonetheless, the regiment was truly international, and by May 1868 numbered 4,592 men. At that time the unit was composed of 1,910 Dutch, 1,301 French, 686 Belgians, 157 Romans and Pontifical subjects, 507 Canadians, 1,400 Irish, 87 Prussians, 50 English, 32 Spaniards, 22 Germans from beyond Prussia, 19 Swiss, 14 Americans, 14 Neapolitans, 12 Modenese, 12 Poles, 10 Scots, 7 Austrians, 6 Portuguese, 6 Tuscans, three Maltese, two Russians and one volunteer each from the South Sea Islands, India, Africa, Mexico, Peru, Circassia.
A British volunteer, Joseph Powell, noted in his account of his service with the Papal Zouaves, Two Years in the Pontifical Zouaves that at least three "blacks" and one person from China served in the Zouaves.
Between February 1868 and September 1870 the number of Canadian volunteers, mainly from the francophone and predominantly Catholic province of Quebec, rose to seven contingents numbering some 500 men in total – with a contingent of 114 turning back to Canada because news had reached them of the surrender of the Papal States in September 1870.
The unit was very efficient against the brigandage and demonstrate its bravery in many occasions such as the Battle of Mentana. One thousand five hundred Papal Zouaves assisted in the notable Franco/Papal victory at this battle, fought on 3 November 1867 between French-Papal troops and Italian volunteers led by Giuseppe Garibaldi.
In his report to the Pope, the commander of the Papal forces, General Kanzler, praised the elan of the Zouaves, citing a determined bayonet charge as a particular example.
The Zouaves suffered the brunt of the fighting, sustaining 81 casualties in the battle, including 24 killed (the Papal forces suffered only 30 dead in total) and 57 wounded. The official French report of the battle prepared by the French commander, General de Failly, also cited the bravery of the unit. The youngest victim, aged seventeen, was English Zouave Julian Watts-Russel.
The Zouaves also played a role in the final engagements against the forces of the newly united Kingdom of Italy in September 1870, in which the Papal forces were outnumbered almost seven to one. The Zouaves fought off enemy lancers on the 13th, withdrew with Papal artillery under heavy fire on the 20th and made preparations for a counterattack against the Garibaldians before being told of the surrender, whereupon they destroyed their weapons.
Several Zouaves were executed or murdered by the Italian forces following the surrender, including a Belgian officer who refused to give up his sword.
After the Capture of Rome by Victor Emmanuel II in 1870, the French contingent of the former Papal Zouaves served the government of National Defence in France during the Franco-Prussian War. Renamed as the Volontaires de l'Ouest (Volunteers of the West) but retaining their grey and red Papal uniforms, the Zouaves fought the Prussians and their other German allies outside Orléans, with 15 killed or wounded between 11 and 12 October 1870, and also engaged the enemy at Patay. Numbering about 1,800 men, the experienced former Papal Zouaves fought with distinction at the Battle of Loigny where they lost 216 men while covering the retreat of other French units. The Volontaires were disbanded after the entrance of Prussian troops into Paris.
Down Cathedral, the Cathedral Church of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, is a Church of Ireland cathedral located in the town of Downpatrick in Northern Ireland. It stands on Cathedral Hill overlooking the town. It is one of two cathedrals in the Diocese of Down and Dromore. Wikipedia
Address: 35 English St, Downpatrick BT30 6AB
Addressed to: Mrs. Adie / Millington Road / Cambridge / England
Message on postcard reads: Dear Gran (Granville), Please forgive a P.C. (postcard) it is late & I'm dog tired. If Mother hasn't committed herself to the bedstand please ask her not to, (but) if she has, don't please tell her but I have 6 or 8 of the same from the Hotel. Besides which I suppose she would get an iron one & freight is $3.60 a ????. Will you tell her that I shall have to miss them this week. How I am going to get through at all, goodness knows. All goes well, I hope with you to. With best love - I have been writing her at 6 Claremont. Has she got the letters, I wonder! Bob.
- the mother - Clementina (nee Hellaby) Adia - she was born in Brudenell Place, Hoxton on - 17 Jan 1837 to Richard Hellaby and Mary Clementina Paqualin. Clementina Hellaby married Patrick Adie and had 8 children. She passed away on - 5 Nov 1930 in Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England.
- the father - PATRICK ADIE was the youngest son of the late Alexander James Adie, F.R.S.E., optician of Edinburgh, and brother of the late Engineer of the Edinburgh and Glasgow and other railways. He was born in 1821, and was educated at the High School of Edinburgh. On leaving he went to the workshops of Milne and Son, gas engineers, in that city, where he gained his first mechanical experience. The next four years were spent in his father’s workshop in Edinburgh, with the exception of six months, which he passed in Sir Thomas Macdougall Brisbane’s observatory, near Kelso, where he gained valuable information, and made the acquaintance of the late Mr. John Welsh, subsequently Superintendent of the Kew Observatory. About 1847 he came to London, and a few years afterwards set up in business as an optician and surveying-instrument maker, which business he continued till the time of his death. He designed and supplied many of the instruments used by the engineers engaged in the great trigonometrical survey of India, and also in the construction of many railways, both in this country and abroad. He gained medals at the Exhibitions of 1851 (London), 1855 (Paris), 1862 (London), &C., for excellence of these instruments. For meteorological instruments his reputation was fully sustained, many certificates being received from Kew Observatory, showing that they were without error. That Mr. Adie possessed great inventive power is shown by the fact that he took out no less than twelve patents, many of which are well known, and have proved very successful. One of these patents he was engaged in perfecting at the time of his death. It consists in the employment of corrugated steel belting, in lieu of leather, which he believed would effect a large saving both in power and cost. In this opinion he was supported by some eminent Members of the Institution, to whom he was well known, and who frequently sought the advice which his great experience enabled him to give. During the last ten years of his life he had suffered from bronchitis and heart disease. He died suddenly on the 18th of May, 1886.
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Palais Ephrussi
1, University Ring 14
Architect Theophil Hansen 1873
Family:
Address: Franzensring to Universitätsring
Progenitor Ephrussi-Sephardic Greek from Russia
Family tree - family vault at the Central Cemetery
Ignaz leaves the palace built on the ring
Viktor is arrested by the Nazis
The hare with amber eyes
Palais:
A small but fine Heinrichshof - Förstersche group
The neighbor: Palais Lieben
Piano nobile in inconspicuous 1 floor
Interior of Hitler's Professor
Location: Story of the Schottentor
From Franzensring to Universitätsring
The Ephrussi family name is relatively unknown in Vienna.
The Palais Ephrussi, so the building at the ring road, however, many Viennese is familiar, was there but housed the administration of Casinos Austria from 1969 to 2009 housed. The company inscription 'decorates' still the facade.
Today, the property is home of a law firm, led by the President of the Bar Association Gerhard Benn-Ibler.
Students across the university is probably more known McDonald, who has rented the ground floor of the adjacent house.
At that time the palace was at Franzensring. It began at the Parliament and reached to the university. In 1934 one part of it was renamed in Dr. Karl Lueger-Ring. This remained so until 2012. Now it's called University Ring.
The other part even had a more eventfull naming:
1934 Dr. Ignaz Seipel-Ring
1940 Josef Bürckel-Ring
1945 Dr. Ignaz Seipel-Ring
1949 Parliament-Ring
1956 Dr. Karl Renner Ring
Palais Ephrussi, opposite the University
Progenitor Ephrussi - Sephardic Greek from Russia
Ephrussi sounds strange and a bit exotic. One does not really know how to write the word, if you have not seen it before. Hardly anyone suspects that the ancestor of the dynasty, Charles Joachim (1792 - 1864), from Odessa in Russia was - and yet less that this was a Sephardic Greek.
He built a business empire, beginning with grain exports from Ukraine, then investing in the construction of infrastructure: bridges, railways, port facilities. And this, of course, also included the establishment of a bank - with offices in Paris and Vienna.
Offices in Paris - Vienna - Odessa
Pedigree
1. generation
Charles Joachim (1792 - 1864)
2. generation
Ignaz (1829 - 1899)
Leon (1826 - 1878)
3. generation
Viktor (1860 - 1945)
Charles (1849 - 1905)
4. generation
Elisabeth Waal (1899 - 2001)
Ignaz Ephrussi 'Iggie' (1906 - 2011)
5. generation
Victor de Waal
6. generation
Edmund de Waal (1964 - )
Son Ignaz has built the palace
Son Ignaz (1829 - 1899) took over in 1860 the financial transactions in Vienna, his brother Leonid (1826 - 1878) went to Paris and became 'Leon'
As the progenitor Charles died, he was laid to rest in the family vault Ephrussi at the Central Cemetery, not far from the gate 1
(There were later also Ignaz and his wife Emilie, born Porges 1836-1900, buried.)
Ephrussi family vault at the Central Cemetery, Gate 1
Son Ignaz was now head of the Viennese house and reputable in society. He was knighted by the emperor, bestowed him in 1871 with the Order of the Iron Crown, Third Class - although Ignaz throughout his life remained Russian citizen.
Economically he experienced a further upswing, founded more stores, also in London. It is said that the Ephrussi were the second richest banking family after the Rothschilds.
Therefore Ignaz could afford it to take on one of the most successful Ringstrasse architects, Theophil Hansen, 1869 for the construction of his palace. This one had a year earlier started with the construction of the Palais Epstein.
Apart from that Hansen had by his Athens stays good contacts with the Greek society of Vienna and came so to orders such as the Palais Sina am Hohen Markt or the Greek Orthodox Church at the meat market (Fleischmarkt).
Hansen Memorial, Parliament (detail)
Netsuke figurines come in the family
Around the time of the Palais building acquired Ignaz' extremely art-loving cousin Charles (1849 - 1905), who could afford to live as a bohemian and did not have to work, a collection of small carved Japanese figures, netsuke. Those were used in the attachment of kimono belts and were made of ivory, jade or horn.
As heritage (Note: according to other sources, as a gift ) within the family this exotic extravaganza came to Vienna's Palais, where Ignaz resided with family.
Son Victor is arrested by Nazis
In the family Ephrussi it came again to an alteration of generations: Viktor (1860-1945) took over the house. He was with Emilie, called 'Emmy', a born Schey, married.
The marriage was not happy, allegedly, in a manner of speaking the bride was in love with another man. Nevertheless, rapidly three children were born, almost 20 years later, another son - the father was at this time, however, almost certainly Emmys lover (but it was not talked about it).
The family survived reasonably sound an safe to the end of the monarchy, the first World War and the interwar period. But in 1938 came the Nazis, arrested the nearly 80-year-old Viktor in his palace and looted his valuables .
Viktor von Ephrussi
Against the Gestapo violence there were no means, only stratagems: Viktor's maid Anna scurried over and over again among the henchmen.
She succeeded every time to hide some of the small netsuke figurines under her apron, which she then hid in her room.
And she did not say a word to any of them. Not even the stately family.
Viktor was arrested, interrogated in the Hotel Metropol at Morzinplatz and forced to renounce all of his possessions in order to obtain an exit permit.
For his wife Emmy finally all of this became too much. She swallowed an increased dose of heart medications and died.
The Hotel Metropol as an interrogation center
The hare with amber eyes
Viktor was able to flee to England, where he died shortly before the end of the war. His daughter Elizabeth married into the Dutch family de Waal.
She returned in 1945 after the war to Vienna. In the meantime offices of the U. S. Army had moved Into the palais. Vienna should now remain occupied for ten years. Some of the old furnitures were still there. And Anna, the maid.
She handed out Elizabeth the netsuke figures which she could hide then. 264 by the number. A courageous woman. And no one knows her last name. Nobody has asked her for it.
Elizabeth's grandson Edmund has written the story of six generations in the book 'The Hare with the Amber Eyes'. A bestseller: sold 200 000 times.
The Bestseller
Netsuke Figures (Bid: Asian shop Bräunerstraße)
The war-damaged palace was in 1950 returned to the family. Meanwhile impoverished, it had to sell it for only $ 30 000. Were deferred only a few tapestries and books. For the compulsory expropriation of the bank a compensation of $ 5,000 was paid out - with the commitment that they would make no further claims .
As the palace changed hands in 2009, a sum of about 30 million euros has been rumored.
A small but fine Heinrichshof
The Palais Ephrussi extends on the ring road side over nine window axes, on the Schottengasse eight window axes.
The building is a scaled down version of the Heinrichshof which Hansen 1861-63 had built for the brick Baron Heinrich Drasche opposite the Court Opera (destroyed in 1945).
Heinrichshof, 1863
Palais Ephrussi on the left, then the Förstersche group
Theophil Hansen renounced of an accentuation of the center in favor of monumental tower-like corner projections giving the impression that the building stands free. The corner risalit was a characteristic of the baroque palace architecture (example: Schloss Belvedere). It was Hansen's innovative idea to incorporate this motif into the housing. In the business office at the corner of Schottengasse moved in the large, as well furnished by Hansen Café Hembsch.
University (left), Förstersche group (middle), Café Landtmann (right)
Hansen worked very closely with the architects of the adjacent building groups, which also had familial backgrounds: He was with Sophie, sister of Emil Foerster (1838 -1909) married. The brother took over the design on the ring road side, Carl Tietz on the back side at the Palais Lieben. In the literature, this complex of buildings of aesthetic and formal unity went down in history as the 'Förstersche group'.
Unfortunately, the part of the building complex (No. 10, to Mölkerbastei) was severely damaged by bombing in World War II and replaced by a new building.
Palais Ephrussi with caryatids, next to # 12
University Ring No. 10: New in 1966, Carl Appel
The neighbor: Palais Lieben
View Schottengasse:
Left Palais Lieben (8 window axes), right Palais Ephrussi (8 window axes)
One is inclined to attribute the Palais Ephrussi the entire complex. But on the side Schottengasse it includes only the first eight window axes.
If you look closely you can clearly see this on the basis of the color difference of the facade and the gilded, or not gilded balcony lattices.
Ephrussis' immediate neighbors were at the corner Schottengasse/Mölkerbastei the Lieben family, on the ring road side the Iron Baron Mayr-Melnhof (No. 12), No. 10 owned Theresa Blum (destroyed in 1945).
Corner Mölkerbastei/Schottengasse
Piano nobile in inconspicuous 1st floor
Italian flair with plenty of balconies
University Ring (above), Schottengasse (right)
The palace is through ledges horizontally divided into three zones ( base, 'piano nobile', Attica), nevertheless dominates the vertical order: pilasters embrace the second and third floor and the optical impression is further extended by the Terrakottakaryatiden (Terracotta caryatides) that carry the woodwork.
The entire attic floor lies something set back and is circumscribed by a gilded tendrils grid (the thus created balcony room provides surely a nice residential feeling, moreover, perhaps with a view to the Vienna Woods.)
The color scheme of the facade is particularly eye-catching and gives an Italian flair: red brick color with yellow stucco.
Hansen accentuates with the Palais Ephrussi in the first floor the main entrance and the sides with columns, wearing balconies. The shape of the balusters will be taken up later in the opposite University.
The lower floors were rusticated in the neo-Renaissance style, the appear massive and simple.
On the first floor, above the balcony, were the apartment of the landlord and the representative rooms - and not, as one might suspect, a floor above.
Terracotta Jewelry: The head of Mercury protrudes from the Arkanthusblättern (arcanthus leaves) of the capital. Fruit garlands adorn the tower walls between the pilaster capitals.
Detail balcony lattices
Interior of Hitler's Professor
Entrance hall
Transversely embedded courtyard with a glass roof
1 bedroom
2 Damensalon (ladie's salon)
3 dance lounge (including main entrance)
4 reception room
5 smoking-room, billiard room
6 Dining Room
(Note: In the Palais no tours are possible, only the reception area on the ground floor can be visited during business hours.)
Floor plan main floor
Ignaz Ritter von Ephrussi expressly wished from the architect to his main floor a separate staircase, which must not beeing used by any other house party. For the tenants were to build three floors with a convenient main and kitchen stair. On the ground floor a stable for four horses was provided. There are two basement levels.
For the interior design none other than Christian Griepenkerl was taken that equipped the main floor with painting cycles.
Later this one will Adolf Hitler refuse admission to the Academy of Arts because of "insufficient sample drawings".
The ceiling paintings in the Palais show Greek Zeus adventures and Jewish themes (images from the Book of Esther). In other respects, too, it was made sure that nothing was lacking: precious wood floors, expensive fireplaces, elegant marble - and a lot of gold. Inside and outside.
In sunlight, the balcony lattices shine far into the distance. No other Ringstraßenpalais (ring road palais) afforded this beauty .
Terracotta decorations, detail (Mercury)
Location - history from Schottentor
View before 1900 with still intact Gehtor (walking gate) of the Schottentor (gate).
Tor - Tower - Residential House
In the Middle Ages the Babenberg Jasomirgott took Irish-Scottish monks to Vienna. They founded on the ancient Roman road (traffic artery) leading to the west a convent and a school. The name Schottenviertel became customary.
The Schottentor was a part of the fortification. Mentioned it is for the first time in 1276, from 1291 on it was called the Schottenburgtor (Scottish castle gate), later only Schottentor.
The above the gate situated tower was extended in 1418, 1716 were converted into a house gate and tower, which belonged 1775-95 to the couple Eva and Anton Prohaska and 1812 to Protomedicus Edward Guldner von Lobes.
1839 has been demolished.
Old Schottentor Schottenkloster (monastery) 1683
Already in 1656 had been built a new (outer) gate in front of the old Schottentor. 1840 it was replaced by a neoclassical building, similar to the exterior castle gate.
However, as so inconvenient The five passages at Schottentor proved that the new gate soon, " the 5 follies " was the nickname . Supposedly, have been held to narrow the driving gates. And for pedestrians , it was a zig- zag course .
The new Schottentor was already 20 years after its establishment , in 1862 , demolished, only a Gehtor has been preserved until 1900. Then they demolished the remaining groups together with four houses of Mölkerbastei .
The term Schottentor found today on any street sign, only the metro station at the University bears the name - much to the chagrin of some Vienna tourists from the next station - can be misleading - Scots ring.
Old Schottentor to 1839
Schottentor , plan 1799
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New Schottentor 1840
View Schottengasse with Schottentor ( direction Votive Church ) , circa 1840
View Schottentor - outside, around 1840
View Schottentor - outside, around 1840
Outside, around 1840
Outside, around 1840
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New ablation Schottentor 1862
left: Palais Ephrussi
1875 - 1920 : Maximilian Course ( Emperor Maximilian of Mexico, initiated the building of the Votive Church )
1920 - 1934 : Liberty Square
1934 - 1938 : Dollfußplatz
1938 - 1945 : Hermann Goering place
1945 - 1946 : Liberty Square
1946 - Roosevelt Square ( with Sigmund Freud Park )
After the 2nd World War I circulated the following joke in Vienna: A visitor from the provinces asks in a Viennese tram :
" What is the name of the place over there? " "That is the Town Hall Square , formerly Adolf- Hitler-Platz . " A little further asks the visitors again :
" And what is there in the building? " "This is the Parliament , formerly County House . " Again, the tram runs a piece .
" And what is this place?" "This is the Stalin Square , formerly Schwarzenberg Platz . " The visitor gets out and says goodbye with the words:
"Goodbye , formerly Heil Hitler . "
View after 1900
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external link : Image Indoors on f1.online
Link :
Alphonse Thorsch
A banker was almost as rich as Rothschild - the extinction
Tomb of Thorsch family , Central Cemetery , Gate 1
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sources:
Dehio S 336 , Czeike , Archives Publishing
Viennese palace , W. Kraus, P. Müller, Blanck stone Verlag, 1991
The Ringstrasse , a European architectural idea , Barbara Dmytrasz , Amalthea Verlag, 2008
Vienna in old postcards, Czeike , 1989
Vienna pictures from the youth of our Emperor , Gerlach, 80 born FJ
The Press : The Ephrussi family scattered to the winds
The Standard : Prison of gold
10 cents registered UPU letter rate to France - addressed to a WWI serviceman. Ex Tracy Coopper collection...
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Invermere is a community in eastern British Columbia, Canada, near the border of Alberta. It is the hub of the Columbia Valley between Golden to the north and Cranbrook to the south. Invermere sits on the northwest shore of Windermere Lake and is a popular summer destination for visitors and second home owners from Calgary. Population: 3,391 (2016)
In 1910, Avenue A was a General Store owned by Messrs. Pitts and Hankey. Hankey went away to WWI while J.C. Pitts along with his daughter Gladys, continued to operate the business that included the Invermere Post Office. Mr. Pitts died in 1935 and his daughter continued to run the store and post office until 1954. The building was eventually purchased by Pat Bavin along with the McKay house.
(from 1918 - Wrigley's British Columbia directory) - INVERMERE - a post office and village on Windermere Lake, Columbia Provincial Electoral District, about 2 miles from Athalmer on C. P. R. Has C. P. R. telegraph office, Anglican church at Spillimacheen and Presbyterian at Athalmer. Local resources: Mining, dairying, stock-raising and tourist trade.
The Post Office at Invermere was established - 1 December 1912.
Distributing point - Cranbrook and Golden
Mail route - Invermere and Railway Station (C.P.)
/ INVERMERE / JUN 7 / 15 / B.C / - split ring cancel - this split ring hammer was proofed - 16 December 1912.
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Link to - Veterans of the First World War in the Windermere Valley, B.C. - windermeredistricthistoricalsociety.files.wordpress.com/2...
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Vernon / France
Vernon is a commune in the department of Eure in the Normandy region in northern France. It lies on the banks of the Seine River, about midway between Paris and Rouen. The city is well known for its production of engines by the SNECMA group.
Tenterfield. Population 3,000.
Tenterfield is often regarded as the home of Federation as the Premier of NSW Sir Henry Parkes gave a seminal address here in 1889 about the need for a national government which led, many years later, to the formation of the Australian Commonwealth in 1901. Although Parkes (1815- 1896) died five years before federation he started the movement and pushed for the first Constitutional Convention in 1891. Parkes was Premier of NSW for five separate terms between 1872 and 1891 being in office for 16 years. Tenterfield is nearly 900 metres above sea level on the New England Tablelands. The first sheep station was established here in 1840 called Deepwater station. When Stuart Donaldson bought it in 1844 he renamed it Tenterfield after his family’s Scottish property. Donaldson became the first Premier of New South Wales in 1856. A town site was surveyed within Tenterfield station in 1849 but Courthouse had been established in 1847. A hotel and post service started in 1849. The town was officially gazetted in 1851 with land sales starting in 1854. The town grew after 1858 when gold was discovered in the Great Dividing Range and a bank was built in 1858. A flourmill had been built in 1854 and the first church, which was Anglican, opened in 1860. Tenterfield was declared a municipality in 1871 and the era of fine stone buildings began. The railway reached the town in 1884 although the official opening was in 1886 when the line continued to Brisbane.
Some of the impressive array of heritage buildings in the Main Street beginning in the south include are:
1.Stannum House. This fine Victorian mansion was built in 1888 for John Reid a mining magnate. It was used a military hospital during WW2 when 10,000 troops were stationed in Tenterfield ready to defend NSW again a Japanese invasion. It is now run as a bed and breakfast establishment. Note its bay windows, fancy barge boards to the street facing gable, the exquisite cast iron lace work on the verandas and the captain’s walk on the roof.
2.On the corner is the Information centre but turn left here when coming from Stannum House to see the modern red brick Romanesque style Catholic Church.
3. The Sir Henry Parkes Museum is in the former School of Arts building. The stuccoed classical part was built in 1876. Sir Henry Parkes delivered his Tenterfield Oration here in 1889. It was the first building acquired by the National Trust in NSW in 1957. It is now the museum. It was built in four stages with the last building erected in 1913 but most of it was built in 1884.
4.Turn left here only if you want to walk a few blocks to see the railway station built in 1886.It is now a railway museum. Also just a short way down this street is a fine three storey house built in 1871. It was built as a flour mill for Thomas Peberdy. It was converted to a steam mill and flour sold locally and into Queensland. The mill closed in the early 20th century.
5.Post Office. The Italianate style Post Office was built in 1881. Its French mansard roof clock tower is a dominant feature beside the classical Greek style arched colonnade. The tower was completed in 1891. If you turn left here along Manners St for 7 blocks you get to the historic railway station. It is now a museum.
6.The Art Deco style Bank of NSW with inset porch and arched window above it is next. Built around 1920.
7.Beyond the park on the right is the Bank of NSW. A superb early example of Art Deco architecture. Further along on the right are the Art Deco National Buildings 1914.
8.Turn next right in High St for the Saddler Shop which is next to the Vinnies OP Shop. It was built in 1860 and run by George Woolnough the grandfather of song writer and singer Peter Allen. Peter Allen immortalised the building in the song “Tenterfield Saddler”. Peter Allen (1944) grew up in Armidale and later moved to Lismore. His father committed suicide and the song tells this story on the Tenterfield Saddler.
9.Opposite it is the two storey Spanish Mission style Art Deco Royal Hotel. This was the site of the original George Inn in 1849.
10.On the next cross road is the Methodist Church. The first one was built in 1867 and replaced with this brick church in 1928 after the first burnt down. Next to it in Logan St is the manse built in the 1890s in red brick. Two blocks along Logan St is the Presbyterian Church built in 1884. Banjo Paterson got married here in 1903. Return to Methodist Church. Continue across High Street.
11.See the Centenary Cottage. This charming steep pitched roof cottage was built in 1871 and now is a local museum. Return to the Methodist Church corner.
12.Good walkers might like to see Deloraine House. Continue along High St. and left into Clarence St. This stone house was built in 1872/73 for Henry Bauer. The land was sold in 1858. His wife inherited it in 1872. It may have been a hotel for a short time. After 1877 it was leased to the Moses family who held Jewish religious meetings in it. It changed hands in 1889 to the Whitton family who held it from then until 1985. It is now run as a bed and breakfast place. Return to the Main Street.
13.At the Main Street if you cross over you will see the old Tenterfield School built in 1887. A slab building behind it was the first school in 1866. Return to the Main Street and turn left.
14.Next on right is a two storey square squat tower building with the triangular pediment over the front door was a late 19th century bank built in 1891. It is now a rural bank.
15.Next on right is Kneipp Saddle and Harness Emporium 1892. It is a great example of a 1890s commercial premise. It still has the old urns on the corners of the pediment.
16.Almost next door is the Tenterfield Star Building. This produced the local newspaper. This building was erected in 1913. The paper was founded in 1870. The owner had his solicitor offices in it too.
17.Next left at Molesworth St for some architectural gems. The first is the Soldier Memorial Hall 1924 with the War Memorial in front of it. It is a fine red brick building with cement rendered and painted quoins.
18.Next to it is the Tenterfield Courthouse with its clerestory windows. It was built in 1885 and designed by Colonial architect J Barnet. The complex originally had a police station and gaol beside it. The central Courthouse has two Palladian identical wings each side of it. One would have been the police station. The early gaol and police structures were built in 1870. Return to Main Street and turn left to our meeting point.
Cdv of Frédéric François Xavier Ghislain de Mérode, Minister of the War of the Papal States, Archbishop, Count and creator of the unit of the Papal Zouaves (Brussels, 26th March 1820 – Rome, 12th July 1874) by Fratelli D’Alessandri.
Atelier address: Via del Babuino 65, Rome.
Activity: from 1856 to 1950.
Date: before 1865.
More about Monsignor de Mérode:
Frédéric François Xavier Ghislain de Mérode was born in Brussels on 26th March 1820 and was the son of Count Félix de Mérode-Westerloo, who held in turn the portfolios of foreign affairs, war, and finances under Leopold I of Belgium, and of Rosalie de Grammont. He was allied through the House of Mérode to the aristocracy of France. He lost his mother at the age of three and was raised at Villersexel, in Franche-Comté, by his aunt Philippine de Grammont, his father's second wife.
He attended religious colleges before entering the Military Academy of Brussels in 1839. He graduated with the rank of second lieutenant and in 1844, after a short period serving at the armoury of Liège, he joined the staff of Maréchal Bugeaud in Algeria where his heroism earned him the famous Legion d'honneur.
However, in 1847 he suddenly decided to change armies and exchange his sword for a rosary. He studied at the Gregorian University in Rome and was ordained priest in 1849. He was assigned as chaplain to the French garrison of Viterbo. In 1850, while his family was urging him to return to Belgium, Pope Pius IX, with a view to attach him permanently to his court, made him Cameriere Segreto, the chief prison warden of Rome.
Mérode was so successful in this position that many rulers, even some hostile to the Church, wanted to use the same policies to improve conditions in their own prisons.
In 1860, Mérode, much against the views of the Roman Prelature, headed by Cardinal Antonelli, persuaded Pius IX to form a unit of Catholic volunteers that later became known as the Papal Zouaves and recruited his cousin, the famous Algerian war hero and noted French legitimist, Cristofe de Lamoriciere as commander-in-chief. Several days later the Pope appointed him Minister of War.
Mérode devoted many years to public works. He paid for the construction of the Campo Pretoriano outside Porta Pia, the construction of new streets, the sanitation of the old quarters by the Tiber and other projects.
His temperament and progressive views made him enemies among the Roman society. He attacked the French Emperor's duplicity, making enemies in the leadership of the French army of occupation. Opposition to the Monsignor finally forced Pope Pius IX to dismiss him in 1865, but he was not about to abandon one of his most faithful servants. Mérode became papal almoner and titular Archbishop of Melitene in 1866. His new duties were to distribute the papal alms and to confirm children in danger of death. At the First Vatican Council, he showed the influence exercised over him by his brother-in-law de Montalembert and sided with the minority that deemed the definition of papal infallibility inopportune and even dangerous, but submitted the day the dogma was defined.
After the capture of Rome by the Piedmontese on 20th September 1870, he joined the Pope in retirement within the Vatican, leaving only to fight the Piedmontese government's pretensions on the Campo Pretoriano or to share de Rossi's work in the excavations of Tor Marancino, which resulted in the discovery of the Basilica of St. Petronilla.
Monsignor de Mérode made one of his last official speeches on 14th June 1874 when he addressed a group of American pilgrims and talked about his family connections with the famous French and American revolutionary Lafayette. He spoke of his regret that the talented general had turned away from the faith, but also spoke of the great contributions to Catholicism that were being made by the nation he helped to build. Not long after, de Mérode died of pneumonia in the arms of Blessed Pius IX, only a matter of months before he was scheduled to be made a Cardinal and Prince of the Catholic Church.
He was buried in the Flemish Cemetery near the Vatican with a turnout that included his fellow clergymen , princes whose rights he always supported and a mass of poor people of Rome for whom he had done so much.
More about Fratelli D’Alessandri:
Father Antonio D’Alessandri ( L’Aquila, 1818 – Rome, 1893) and his brother Paolo Francesco D’Alessandri (L’Aquila, 1824 – Rome, 1889) were the founder of one of the most famous ateliers in Rome and in Italy.
The two brothers moved from L'Aquila to Rome in 1850 and started to travel across Italy and Europe in order to study photography. As a result, they opened their atelier in Rome in 1856. It was the first atelier ever opened in Rome.
Father Antonio was very talented and the atelier became very popular among the Roman Society and Curia. Pope Pius IX and his court, cardinals, bishops, nobles, soldiers and the King and Queen of Naples in exile were portrayed in the atelier. Its reputation spread soon in whole Europe.
In 1862, the brothers photographed the camp of the Papal Zouaves and five years later they photographed the battlefields of Monterotondo and Mentana.
In 1870, they portrayed the Bersaglieri over the ruins of Porta Pia after the fall of Rome and the atelier gained the hostility of the Roman Curia which revoked all the privileges granted.
The many arguments between the Roman Curia and Father Antonio became so exasperating he decided to leave the priesthood.
The atelier was already successful and didn’t need any privileges of the Roman Curia. They continued to portray the Roman Society, from the poor to the nobles, for many years until their deaths. Tito and Renato, son and grandson of Paolo Francesco, took over the atelier and ran it until 1950, when it was definitively closed.
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Collins Barracks is a former military barracks in the Arbour Hill area of Dublin, Ireland. The buildings are now the National Museum of Ireland – Decorative Arts and History. Housing both British Armed Forces and Irish Army garrisons through three centuries, the barracks were the oldest continuously occupied example in the world.
Originally called simply The Barracks, and later The Royal Barracks, the name was changed to Collins Barracks when handed over to the Irish Free State in 1922.
Built in 1702, and further extended in the late 18th century and 19th century, the complex's main buildings are neo-classical in style. Since 1997 the barracks have been home to collections of the National Museum of Ireland (for Decorative Arts and History exhibits), and the original structures have seen some award winning redevelopment and conservation work to support this new role.
The museum faces the Luas tram "red line" (Museum stop), a Memorial Garden at Croppies Acre marking the 1798 rebellion, and the River Liffey.
Safavid Leather Address Book
I was given this beautiful new address book with leather filigree to go with my new house.
It is an amazing piece of workmanship and I will treasure it greatly. Cobalt blue features heavily in Persian art and architecture.
I have promised myself to write neatly in this book. My hand writing has deteriorated badly since the advent of computers and every entry will be made using an old fountain pen to make me write slowly and carefully.
"Book Art From a Golden Age"
"Amid the many jewels of ancient Islam, decorative book binding shines particularly bright. Symmetry and refinement of line are the hallmarks of these bindings, ranging in style over many centuries from the simply tooled geometric patterns of the 14th century to the complex compositions of the 16th century.
Associated with the Islamic Golden Age, the Persian Safavid-style designs represented a high point for the art of the book. These bindings feature centralized designs of medallions, quadrants, plant and animal motifs, a pentagonal envelope flap closure and elaborately decorated doublures (interior covers), exquisite creations in cut-out leather, coloured papers and gilding.
This doublure inspired collection portrays a remarkable leather filigree pattern incorporating handtooled surfaces and motives which retain an elegance and style even in our modern context."
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