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I am in love with this beautiful Toile fabric! I finally learned how to sew on a sewing machine and I LOVE it, it's my new favorite craft! Having SEW much fun making and embellishing things for our little Madelayne Elizabeth (Maddybeth) who will arrive in January!
Another strictly limited edition piece from one of our guys who handles the Mayfair beat.
Nice one Quentin UK! (as usual one of our reporters was first in and first out).
Dave, Prank Sky Media, Hackney, London
How to video
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Made from, cardboard, foam Crayola clay, tinfoil, paint, and an 8x10 photo
... and modesty are entwined"
I found this moving epitaph to 541 Private F.T.Lind in the Y Ravine Cemetery which is located within the Newfoundland Memorial Park at Beaumont-Hamel. Private Lind was one of over 700 Newfounlanders who were killed or wounded on the first day of the Battle of the Somme. Of the 778 Newfie soldiers who went into battle on 1st July only 68 could stand up to be counted on the 2nd.
However at the time I took this photograph I was completely unaware of the significance of Private Lind, apart from the fact that he was a little older than most of those who died that day. It was only just as I was about to upload this picture that I thought I would google the name F.T.Lind.
I then discovered that he had been given the nickname "Mayo" Lind and had his own entry in the Dictionary of Canadian Biography. This tells us that at the outbreak of the war Lind, a small town accountant, was considered to be over the prime age for recruits but he still went ahead and volunteered. Then during his time with the Newfoundland Regiment in Gallipoli and on the Western Front he sent a series of chatty, good humoured letters about his experiences to the St.John's Daily News. In one of these he complained about the quality of English tobacco and as a result the Imperial Tobacco Company of St.John's began to send a free supply of their "Mayo" brand of tobacco to the Newfoundland troops. Inevitably this became Lind's nickname.
After the war his letters were published postumously as "The Letters of Mayo Lind (1919)".
This is the last letter he wrote on 29th June 1916:
www.cdli.ca/cvwm/2742936nf02.html
For Lind's biography see:
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1 of 6 windows by A J Davies of the Bromsgrove Guild, 1916-25 (some designed by Lennox Bertram Lee, Lord of the Manor) - Nave north window, to memory of Lennox Cleland Lee Lee, killed in action Feb 1st 1915 : detail
There are two disabled parking spots and this car is taking the two other parking spots in the middle. Seriously, how hard is it to park this little car?
Tarn Hows, or The Tarns, is one of the most visited spots in Lakeland, and in high season can be literally packed with people. It is a beauty spot that must not be missed, yet is not entirely typical of the local landscape, for the tarn is partly artificial, being three tarns joined together in the 19th Century, and most of the trees surrounding it are conifers.
The attraction is its sheer beauty, surrounded by thick woodland, and views towards Wetherlam, the Helvellyn range and the Langdale Pikes.
There is a 1.5 mile path round the tarn that is level and well maintained and thus suitable for wheelchairs.
When the Tarns and its setting came up for sale in 1929, they were bought by Beatrix Potter who sold the half containing Tarn Hows to the National Trust, and bequeathed the rest of the estate to the Trust in her will.
Tarn Hows is an area of the Lake District National Park, containing a picturesque tarn, approximately 2 miles (3.2 km) northeast of Coniston and about 1.5 miles (2.4 km) northwest of Hawkshead. It is one of the most popular tourist destinations in the area with over half a million visitors per year in the 1970s and is managed by the National Trust.
The Tarn Hows area originally contained three much smaller tarns, Low Tarn, Middle Tarn and High Tarn.
Tarn Hows was designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest in 1965.
The National Trust have made a number of more recent changes to the area including moving the car parks to a less obtrusive place in the 1960s and general footpath and road improvements to minimize the damage caused by the visitors. In May 2008 a building designed to harmonise with the landscape was opened, providing toilets and an information display under a sedum green roof.
Taken from: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarn_Hows
Paper collage for Anatomical Heart trade at ATCsforall.com. There heart is a transparency layered over some patterned paper. Lots of layers of shimmery tissue paper, origami paper and vellum scraps. Sharpie poster paint pen, tiny metal heart brad, ink and some rub on words.
Already blind and now getting senile. She was ok at finding her way around by smell, but now she seems too confused to do that. She trapped herself in a corner of our bedroom last night at 3:30am. She looked like she was in bad shape, but we gave her water (using an eyedropper) and she's had a some food today (jarred baby food). She is moving about a bit more, although she peed on me and I had to carry her to use the litter box. She doesn't seem to be suffering. She isn't complaining. I don't know how long I should let her be like this, though.
(After some ups and downs and a gallant fight she died less than a week later, 10/13/08. She had probably had a mini-stroke, maybe due to high blood pressure caused by the declining kidneys.)
It's not how you relax but who you relax with that really counts! They are sound asleep. I was reading. Kita is very very long - here you can see he reaches from the tips of my toes to mid thighs. Also there is a glimpse of Taj's toe tufts on one of her hind feet.
How do I begin my day? Each morning my darling Alice (@aliwongsf), our gal Kaili 🐶 and I walk several blocks to the 29 Sunset #sfmuni bus stop. It is always a good walk as the three of us talk a little about the day before us. When I arrive at the stop, I have several options—as most #sanfranciscans know all lines lead inbound and endup somewhere around #sffidi. Today, I took the J Church #metro. Once I got on the metro, I dove right into a book. Currently I am half way through #anythingconsidered by #petermayle. While this is a piece of fiction, parts of it could easily have been my biography. Now I am at my desk and having black #coffee, fresh #oranges, and yesterday’s leftover grilled #chicken, and just noting to my colleagues a couple of passages I found interesting during today’s commute. This is how I like to begin my day—in a thoughful, pondering mode. Now onto writing about wines that my palate really got into recently. Happy Thursday! #reading #commuting (Photo by Wilfred Wong, October 19, 2017, San Francisco, CA)
How many Mourning Doves do you see. This is my favorite tree in my neighborhood because it is always full of Mourning Doves waiting for food. See my gallery at Zazzle
How was it possible for paul renner to draw these achingly beautiful futura capitals and ally them to this wart of a question mark?
1 of 6 windows by A J Davies of the Bromsgrove Guild, 1916-25 (some designed by Lennox Bertram Lee, Lord of the Manor) - Chancel south window
Furby has his with soldiers
Strobist:
Canon 580EX in softbox above left, fired by Canon ST-E2 wireless
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Now that I've told the narrative of of the Battle of Mill Springs, I'll go back and pick up some of the other pictures I took in and around the battlefield properties and the town of Nancy, KY.
Like, for instance, these headstones resting in the field near that monument to Confederate General Felix Zollicoffer. These don't mark anybody's actual grave, as most of the Confederates killed on this hilltop were tossed in a mass grave marked by a mound out of view to the left. That's the way these things tended to work. Survivors would bury everybody killed in a battle on site shortly after the fighting stopped. At some point within the next few years, the U.S. government would come and get the remains of the Union soldiers and move them to some honored place, sometimes a new national cemetery they'd establish within a few miles. The Confederates, meanwhile, would be left in whatever hole they'd been piled into, often without any marker at all to denote the location.
This is the kind of thing that stokes a lot of "damned Yankee" Lost Cause grumbling among Southerners, but I tend to think if you want a nice grave all to yourself with your name carved into your very own chunk of marble, then you shouldn't get yourself killed while committing acts of treason against the United States.
Both the Zollicoffer monument and the marker noting the location of the mass grave were added to this site in 1910, when this was all preserved as some local county park. The battlefield preservation association that used to run all this added these marble grave markers in 1997. There are 148 of them, each listing the name of some Confederate who died on this hill.
The text carved into the 1910 monument at the mass grave reads:
Beneath this mound rest in sleep that knows no waking more than one hundred Confederate soldiers from Tennessee, Mississippi, and Alabama who were killed in the Battle of Fishing Creek, Jan. 19, 1862. We know not who they were but the whole world knows what they were. These died far from their homes but they fill heroes graves and glory keeps ceaseless watch about their tomb.
Nobody can write purple prose the way a Lost Cause sympathizer could write it in 1910.
Also, they changed the name of this battle at some point. That monument is the only place I saw that called this the Battle of Fishing Creek.