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(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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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
Mended Heart - Burned, Stapled and Healed (2022). From the Guarded / Mended Heart Sculpture series. This one has now been sold off my my Etsy.
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!
I think that's her boyfriend in the background, swimming away with another woman. The silent scream of this heartbroken fish will echo throughout the ages.
For the 30 day creativity challenge theme “Heartsick”. Sharpie on copy paper with Worcestershire sauce.
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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
ProQuest document link
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
ProQuest document link
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
Okay, so I don't think you can see the heart on a normal chest x-ray and the x-ray itself isn't accurate. And also my facial expression is kinda funny. LOL
It's a pre-valentine's special, y'all. For the singles.
Oooh, so if anyone asks, I INTENTIONALLY DISLOCATED THE HEART.
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
Street Fashion Shoot
Binondo, Manila
August 19, 2012
(With Mitzi Paniel, Ann Mateo, Roe Empleo and Mervin Manalo)
[Jemal Oumar] Mohamed Vall Ould Khalifa says he lost everything when he fled the violence in Libya.
محمد فال ولد الخليفة يقول إنه خسر كل شيء عندما فرّ من أعمال العنف في ليبيا.
[Jemal Oumar] Mohamed Vall Ould Khalifa explique avoir tout perdu lorsqu'il a fui les violences en Libye.
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Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Being heartbroken ain't easy in this selfish, hateful and uninterested society. The girls from the flats shout down how much they love this...What you want me to sing you a ballad?
This is Tommy. Heartbroken after the loss of his wife almost a year ago to the day, Tommy is still adjusting to the single life. The scruffy beard and unkempt hair have evolved as his inner-hippie re-emerges after almost 30 years.
Cropped a little tighter than I like but I was trying to eliminate some of the background issues.
Carl's Jr. Cool combos for kids meals - Speak Squirter - From The Tick animation series. PULL SQUEAKS TAIL TO FILL WITH WATER, PUSH TO SQUIRT - 1 OF 4 WATER SQUIRTING TOYS INCLUDED IN CARL'S JR. COOL COMBOS FOR KIDS MEALS IN 1997. THE BAG THE MEALS CAME IN FEATURED THE TICK AND ARTHUR ON THE FRONT AND A GAME ON THE BACK. THE ANSWERS TO THE BACK. Speak is The Tick's pet capybara on the Tick animated series. The Tick found him in the jungles of Mexico after he bumped his head, which made him hallucinate the animal speaking. He thought it was a dog until he took it to the veterinarian, who told him it was in actuality a capybara. The Tick was initially heartbroken at this, but eventually came to accept Speak's "alternative lifestyle" (as he called it in one episode). As the Capybara is the largest living species of rodent, the Tick once affectionately referred to him as "the world's biggest rat." Speak became the focus of several peculiar ideas for the Tick who still believed the animal could speak and that he was even exceptionally intelligent.
In his own right Speak's appearance was unusual for a capybara in that he appeared to lack any kind of neck and his head was much larger in comparison to his body than is true for a capybara. Although described as "moist" he was rarely seen in the water, but this likely came from the constraints of living in the characters' apartment. Unrelated to his "capybara-ness" he also had a kind of eczema and a runny nose.
Speak generally lived in the cupboard beneath the sink in Arthur's kitchen. He appears to have been completely terrified of the Tick. The Tick was, of course, completely oblivious to this.
I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer- all beauty and truth
In the morning I fled- left a note and it read:
"Someday you will be loved." ♥
Shots inspired by the song Someday You Will Be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie ♥
All photos are completely unedited! :D
Some moments are so difficult that I stop for a second and cry. It's a form of mindfulness, I'm sure.
You know those late text messages you get from that one special person who broke your heart? Yeah, well, they hurt as hell don't they?
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I feel like someone has ripped out my insides and left me hollow. I've never felt so empty in my life. I couldn't move at all yesterday except when my mom dragged me to the movies in an attempt to cheer me up. It didn't. I ended up crying during the stupid Twilight trailer & then at the end of the movie (the movie being The Ugly Truth) Everything reminds me of him. I can't sleep and I can't eat. I choke when I try to drink water. People aren't exaggerating when they say heartbreak hurts. I thought I was heartbroken before but nothing compares to this feeling right now.
Excuse the puffy facial features & lack of makeup & lack of matching clothes that aren't bummy. I just couldn't bother myself to look pretty.
First, I want to thank you for your continuous support of my photography and prayers for me. Second, I want to apologize for not being active on flickr recently. I’ve barely had 2-3hrs of sleep a day for the last week and a half.
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Last night before I went to sleep I was very depressed and heartbroken so I decided to pray. I didn’t know what to say so I just said what was on my heart, “Lord Jesus, speak to me, comfort me, say anything, I just want to hear a word from you. I don’t understand what happened or why it happened. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know the Father, but you said you and the Father are one. I trusted in the Father, I prayed and waited patiently. I just feel like I don’t know what I believe in. I feel like all decisions I’ve made before thinking I was obeying God, I was trusting Him, I had heard Him, were things of my imagination. I know you, when I read the Bible I can relate to you, I can feel you. Just give me a small glimpse of hope.”
I laid down on my bed and opened my Bible and somehow I ended at the crucifixion. I read it but I froze at the verse, “And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?’ (which means ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’).” (Mark 15:34) I cried when I thought about the loneliness our Lord must have experienced, the rejection, the pain, the uncertainly, but most of all the separation from the Father. Our Lord knew why He had to go to the cross, yet in His darkest hour He asked, “Why?” I wondered if we have the right to ask why. Our Lord is perfect and just and did not deserve death, so He had the right to ask, “Why?” But what right do I, a sinful imperfect human, to ask and question God?
‘‘Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” were the words I needed to carry me through the day. But when I came home today I finally knelt on the floor and broke into tears. For the past two weeks I’ve been trying hard to be strong, and to stay focused since I had 4 tests in 5 days with the last test being today. I cried and cried and my tears fell between my hands. Sometimes our most sincere prayer is a simple, “Why?” I believe a sincere “why” is more honourable than a distant and cold praise.
I took this photo for all those who cry “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” because of their hearts desire to follow Him. After all, our Lord was on the cross because He obeyed the Father.
(Toronto, ON; winter 2010.)
The winter of 2005-2006 was the darkest of my life. I was 19 years old at the time, withdrawn from college, working my first full-time job in retail, and in an extremely unhealthy relationship. I was isolated from my friends and family. I felt completely alone, unseen, and unloved. I didn’t know how to get myself out of that state of mind or being. On a dark night in January 2006, heartbroken and helpless, I sat on the floor of my bedroom trying to convince myself to commit suicide. I don’t remember the day because a lot of that time is a blur. But I remember that night clearly. I remember the way my body felt. It was hollow, aching, and exhausted. Tears poured from my eyes and onto the carpet. I was telling myself over and over that no one loved me, that I was worthless, and that the world would be better off without me. My saving grace that night was that I didn’t want to really die, but I just didn’t want to live the way I had been. I may have hurt myself deeply that night, but I thank that young version of myself for staying in the fight. It would take another year before I got any relief from my pain, a beautiful 2 year respite, and then the inevitable resurfacing of patterns and habits in 2009 that had gone unhealed.
Despite all of that, she is the version of myself I am most grateful for. She decided to stop digging the hole she had been digging her whole life, to say there must be something other then this hole, and she looked up. She saw light. It might have been the tiniest speck of light really far away, but it was better than the endless darkness beneath her feet. She started to climb. She would slip and fall back into the hole, over and over, and she would cry. She would look up and say it’s impossible. But the ever present darkness surrounding her would make her start climbing again anyway, despite the seemingly impossible task ahead. She closed her eyes and asked for help. She didn’t know who she was asking, or if she were praying or begging, but she put her heart out there. And then a root appeared right when she needed it to, offering her a safe place to grab hold of so she wouldn’t fall back to the bottom. She never fell back to the bottom again, but the top was still so far away. The climb was the hardest thing she had ever done, but over time she came upon more roots that would help guide her to the top. The more she climbed, the stronger she became. She began learning to maneuver the vertical climb, adapting her body and mind to the struggle. More roots were presenting themselves the higher she climbed, some were so long she was able to lean on them when she needed to rest. She began to enjoy the struggle. The light continued to grow brighter. The impossible suddenly became possible. She climbed faster, harder, and more determined than ever. Until one day, she reached the top. She closed her eyes and began to cry as the light engulfed her. Now the hole was just a little dark speck on the ground that she had the freedom to walk away from. In order for her to make it to the top, she needed to make the decision to climb. If the roots hadn’t been there for her, she may never have made it. The roots had been there all along, she just needed to reach out for them. Once she began to walk away from the hole, she came upon a mountain. The mountain stands so tall she cannot see the top. She considered all the effort she just put into climbing out of the hole. She knew no one would fault her if she decided she had gone far enough and chose to just stay put. But she had witnessed the impossible become a reality of her own creation. She may have been covered in dirt, but she was stronger than ever. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that her life’s work would be to get as far up that mountain as possible. So she began to climb again.
I use this metaphor often to describe the 3 paths every human being always has the option of taking: digging themselves into a hole, staying unmoving where they are, or climbing to new heights. This paints a picture of the last ten years of my life. I was born in a hole my parents had created in their own lives, and all I knew was how to dig. The light was possibility. The roots were the people I have mentioned in this project, along with so many more. I needed help, people offered it, and I accepted it. What I am grateful for most in regards to myself is that I listened to these people. When they extended a hand, I took hold. They could have offered their help, advice, experiences, and friendship and I could have turned it away. I could have ignored what they were offering because I was too stuck in my dark story. I could have continued to believe the life I wanted was impossible. But I didn’t. I needed to find the will to live within myself, but I also needed to find those that could help guide me through unknown territory. I could not have made it to the top without them, and I could not have made it to the top without being me.
Now, let me really introduce myself. My name is Nikki Lanoue, and I am the happiest person I know. Every moment of every day I’m alive I design in a way to enhance my existence. I love who I am. I love how I spend my time. I love my body and what it does for me. I love my mind and what it’s capable of. I love my friends, as they are all the most amazing, loving people I’ve ever met. I love my family and accept everyone for exactly as they are. I exchange my time for money in ways that help make people feel better physically, mentally, emotionally, and/or spiritually. I take care of myself by eating well, exercising/moving daily, receiving bodywork, spending time with friends/family, spending time alone, meditating, and holding myself accountable to stay in the light. I travel the world. I’m self-employed. Anything that makes me feel uncomfortable, I lean into it instead of fleeing from it. Anything that challenges me, I embrace as something that will help me grow stronger. I learn from my mistakes, my experiences, other people, and books. I am honest. I have integrity. I am loyal and responsible. Who I am on the inside is exactly who I project to the outside world.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to every single person who has had a positive impact in my life. I am here because you took the extra step, because you cared. In honor of all that these people have done for me, I will forever share my story and experiences in the hopes that I can have the same impact on someone else the way these people have had such a profound impact on me. I now risk being seen as the person that might be a little over the top, that might share too much, that might go on rants about the amazing aspects of life she has experienced. I will forever share the books I read, or give shout outs to those I love on social media. I will continue to make an effort to touch the hearts of others in a way mine has been touched.
I love myself. In the truest, deepest way I’ve ever experienced love. No one on the Earth will ever know me as well as I know myself, or love me as much as I love myself, because I am the only person that is with me every single moment of my existence. This is what I hope to inspire in others. How can anyone learn to speak the language of love if they’ve never heard it spoken before? We need each other to thrive as a tribe, but being the person you want to be and having the life you want can only come from within. When we want to see change in our lives and in the world, we must first change ourselves.
I was given the seed of change 10 years ago. I have grown into a brilliant tree that will continue to reach for the light as long as I live. My roots will continue to grow firmly into the ground so that others may have something to grab hold of when they need it. I will continue to drop fruits from my branches in hopes that new seeds of change will grow. My tree stands amongst a forest of other amazing trees. In this forest, all are encouraged to climb.
This was taken the last time I was down the shore (or, as they say, DTS), which was only just about a month ago perhaps. This was at Point Pleasant, which is now, like much of our beautiful shoreline, destroyed. I spent two days with Reena, pictured here, doing a whirlwind tour of the shore points in that area: Atlantic City, Seaside Heights, Point Pleasant, Asbury Park. I am so glad I went because its all gone now. We are absolutely heartbroken. But we are also from New Jersey and we WILL survive and bounce back.
I live up north in Bergen County which is one to two hours from those shore points. We're not as destroyed as those areas are, but I won't lie...it has been very rough. This is truly unprecedented for us. Many have no power still, myself included. Right now they are saying it could be Nov 9 before we have power. But who knows? I will say the utility workers are working AROUND THE CLOCK to get us up and running again. And they've come from all over the country to do so. I am uploading and typing this from my iPhone. This phone is the ONLY thing keeping me sane. I am so thankful for it! That and Facebook! Lifesavers! That's my only means of getting information. And that had been the most frustrating part. Everything you all have been seeing in the news, we have not. I just want to see the news!! It's very cold and we have no heat. Can't blow dry my hair, which for me is kind of torture. Lol. Keeping the phone charged has been challenging. Using the car. But also discovered one of our malls has power and that's where everyone has been going to charge their devices. I've been there twice. It's so weird to see everyone sitting on the floor plugged into the floor outlets where the kiosks usually plug in, every few feet. Lol. And it's not very comfortable (unless you're lucky enough to get a spot where there's a couch/chair which I was able to do later in the evening). I was there 3.5 hours the other night with 2 laptops and my cell. Laptops never got fully charged ( they're just for backup battery power for the phones anyway). But now gasoline is almost non-existent so i don't know if I'll be going back to the mall. Need to conserve gas.
School was cancelled this whole week. There's a rumor we won't be going back till Nov 12!!! I would be surprised if we didn't go back this coming Monday but it all depends on power and road blockages. I hope the gas situation improves. Once my tank is empty, I won't be able to get to work. But we're all in the same boat. And we're the lucky ones!!!
Fridge has to be cleaned out now. Getting more groceries and ice is not so easy but not impossible. It's amazing...traffic is bumper to bumper everywhere but nothing is open. Everyone is out searching for what might be open. Some things are. Honestly, it's almost apocalyptic. It's very surreal. Right now we've got the candles burning and the only sound is the hum of people's generators...those who are lucky enough to have them. My parents have a small one and my father was able to borrow another from my aunt and uncle Upstate who have power. (That's how far he had to go to get gas.). we will likely benefit from that tomorrow, so that's something to look forward to! We ll be sharing it with my other uncle.
Another silver lining is that this storm did not produce a lot of rain and so we didn't have the kind of flooding we had during Irene. Some nearby did (from the storm surge), but not in our town.
It's going to be a long haul for us. I can't put into words how broken hearted I am about our beautiful shoreline. You've seen the pictures I posted this past summer you know how special it is to me. That's our childhood memories swept out to sea. This past summer the Jersey Shore gave me some beautiful photographs, sunsets, sunrises, relaxing hours. I took Cape May's "diamonds" and pebbles for posterity. The beach gave me solace when my heart was broken. I feel the need to give back. I want to be down there picking up the pieces, but I can't sacrifice the gas and need to take care of things up here at home. Not to mention, I need to be home for when school starts. If I find a way to volunteer I will. But if any if you find it in your hearts (and are able), a donation to the Red Cross to restore our shore would be much appreciated. Keep us in your thoughts and send positive energy. Please leave comments because I need things to keep me occupied while the power is out!!! Lol. I may or may not be able to respond, however. Sorry if there were any typos in this...I typed it all on my iPhone. I hope it uploads after all that typing! Lol
Thank you from this broken hearted Jersey Girl.
This little boy is the son of my friend Marie and her husband Greg. Brayden fell from a 2nd story window, suffering a fractured skull and severe bleeding into the brain. He was declared brain dead on the 11th. You can visit their family website by clicking on the link at the end of his obituary. Please remember to keep them in your prayers. Thank you.
Brayden Gregory ALEXANDER Forever in our Hearts (Obituary from the Newspaper)
Little Brayden Alexander left us to live with the Lord Jesus Christ on November 11, 2007. Born at Ballard Swedish Hospital in Seattle on March 9 th, 2005, Brayden lived in the Juanita Beach area of Kirkland, WA. He was almost 3 years old. His final moments were spent surrounded by the love of his friends and family.
Although his time here with us was far too short, Brayden spent every moment enjoying life as a happy, loving child who charmed everyone who met him with his bright smile. A very smart boy, Brayden always surprised people with how well he could talk at his age. He loved trips to the beach, riding his bike, rollerblading inside, playing hide & seek, the game Candyland, playing dress up, flying his airplane with his daddy, playing on the computer and cooking & cleaning with mommy.
His favorite TV shows were Caillou, Barney, Arthur, Dora the Explorer, Dragon Tails and Sesame Street and he loved watching the movies Winnie the Pooh, Shrek, Flushed Away and Cars.
A good little helper, Brayden loved giving bottles to his cousins and helping to take care of other little friends. Even in his passing Brayden was able to help other children in need. Brayden gave the precious gift to life as an organ donor, allowing other children a second chance at life.
Brayden is survived by his mom and dad, Greg and Marie Alexander, and their loving family and friends. Although he left them long before his time, they are comforted to know he is safe in the arms of his Father in Heaven.
Although he will be missed everyday, he will forever remain in our hearts.
A Memorial Service will be held Saturday November 17th, 2007 at 10:00am at Floral Hills Funeral Home & Cemetery at 409 Filbert Rd. in Lynnwood, with a reception immediately following at 12:30 at New Beginnings Church located at 21705 58th Ave W. in Mountlake Terrace. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in the name of Brayden Alexander at any Washington Mutual Bank. You can visit Brayden in memory at www.gminteractive.com/alexander.
Published in print on 11/16/2007.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
The Red Thread of Fate comes from Asian myth. The story goes that the gods would tie a red thread around the ankle or little finger of individuals destined to fall in love or help each other sometime in their life.
I was first introduced to this waaaaaaay back in 8th grade while watching the anime Tenchi Muyo. I'm not sure why the idea popped into my head for this, but Natalie and I had a pretty good time making a mess with tons and tons of red thread. During our fun, Natalie struck this lovely pose and we ran with it! I figure there are many types of love and we are connected to many people through those types of love, thus oodles of red thread. However, I wanted a sad heartbroken feel (very unnatural for Natalie, lol).
While I like this image (and am pretty stoked at the Pre-Raphaelite-esque editing!!) I've been feeling some artists block lately. However, I feel like the best way to get out of a rut is to keep creating, so I'm creating and posting!!! :D