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Chewing to Chew
(Poor Mulberry Plant)
Good thing my friend's husband didn't see this happen. . . or maybe he did. I don't know what exactly happened, but he is making sure to get rid of the puppy ASAP. My friend is truly heartbroken as she loves this puppy. It's tearing her apart. Makes me sad. Those of you who know me well. . . well, you know that I can't stand by and do nothing when it comes to the critters in my life. Looks like we will have a new foster in the house. BTW, did I not marry just the most marvelous man? We'll have to decide what to call the boy. . . I'm hoping Kevin will come up with a suitable name. For some reason I think it should be a short--no more than one or two syllables--masculine name. Remember, he's going to be a big boy! I figure we'll know the name when we hear it. . .
Life is about to change. . . I've already scoured lost/missing postings. Nothing. I'll keep looking through those things. If nothing, then it's time to contact friends and relatives. This boy is not going to a stranger. I can't explain it, but I just don't feel right listing him the way I do the cats. The right place will materialize, I trust and pray. The ones I worry about are Ariel and MoMo. Ariel does not welcome strangers into her domain. Remember, she fancies herself as the Queen. And MoMo has been making social progress by leaps and bounds. . . the other day he came over and joined Raven on the couch next to me. He had to wriggle in between Raven and the arm rest. Then, after a while, he rolled over and put his front leg across Raven. They truly cuddled for a while. . . too beautiful to see, and I did not want to reach over them to grab the camera. I think he would have startled. So I sat and watched and smiled.
While it may be truly hard on Ariel and MoMo, poor dear felines, I suspect this will be a wonderful opportunity to work on socialization and recall with Bogart. Remember, this puppy already is reliable off-leash! Hope he teaches Bogart a thing or two. . .
Wow. Am I ready for this?
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"That Tree" by the lake, in Newstead Abbey Park. Irretrieveably damaged by gale-force winds over Christmas. It now seems that the whole tree may have to come down.
This was found hanging on a parking sign on the street. I hope the young lady it belonged to finally found it - I'd have been heartbroken if I lost that.
Just received notice that my girl Affie elephant, died suddenly at the zoo yesterday.
I cannot even think straight right now.........
Christy elephant will be lost without Affie.
PLEASE,
N-O
I-N-V-I-T-E-S
Here is the news story
'Well-loved' Brookfield Zoo elephant dies
May 15, 2009 10:51 PM
Affie, a female African elephant about to turn 40 years old and to be feted at her annual birthday party on June 13, died Friday afternoon after Brookfield Zoo keepers arriving in the morning found her lying on her side, unable to stand.
Though the sixth-oldest African elephant in any accredited American zoo and considered geriatric by elephant standards, Affie's sudden, still undiagnosed death was a surprise to zoo officials, said Kim Smith, the zoo's vice president of animal care.
"At 4 a.m. today," said a zoo statement released late Friday afternoon, "the night zookeeper checked on both of the zoo's African elephants, Affie and Christy, and they were both fine."
After finding her on her side at 8 a.m., keepers could not get the 10,400-pound Affie back on her feet, Smith said, and she died about 2 p.m.
Zoo veterinarians performed a necropsy after she died to try to determine the cause of death, but it could take days or weeks for the result of those tests to be reported.
"She was a well-loved animal," said Smith. "Hundreds of people would come to her birthday party to sing to her every year. We always had a special cake for her made from her favorite fruits and vegetables, using carrots as the candles, which she would very carefully pick off, one by one, and eat them."
She said a 2004 scientific study found the average life expectancy for female African elephants in North American zoos to be 33 years, similar to the life expectancy of wild elephants.
The kitten looks great tonight! :)
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Absolutely heartbroken that I can't find out anything about Cleaties Bowser, a coal minor who was arrested for adultry (sic and sic).
The misspellings on the card might make you assume that his name is misspelled, too, but it isn't. The only trace of him I could find was on the 1940 census, where his name is spelled just like that.
She thought she is lost, heartbroken, but she found the the waterfall among the nature, She realized that there is a sound, and it is a story, story of life, she listen to it, carefully,
Then, she understood,
Life is a waterfall,
When it faces more and more obstacles,
Sometimes, it becomes more beauty and stronger...
Set of tiny bacteria on the agar medium make this meaningful art.
This here is an update.
Something I do not do anymore, because I do not feel close to many people on here(which makes my heart ache a little).
However, there's a pretty massive change happening in my life right now, and I found the only way I can cope, and deal with the changes is to document them. I've recently become very heartbroken with thoughts of who I used to be, especially looking through the older pictures on my stream. I made the mistake of comparing myself to that girl and it's been a real mind fuck the past few days-trying to ground myself has been anything but easy. I do not have the time, nor the energy for hating myself anymore-for the things I am, the things I'm not, the things I was-because there are more lives at stake now. More happiness at stake.
I have a beautiful vintage camera my partner of now a year and half got me for my 22nd birthday. I'm hoping to slowly reveal the insane and at times beautiful things that will shift the next several months, and I guess years.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Mended Heart - Burned, Stapled and Healed (2022). From the Guarded / Mended Heart Sculpture series. This one has now been sold off my my Etsy.
I'm heartbroken as I write this. Our beloved lab Emmet unexpectedly died tonight after 10 years of bringing joy to our lives.
We raised him from the time he was eight weeks old. He was a remarkable dog. The original plan was for him to be a service dog for Helping Paws, but after he completed the training, it was decided to not place him as a service dog for several reasons that I won't detail here right now. The good part of that decision was that he was permanently placed with us.
Emmet was one of the sweetest dogs you'd ever meet. He greeted everyone with a wagging tail. He was quick with his kisses and he overflowed with enthusiasm for everything. He brought more humor and joy to our lives than I can even coherently express right now. My wife and I will miss him greatly.
The only consolation about losing him tonight was that his last day on Earth was the kind of day that was his favorite. We spent the day at the farm and he got to play frisbee for hours, play in his kiddie pool (the one pictured here), play with other farm animals, and run around like a nut. We lost him to a relatively common problem in dogs, a malady called GDV (Gastric Dialation and Volvulus). In layman's terms, he twisted his stomach, cutting off vital blood flow to his stomach and probably his intestines and other internal organs. It all happened fast and we were too far from an emergency vet who could perform the surgery needed to be able to save him. We had another vet help us put him to sleep while we held him in our arms.
I put together a collage of photos from his life. It is incomplete right now, and I hope to put up more over the next few days. You can see the set by clicking here.
I'm trying to shake up my illustration work a little more, experimenting and such, which may just mean Photoshop files that have like fifteen layers.
James Tarrington 7 - 82
Lillie Tarrington 17 - 3127
Pension to Widows of Fallen Soldiers
Family tale ended unhappily Widow was forced to give up children
Author: Patricia Orwen TORONTO STAR
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Abstract (Abstract): Photo SOLDIER'S WIDOW AND FAMILY WHO ARE PENSIONLESS A soldier's widow, Mrs. [Lily Tarrington], and eight of her nine children. Her husband, Pte. [James Tarrington], was gassed at the front, and died in Grace Hospital on April 20th, after a few days' illness. He was discharged in Oct., 1916, without a pension. Efforts are being made to obtain a pension for the heartbroken widow, and it is stated that his death is the result of being gassed. From left to right in the picture are: Mrs. Tarrington and baby, one year old, Jim 13 years, [Jim, Willie] 12, Ivy 9, Edward 8, Lily 6, [Edward, Lillian, Helen] 5, and Florence 4. Lydia, the eldest daughter, is 17 years of age.
Full text: Whatever happened to the widow Lily Tarrington and her nine children? Back in May, 1918, The Star ran a photo of the Tarringtons and told the story of how the fatherless family with eight children under 13 years of age was destitute. James Tarrington had died a month earlier of pneumonia, but had been in ill health since being gassed while fighting in the trenches overseas. The mother had applied for a government pension based on Tarrington's war service, but had been refused. What was to become of them now? As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently reprinted that photo, adding that it wasn't known what happened to the family - Lydia, Jim, Willie, Ivy, Edward, Lillian, Helen, Florence and Fred. Two of the Tarrington children in the picture spotted the old photo and called us. "I don't even remember that picture being taken, but there I am with mother and the rest . . . it certainly brings back a lot of old feelings," recalls Lillian, who was 6 years old when the picture was taken in front of their rented house on Laughton Ave. "She was a very loving mother, took wonderful care of us," recalled Ted. "I remember she was always working, always doing something for us. We didn't have much, but we were always well dressed, always well cared for." The tale the family tells of what happened after this group picture was taken, however, is a sad one. Although The Star and the West Toronto branch of the Great War Veterans Association appealed to the government to reconsider a pension for the family, it was to no avail. The newspaper launched a public appeal to help pay the cost of her husband's funeral, but the family's day-to-day living expenses were another matter. The mother soon found she couldn't earn enough to keep the family together. In an interview with Lily Tarrington on Dec. 30, 1918, she explained her plight to a Star reporter. "Since my husband died in April last, I have worked in munitions. I took an afternoon shift, which enabled me to get up early and look after my house and prepare a good hot meal for the kiddies. During the summer and fall I did not have the fires or lights to worry about in case of fire as I was always back in time in the evening to get them supper and put them to bed. Then I made $24 a week, but since the signing of the armistice I have been forced to secure a position in a flour mill where I put in from 7:30 a.m. till 5:30 p.m. for $12 a week. This is not only insufficient for me to feed and dress a family of nine, but it is not safe to leave all those little ones in care of my little girl nine years of age for that length of time." The woman had little choice but to separate her large family. The Star story then went on to describe how the widow brought out a picture of her "happy little family of a year ago and gazed on it with hungry eyes," as she told how she had just returned from the country where she had taken the Star Santa Claus stocking to her little girls Lily, aged 7 and Helen, aged 5. "I have not signed any papers to give them away legally and I am hoping these people will keep them for me until I can bring them all together again. It is hard, though, as it changes the children, for my little girls looked so
hard at me when I left them. They don't understand it is for their own good." Sadly, Mrs. Tarrington was never able to reunite her family. Shortly after this interview, she sent Ivy, then 9, and the 1-year- old baby, Fred, to stay with other families. In the spring or summer of 1919, she began to grow weak. Then on the evening of Sept., 4, 1919, just 17 months after the death of her husband, Lily Tarrington died. She was 38. The Star's final story about her, which ran on Sept. 6, explained how "she gradually became worse and shortly before her death expressed the desire to see her children and the ladies who had befriended her by relieving her of the care of four of her younger little ones . . ." With her death, the remaining five children were separated, except for Isabel, then 4, and Willie, 12, who both lived with a family named Beggs in Paisley, near Walkerton. Lillian and Ted didn't meet again until January, 1933, when the birth of Ted's baby girl, Joyce, hit the front page of The Star as the New Year's baby. "We are deeply grateful to The Star for what it did for the family back when Mrs. Tarrington was alive and for getting us back together later on," says Ted's wife, Dorothy Tarrington, 80. "It was Lillian's adoptive mother, Mrs. Brown in Woodbridge, who saw The Star story about Joyce being the New Year's baby," Dorothy recalls. "She said to Lillian, 'That's your brother.' And they came right down to the hospital to meet us." After that, Mrs. Brown, Dorothy and the two siblings tracked down the rest of the family, except for the eldest girl, Lydia, who had married and left home around the time of her father's death. Mrs. Tarrington is buried in Prospect Cemetery on St. Clair Ave., near her husband, in an unmarked grave. The Star, Dorothy says, helped pay for her funeral, but the family couldn't afford a gravestone. "We're hoping to go out there in the spring, maybe get a headstone," Dorothy says. "She was a brave woman who loved her children . . . she deserves to be remembered." Illustration Caption: Photo SOLDIER'S WIDOW AND FAMILY WHO ARE PENSIONLESS A soldier's widow, Mrs. Lily Tarrington, and eight of her nine children. Her husband, Pte. James Tarrington, was gassed at the front, and died in Grace Hospital on April 20th, after a few days' illness. He was discharged in Oct., 1916, without a pension. Efforts are being made to obtain a pension for the heartbroken widow, and it is stated that his death is the result of being gassed. From left to right in the picture are: Mrs. Tarrington and baby, one year old, Jim 13 years, Willie 12, Ivy 9, Edward 8, Lily 6, Helen 5, and Florence 4. Lydia, the eldest daughter, is 17 years of age.
People: Tarrington, Lily Jim, Willie Edward, Lillian, Helen Tarrington, Dorothy
Publication title: Toronto Star
Pages: A2
Number of pages: 0
Publication year: 1992
Publication date: Mar 8, 1992
Year: 1992
Section: NEWS
Publisher: Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited
Place of publication: Toronto, Ont.
Country of publication: Canada
Publication subject: General Interest Periodicals--Canada
ISSN: 03190781
Source type: Newspapers
Language of publication: English
Document type: NEWSPAPER
ProQuest document ID: 436582967
Document URL: search.proquest.com.ezproxy.torontopubliclibrary.ca/docvi...
Copyright: Copyright 1992 Toronto Star, All Rights Reserved.
Last updated: 2010-06-29
Database: Canadian Major Dailies
Reader offers gravestone for late widow
Author: Patricia Orwen Toronto Star
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Abstract (Abstract): The family was so destitute that Tarrington was forced, temporarily she hoped, to give up four of her offspring. She took a factory job working from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Before she could reunite the family, however, she became ill and died. As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently retold this sad tale, adding interviews with two of the four Tarrington children who are still alive. Edward Tarrington, who was 8 years old when his mother died, and his wife [Dorothy Tarrington], told of [Lily Tarrington]'s courage and said they hoped to get together with the other remaining family members this spring and put a headstone on their mother's grave.
Full text: It's been 73 years since the widow Lily Tarrington succumbed to typhoid and was buried in an unmarked grave in Prospect Cemetery. It's too late to change the tragic events that led to her death, but thanks to a Star reader, Tarrington's resting place will finally be marked. In the year prior to her death, The Star ran numerous stories of this woman's struggle to raise her nine children, eight of whom were under 13 years of age. Their father, James Tarrington, died in April, 1918, of pneumonia, but had been ill since he was gassed while fighting in the trenches overseas during World War I. The mother applied for a government pension based on his war service, but was refused. The family was so destitute that Tarrington was forced, temporarily she hoped, to give up four of her offspring. She took a factory job working from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Before she could reunite the family, however, she became ill and died. As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently retold this sad tale, adding interviews with two of the four Tarrington children who are still alive. Edward Tarrington, who was 8 years old when his mother died, and his wife Dorothy, told of Lily's courage and said they hoped to get together with the other remaining family members this spring and put a headstone on their mother's grave. After Stephen Wai, a 52-year-old Scarborough sales manager, read the story, he contacted The Star and offered to give the family a small black granite headstone which someone had given him two years ago. "We are just so grateful that someone would do this," said Dorothy Tarrington, who is 81. "We're just so grateful that we're speechless . . . it really is wonderful that after all these years her courage isn't forgotten." "I think she was a woman who had a lot of courage," said Wai, adding that he sympathizes with the family's plight because of his own family's difficulties when they lived in Hong Kong during World War II. "There were six kids in our family," he said. "But it was very hard . . . and we had both our parents." Tarrington, he said, should have been given a government pension.
People: Tarrington, Lily
Publication title: Toronto Star
Pages: A4
Number of pages: 0
Publication year: 1992
Publication date: Mar 10, 1992
Year: 1992
Section: NEWS
Publisher: Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited
Place of publication: Toronto, Ont.
Country of publication: Canada
Publication subject: General Interest Periodicals--Canada
ISSN: 03190781
Source type: Newspapers
Language of publication: English
Document type: NEWSPAPER
ProQuest document ID: 436606571
Document URL: search.proquest.com.ezproxy.torontopubliclibrary.ca/docvi...
Copyright: Copyright 1992 Toronto Star, All Rights Reserved.
Last updated: 2010-06-29
Database: Canadian Major Dailies
"Ain't we all the stars playing the leading part in our own soap opera?" Brandy Clark belts out that question to kick off Big Day in a Small Town, positing the premise of not just the opening track ("Soap Opera"), but all 10 songs that follow it. The towns that anchor Clark's new album may be small enough to warrant only a single blinking light, but the lives lived in them are anything but... and neither are the hopes and dreams that rise from their backroads and bedrooms.
When you grow up in a small town, oftentimes, your dreams are all you have. Whether it's to become a football star or a father, a homecoming queen or a hairdresser, your dreams might be the only thing that keep you going. For Clark, the dream she harbored in her small hometown of Morton, Washington, was to be a country singer. Sure, once she moved to Nashville, she had successful cuts as a songwriter [The Band Perry's "Better Dig Two," Miranda Lambert's "Mama's Broken Heart," and Kacey Musgraves' "Follow Your Arrow" which won the CMA Song of the Year Award in 2014], but being an artist in her own right was a dream she had stopped dreaming until two years ago when her first album, the stunning 12 Stories, debuted.
At the time, it was a passion project, more than anything... a passion project that went on to become a Grammy- and CMA-nominated release that topped a myriad of "Best Albums of 2013" lists; earn her opening slots on tours with Eric Church, Jennifer Nettles, and Alan Jackson; land her performances onThe Ellen DeGeneres Show , Good Morning America, The Late Show with David Letterman, and a much-talked about collaboration with Dwight Yoakam on the 2015 GRAMMY Awards in recognition of her nomination in the all-genre Best New Artist category; and win her a Warner Bros. Records deal. Now, as she gears up for her sophomore set, the alternately feisty and poignant Big Day in a Small Town, Clark has much higher hopes.
"When I made 12 Stories, I think my dreams were a lot more realistic, in that I didn't expect a lot to happen... then it did," she says. "This time, my dreams are very much what they were when I was going to Vince Gill and Patty Loveless concerts and decided I was going to move to Nashville. Right now, my dreams are as big as when I was naïve enough to really dream them."
Produced by Jay Joyce [Little Big Town, Eric Church], Big Day in a Small Town tells the stories of the football star, the father, the homecoming queen, and the hairdresser because those are the stories and people that Clark grew up knowing. "All these songs, there's some little truth in them, somewhere, that resonates with me or that is about me," she confesses. Explaining the genesis of "Soap Opera," she offers. "When I would get worried about what people thought of me or what was going on with me, my mom would always say, 'You know, we're all the star of our daytime drama. We're just bit players in someone else's. Nobody cares that much about what's going on with you. They'll only care until there's something juicier going on with somebody else two weeks later.'"
But Clark cares enough about all of these characters to tell their stories: the aging beauty of "Homecoming Queen" who wonders what happened to the life she always wanted... the tempted exes of "You Can Come Over" who do all they can to not get burned by the flame that flickers between them... the heartbroken heroine of "Daughter" who wishes a bit of karmic justice on her ex in the form of a daughter who's "just as sweet as she is hot"... the defiant wild child of "Girl Next Door" who refuses to fit her lover's misguided notion of womanhood.
"'Homecoming Queen' is really real for me — I know that girl. 'You Can Come Over' is very real for me and 'Daughter' and 'Soap Opera'..." Clark's voice trails off as she thinks about the tales she tells. What about "Drinkin' Smokin' Cheatin'" with its pondering of ways to navigate the sometimes rocky waters of a relationship? Game plan? Wish list? "That's a total daydream," she says with a laugh. "I think we all have that daydream."
One of the most heartfelt moments on Big Day in a Small Townis the one that closes it, "Since You've Gone to Heaven." The song addresses the aftermath of losing someone close to you and it's one that Clark has wanted — and attempted — to write for years. "My dad was killed in a work accident the July before 9/11," she says. "When all that 9/11 stuff was going on and everyone was glued to the TV ... I thought right then, 'Since you've gone to heaven, the whole world has gone to hell.' But I sat on it for years and years because it seemed so bleak." As with all of Clark's compositions, there's some truth in it, just not necessarily the whole truth. "It's definitely not the story of my family in that song. I'll stress that," she says. "But I do think, a lot of times, when somebody dies, it blows things apart more than it brings things together."
While the lyrical themes echo those of 12 Stories, Clark pushed her vocal and musical boundaries on Big Day in a Small Town. Instead of building the songs from a simple guitar/vocal performance, Joyce brought the players in for five days of rehearsals before tracking live with the band. "A lot of those rehearsals became what the record was," Clark says, explaining that the recorded version of "You Can Come Over" includes her one-take, scratch vocal. "I wanted to fix a few things, but Jay wouldn't let me because he felt like it would lose emotion. He's about the heart of music. He's not about making it perfect."
"He is out to serve the artist and the song," she adds. Throughout the process, Joyce insisted that this be a "Brandy Clark record" not a "Jay Joyce record" because she was the one who would be performing it night-after-night even as he moved on to his next project. "If I didn't like something, he'd be the first person to change it. I think this project means nearly as much to him as it does to me."
Though Neil Young's Harvest was the only musical reference point the two discussed before heading into Neon Cross Studios, Clark and Joyce each brought their influences along — including Clark's long-standing love of classic country and Joyce's well-documented affinity for edgier rock. "He and I definitely come from different places, musically, which I think is probably good," she offers. "On 'Daughter,' he started to play an organ part and I said, 'That sounds like [Patsy Cline's] "Back in Baby's Arms."' He said, 'What's that?' He didn't know it."
Along with Sturgill Simpson, Ashley Monroe, Chris Stapleton, and Kacey Musgraves (who provides guest vocals on "Daughter"), Clark is part of a new vanguard in country music — one that tips a hat to tradition, while not eschewing its evolution. "I see what's happening right now and I feel this groundswell of people who love... I would say 'country' music, but I'll take it a step further and say 'real' music. I feel like there are people who are starved for that," she says. "The only music I've ever made is country music. The only music I've ever really listened to consistently is country music. And I want to keep that alive, so there's a responsibility in that, for me."
But, for Brandy Clark, that responsibility is a dream come true. 4/15/16
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to break down and cry in the shower because you broke my heart. So bye. I guess...
My Darling Wife Louise RIP. on the 20th January 2015 we was told my Wife Louise had two days to live she fought a strong brave battle getting over meningitis in 2011 this devastated her body and her major organs she needed major support for her Heart Kidneys in ICU She spent weeks in ICU on full life support Then HDU she was classed as needing critical care for 52 days over the years her condition deteriorated including needing some amputation, January 2015 in hospital Doctors found her Kidneys had virtually stopped Working there was nothing they could do two days to live. i brought Louise home in the Evening of January 20th 2015. me and the family was with her when she passed away on the morning of January 22nd 2015, we've been together over 40 yrs since we was kids at school aged 11 my childhood sweetheart, im in pieces at losing Louise, she has left behind me 3 Daughters and 9 Grandchildren, RIP Sweetie all my Love. Chris
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This an older photo from my beach vacation!!! its one of my wonderful brother's and his name would be keegan...... Flickr people meet Keegan, Keegan meet Flickr people ;)
view on black
and i was tagged by the ridiculously amazingly awesome Sarah
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
single and proud to be
What if I told you that you were pretty?
i would say thank-yousss and maybe write you a card...... no just-kidding i wouldn't give you a card ;)
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
ART CAMP!!! HALLELUJIAH! im soo excited
Do you want to be single?
it would be nice to have a boyfriend but its not on the top of my priority list, plus I try to live my life DRAMA FREE
Have you pretended to like someone?
actually i did once..... and it was pointless
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
not really...
What would you name your future daughter?
margaret, grace, noa
one of those I just think they are really pretty names :)
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
yes, I'm like a mime. I can put on whatever expression even if im feeling something totally different....... sometimes it sucks to do that
Are you listening to music right now?
sadly no, my momma and i are watching the olympics so no music while its on
How is your heart lately?
pretty-darn good as I can tell
*goes and finds stethoscope*
yeah its fine
Are you wearing socks?
HAVE YOU EVER VISITED CHARLESTON?! you don't wear socks till the beginning of December!
What do people call you?
cars, cartman (not a favorite), cowgirl, carlos, carl
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
no, but i would be nice if it happened
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
the other day..... i live with 5 males excluding the dog and guinea pig
Do you get stressed out easily?
yessss.... depending
hmmmm
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
ma soccer buddies, and fb chat w/ one my best -friend
What is on your wrists right now?
freckles..... and skin cells
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
HOT CHOCOLATE ALL THE WAY!
Are you a good artist?
not necessarily in photography but I like to think im not a bad painter
and I can draw a pretty mean hedgehog ;)
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
it was cold and I had school work due..... no i don't miss it
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
no im terrified of talking on the phone...... im not sure if thats a real phobia but if it is I have it
Do you use chap stick?
who doesn't?
oh right those lucky people who always have perfectly moisturized lips
..... yeah thats not me
Do you have a little sister?
i have 4 brothers and none of them are feminine at all.... so no i don't
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
yes yes yes
What were you doing at midnight last night?
watching the olympics
GO USA
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
what is this?!! ONLINE DATING..... haha yeahhh soo what was the question
Will next Friday be a good one?
hopefully, but only a fortune cookie will tell ;D
tagged a few people but if you read this consider yourself tagged! IF YOU READ ALL OF MY RANDOM BABBLING YOU ARE SERIOUSLY AMAZING!
ETREME CLOSEUP!! AlexIII's turn for portraits - Dollmore Cold Heartbroken Kara Klum, made slightly different by me XD
only slightly.
James Tarrington 7 - 82
Lillie Tarrington 17 - 3127
Pension to Widows of Fallen Soldiers
Family tale ended unhappily Widow was forced to give up children
Author: Patricia Orwen TORONTO STAR
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Abstract (Abstract): Photo SOLDIER'S WIDOW AND FAMILY WHO ARE PENSIONLESS A soldier's widow, Mrs. [Lily Tarrington], and eight of her nine children. Her husband, Pte. [James Tarrington], was gassed at the front, and died in Grace Hospital on April 20th, after a few days' illness. He was discharged in Oct., 1916, without a pension. Efforts are being made to obtain a pension for the heartbroken widow, and it is stated that his death is the result of being gassed. From left to right in the picture are: Mrs. Tarrington and baby, one year old, Jim 13 years, [Jim, Willie] 12, Ivy 9, Edward 8, Lily 6, [Edward, Lillian, Helen] 5, and Florence 4. Lydia, the eldest daughter, is 17 years of age.
Full text: Whatever happened to the widow Lily Tarrington and her nine children? Back in May, 1918, The Star ran a photo of the Tarringtons and told the story of how the fatherless family with eight children under 13 years of age was destitute. James Tarrington had died a month earlier of pneumonia, but had been in ill health since being gassed while fighting in the trenches overseas. The mother had applied for a government pension based on Tarrington's war service, but had been refused. What was to become of them now? As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently reprinted that photo, adding that it wasn't known what happened to the family - Lydia, Jim, Willie, Ivy, Edward, Lillian, Helen, Florence and Fred. Two of the Tarrington children in the picture spotted the old photo and called us. "I don't even remember that picture being taken, but there I am with mother and the rest . . . it certainly brings back a lot of old feelings," recalls Lillian, who was 6 years old when the picture was taken in front of their rented house on Laughton Ave. "She was a very loving mother, took wonderful care of us," recalled Ted. "I remember she was always working, always doing something for us. We didn't have much, but we were always well dressed, always well cared for." The tale the family tells of what happened after this group picture was taken, however, is a sad one. Although The Star and the West Toronto branch of the Great War Veterans Association appealed to the government to reconsider a pension for the family, it was to no avail. The newspaper launched a public appeal to help pay the cost of her husband's funeral, but the family's day-to-day living expenses were another matter. The mother soon found she couldn't earn enough to keep the family together. In an interview with Lily Tarrington on Dec. 30, 1918, she explained her plight to a Star reporter. "Since my husband died in April last, I have worked in munitions. I took an afternoon shift, which enabled me to get up early and look after my house and prepare a good hot meal for the kiddies. During the summer and fall I did not have the fires or lights to worry about in case of fire as I was always back in time in the evening to get them supper and put them to bed. Then I made $24 a week, but since the signing of the armistice I have been forced to secure a position in a flour mill where I put in from 7:30 a.m. till 5:30 p.m. for $12 a week. This is not only insufficient for me to feed and dress a family of nine, but it is not safe to leave all those little ones in care of my little girl nine years of age for that length of time." The woman had little choice but to separate her large family. The Star story then went on to describe how the widow brought out a picture of her "happy little family of a year ago and gazed on it with hungry eyes," as she told how she had just returned from the country where she had taken the Star Santa Claus stocking to her little girls Lily, aged 7 and Helen, aged 5. "I have not signed any papers to give them away legally and I am hoping these people will keep them for me until I can bring them all together again. It is hard, though, as it changes the children, for my little girls looked so
hard at me when I left them. They don't understand it is for their own good." Sadly, Mrs. Tarrington was never able to reunite her family. Shortly after this interview, she sent Ivy, then 9, and the 1-year- old baby, Fred, to stay with other families. In the spring or summer of 1919, she began to grow weak. Then on the evening of Sept., 4, 1919, just 17 months after the death of her husband, Lily Tarrington died. She was 38. The Star's final story about her, which ran on Sept. 6, explained how "she gradually became worse and shortly before her death expressed the desire to see her children and the ladies who had befriended her by relieving her of the care of four of her younger little ones . . ." With her death, the remaining five children were separated, except for Isabel, then 4, and Willie, 12, who both lived with a family named Beggs in Paisley, near Walkerton. Lillian and Ted didn't meet again until January, 1933, when the birth of Ted's baby girl, Joyce, hit the front page of The Star as the New Year's baby. "We are deeply grateful to The Star for what it did for the family back when Mrs. Tarrington was alive and for getting us back together later on," says Ted's wife, Dorothy Tarrington, 80. "It was Lillian's adoptive mother, Mrs. Brown in Woodbridge, who saw The Star story about Joyce being the New Year's baby," Dorothy recalls. "She said to Lillian, 'That's your brother.' And they came right down to the hospital to meet us." After that, Mrs. Brown, Dorothy and the two siblings tracked down the rest of the family, except for the eldest girl, Lydia, who had married and left home around the time of her father's death. Mrs. Tarrington is buried in Prospect Cemetery on St. Clair Ave., near her husband, in an unmarked grave. The Star, Dorothy says, helped pay for her funeral, but the family couldn't afford a gravestone. "We're hoping to go out there in the spring, maybe get a headstone," Dorothy says. "She was a brave woman who loved her children . . . she deserves to be remembered." Illustration Caption: Photo SOLDIER'S WIDOW AND FAMILY WHO ARE PENSIONLESS A soldier's widow, Mrs. Lily Tarrington, and eight of her nine children. Her husband, Pte. James Tarrington, was gassed at the front, and died in Grace Hospital on April 20th, after a few days' illness. He was discharged in Oct., 1916, without a pension. Efforts are being made to obtain a pension for the heartbroken widow, and it is stated that his death is the result of being gassed. From left to right in the picture are: Mrs. Tarrington and baby, one year old, Jim 13 years, Willie 12, Ivy 9, Edward 8, Lily 6, Helen 5, and Florence 4. Lydia, the eldest daughter, is 17 years of age.
People: Tarrington, Lily Jim, Willie Edward, Lillian, Helen Tarrington, Dorothy
Publication title: Toronto Star
Pages: A2
Number of pages: 0
Publication year: 1992
Publication date: Mar 8, 1992
Year: 1992
Section: NEWS
Publisher: Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited
Place of publication: Toronto, Ont.
Country of publication: Canada
Publication subject: General Interest Periodicals--Canada
ISSN: 03190781
Source type: Newspapers
Language of publication: English
Document type: NEWSPAPER
ProQuest document ID: 436582967
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Copyright: Copyright 1992 Toronto Star, All Rights Reserved.
Last updated: 2010-06-29
Database: Canadian Major Dailies
Reader offers gravestone for late widow
Author: Patricia Orwen Toronto Star
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Abstract (Abstract): The family was so destitute that Tarrington was forced, temporarily she hoped, to give up four of her offspring. She took a factory job working from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Before she could reunite the family, however, she became ill and died. As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently retold this sad tale, adding interviews with two of the four Tarrington children who are still alive. Edward Tarrington, who was 8 years old when his mother died, and his wife [Dorothy Tarrington], told of [Lily Tarrington]'s courage and said they hoped to get together with the other remaining family members this spring and put a headstone on their mother's grave.
Full text: It's been 73 years since the widow Lily Tarrington succumbed to typhoid and was buried in an unmarked grave in Prospect Cemetery. It's too late to change the tragic events that led to her death, but thanks to a Star reader, Tarrington's resting place will finally be marked. In the year prior to her death, The Star ran numerous stories of this woman's struggle to raise her nine children, eight of whom were under 13 years of age. Their father, James Tarrington, died in April, 1918, of pneumonia, but had been ill since he was gassed while fighting in the trenches overseas during World War I. The mother applied for a government pension based on his war service, but was refused. The family was so destitute that Tarrington was forced, temporarily she hoped, to give up four of her offspring. She took a factory job working from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Before she could reunite the family, however, she became ill and died. As part of our 100th birthday celebration we recently retold this sad tale, adding interviews with two of the four Tarrington children who are still alive. Edward Tarrington, who was 8 years old when his mother died, and his wife Dorothy, told of Lily's courage and said they hoped to get together with the other remaining family members this spring and put a headstone on their mother's grave. After Stephen Wai, a 52-year-old Scarborough sales manager, read the story, he contacted The Star and offered to give the family a small black granite headstone which someone had given him two years ago. "We are just so grateful that someone would do this," said Dorothy Tarrington, who is 81. "We're just so grateful that we're speechless . . . it really is wonderful that after all these years her courage isn't forgotten." "I think she was a woman who had a lot of courage," said Wai, adding that he sympathizes with the family's plight because of his own family's difficulties when they lived in Hong Kong during World War II. "There were six kids in our family," he said. "But it was very hard . . . and we had both our parents." Tarrington, he said, should have been given a government pension.
People: Tarrington, Lily
Publication title: Toronto Star
Pages: A4
Number of pages: 0
Publication year: 1992
Publication date: Mar 10, 1992
Year: 1992
Section: NEWS
Publisher: Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited
Place of publication: Toronto, Ont.
Country of publication: Canada
Publication subject: General Interest Periodicals--Canada
ISSN: 03190781
Source type: Newspapers
Language of publication: English
Document type: NEWSPAPER
ProQuest document ID: 436606571
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Copyright: Copyright 1992 Toronto Star, All Rights Reserved.
Last updated: 2010-06-29
Database: Canadian Major Dailies
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