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Lowaldie.
Farmers took up land here in 1912 with the expectation of a rail siding on the Tailem Bend to Brown’s Well railway. Lowaldie siding opened in 1913 after protests to the railways as they had not planned for a siding at Lowaldie. Lowaldie station finally closed in 1974. A town of 72 allotments was surveyed in 1913 with parklands and suburban lands beyond. By 1916 only two allotments had been sold! The first building in town was a stone Post Office shed. One allotment was set aside for an institute and the locals began amassing money but very slowly. In 1919 they purchased the Post Office stone shed for an institute. It served this purpose from 1920 to 1925. In 1920 the institute was hired out for Methodist church services but this stopped with a year or so for want of a good sized congregation. The building was sold in 1927 to a new postmaster. It remained the Post Office until 1958. A school opened in the Institute in 1922 but closed at the end of that year. The Lowaldie School was then started up a few miles out of town in a rural location to the north of the town. It operated from 1930 to 1940 before final closure. Nothing remains on that site now except for a memorial cairn. In 1934 the residents began to plan for a second institute which was built of limestone and red bricks and it opened in 1935. Sporadic Methodist church services were held in the new Lowaldie Institute from 1936 through to 1970. From 1930 the town parklands and suburban lands were leased to broad acre farmers for cropping. Only two residential allotments were ever sold in Lowaldie.
"Here lyes in hope and expectation of the joyfull and disyred day of resurrection when the Saviour of the world shall appeare in power and judgment, to awake all those who have slept in Him, to be partakers of the everlasting happiness of the eternall kingdome, Sir Henry Sydney, knight, discended from the stemme of Viscount Lisle, Baron of Penshurst in Kent. Lorde Chamberleyn to the Queenes majestie and governoure of Flushing
His youth was seasoned with the feare of God, duty towards his parents and love to learning, his following aged yielded fruites of hospitality towards all the men of charitie, towards the poore, of faithfulness towards his friendes, and of peaceablenes amongst his neighbours. He and his end was concluded with piety, with patience and with a comfortable farewell at the tearme of 59 yeares, the 2d of November Anno Domini 1612
Here (joynd as well in ye safe hope of a joyfull resurrection as in all piety and conjugall love to the sayd Sir Henry Sidney) rests the body of Dame Jane his wife, daughter of Francis Jermy of Brightwell in Suffolk, esq, who after her peregrination of 73 yeares injoying 28 thereof in the happy society of her sayd husband and continuing his name and memory for 28 more (in a most chast and retired widowhood) upon the 9th of August 1638 departed this life . No lady lived more christiany nor dyed more happily, many daughters have done virtuously but thou excellest them all (proverbs 31.29)"
Henry Sydney 1612 was the son of Thomas Sydney 1585 & Barbara 1585 daughter of William Walsingham 1534 & Joyce Denny 1496 widow of John Carey & sister of Sir Francis Walsingham
He was the grandson of Agnes & Thomas Sydney 1544 who was employed by the townsmen to buy the priory lands for the town, but on paying £90 to the Crown, kept it for himself.
As the inscription says Henry was Lorde Chamberlain to Queen Elizabeth & Governor of Flushing.
He succeeded his brother Thomas husband of Mary Southwell who died without issue.
He m 1581 Jane (aged 16) daughter of Francis Jermy of Brightwell & Margaret heiress of Thomas Tey of Brightwell & Stutton
Having no children, Henry left all his properties to Jane, and on her death they passed to Robert Sidney, Earl of Leicester and thence to other families.
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Now lying under the west window, their monument once lay in the Sidney chapel here, but was damaged by the fire of 1961 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/t0K5f6 which also destroyed the jacobean font cover given by Jane www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/o9LW8J She also gave 4 acres of land to support the church minister "for ever"! - Church of St Mary & All Saints, Little Walsingham Norfolk
Luca's selling take away ice cream.
Wednesday 17th June. There was widespread expectation First Minister Nicola Sturgeon would announce a move to phase two of lockdown on Thursday 18th June and give indicative dates for further easing of lockdown.
In phase two the virus is controlled but remains; R is consistently below 1 and WHO conditions are met. Physical distancing would still be required.
Phase two includes: People meeting in larger groups; workers being allowed to return to construction sites; opening playgrounds; small shops selling non-essential goods reopening (but not shopping malls); outdoor beer gardens but not indoor areas of pubs.
"Ms Sturgeon has previously stressed that not all of the changes will happen overnight, and it might not be until "the coming weeks" that some are in place."
www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-53083995
This image was taken during the Covid-19 pandemic and phase one of moving out of lockdown in Scotland.
Obi waiting (im)patiently for his ball to be thrown. Another great visit to Rawcliffe park. Overcast and very warm.
With the expectation of a freight working out of Long Marston to be routed on the North Cotswold line to Oxford and beyond, I drove to Moreton in Marsh.
180104 leaves Moreton at 15.21 on the 17th June 2015 working 1P57, the 14.25 Great Malvern to Paddington. Despite some fairly recent rationalisation of the layout at Moreton the signal box and semaphores were retained and still remain in 2021.
The former line to Shipston on Stour would have gone behind the signal box.
Denmark badminton mixed double player Joachim Fischer throw his raquet into the crowd after he won straight sets and enter into semi-final Super Series Malaysia Open 2013.
Splendid lights at the Cabopino Beach, in Málaga. The watter was quite cold but it was worthy.
Models: Eva and Alex
With great expectation of this lens, I was sadly disappointed at the results. there may be an issue with this copy however the lens itself looks pristine in all visual aspects. it may not be compatible with the original a7 series full frame mirrorless cameras. It had severe vignetting which was corrected in post however the vignetting was of an off color. hopefully results with an APSC sensor size camera will be better. if anyone has had similar results with this 21 mm Contax G mount Carl Zeiss lens please feel free to comment.
The expectation that the world would be hearing more of Charbel was soon fulfilled: his grave was immediately surrounded by an "extraordinary brightness", according to a booklet produced by the Monastery about its most famous son. The light only finally faded after 45 days, unlike public interest which continued to wax brightly: pilgrims even tried to steal pieces of his remains, which gave the authorities a reason to open the grave. The body was found floating in mud but was itself completely free from signs of deterioration "as if it had been buried that same day." It was noticed that a "blood-like liquid" exuded from the body's a phenomenon which can still be seen even now. The liquid is caught in a cloth and, according to the Monastery, has over the years been responsible for many cases of healing.
In this century his grave has been opened four times, the last time being in 1955, and each time "it has been noticed that his bleeding body still has its flexibility as if it were alive".
In the years following WWII aircraft were being developed at a tremendous pace, and the public, particularly young men watched each new step with keen expectation. In the part of town where I lived model aeroplanes, in all their forms and complexities, was a major pastime. Sunday mornings would find twenty or thirty young men gathered on the local airfield (so recently the home of American B52’s) to fly their latest creations, some of which were quite large and had a range of several (usually unwanted!) miles.
About this time the Farnborough Air Show was the annual highlight, giving the public the chance to see not only new service aircraft, but also a number of early stage prototypes (the “Flying Bedstead” forerunner of the VTO planes for example).
In 1952, at the age of 10, I was allowed, not for the first time, to go with trusted neighbours on the bus to Farnborough (a journey of 130 miles).
Once at Farnborough we took our places on “the hill” a prime observation position. All was going well; part way through the afternoon was the awaited flight of the DeHaviland DH110 flown by their test pilot John Derry. After a level flight fly past in excess of the speed of sound, the plane climbed nearly out of sight, and then turned and dived towards the crowd at high speed. As can be seen from my photograph, the plane has twin jet engines, with the high level tail-plane being supported by two booms extending back from the wings.
This is my memory of the next few minutes; the two booms supporting the tail seemed to bend and fail. Within seconds both engines tore themselves from the fuselage and took on a life of their own, at the same time the rest of plane just disintegrated and fell vertically onto the runway. The two engines rushed directly towards us on the hill, one crashing into the crowd just in front of where we stood (I can still clearly recall the sight, but not the sounds, of this), the other engine passing overhead (to crash in the car park some distance away, killing two people).
Some RAF men, who happened to be near us in the crowd, pushed us to the floor.
What happened next I don’t really know, when I did get to my feet, vans and other vehicles had circled the area. My “guardians” were quick to get me away from the scene of carnage.
Later we were to understand that 27 people had been killed in the area where we had stood.
I have a vague memory of the bus trip home, but little else.
The follow up was interesting. My gabardine raincoat disappeared; dad had burn it, I later learned because it was too badly blood stained. I was told that I had been “buried” under three others, all trying to protect me, one apparently had lost his arm, but I could never confirm it.
Although, as I said earlier, I had no recollection of sounds, for the next eight or nine years I could only sleep at night with the bed clothes wrapped tightly around my fist, and clamped against my ear. This disappeared without me even realising it. In the past few months I have realised that this was a form of Post-traumatic stress disorder.
This video gives a good idea of what I have written of above, however I’m sure reactions would be quite different today www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqnkn57Pf7M
More details can be found here en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1952_Farnborough_Airshow_DH.110_crash
Advent 13 (Dec. 11th) Luke 3: back to verse 15: “As the people were filled with expectation, and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he might be the Messiah….” This is the annual season when children, especially, are filled with expectation. And for a two year old, it doesn’t take much to create expectation. Even a paper Advent calendar (Eric Carle) with a door to open each day, and not even any chocolate inside….does it. As she does each day, tonight Kajsa pointed to the next day’s door (#12), saying, “Now!” I wish I could recapture such expectation—and much more so—during this season, for the right reasons. As much as I love Advent, I’ve also lost something.. I know what’s inside door #12, and door #24, and door #25. I know the end of the story. So how does one regain that sense of expectation as the people listening to John must have had, waiting for their Messiah? Can I regain that as I daily receive this same Messiah in my life?
This was the night that war broke out.
I went for a walk along the promenade in Carmel to photograph the moon but instead took photos of the people out taking in the warm night air. There was a stillness about the night that was unusual in this busy area, a sense of expectation, a city holding its breath. Overhead, too high to hear, the lights of Israeli jets headed north.
The first rockets landed about 1/2 km from here only 24 hrs later, and I headed back to Scotland......
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One of my Dad's rosebushes barely had any buds on it on Friday, but by Monday the flowers were out and there a lots of buds. This is from Friday...what color do you think the flower will be? Have a great Wednesday.