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I am back in Wales where we met up with my (nearly long-lost) cousin, Mark for a family holiday.
posting for Happy Fence Friday!
WAH are visiting the 1950s today which is really apt. This a picture of my grandparents with my mother and brother, taken in 1953 in Wales on holiday.
I have pulled the very old albums out in order to scan them in for a newly found relative.
My grandfather had 2 brothers. One was stationed in Germany after the war and during that time had a german girlfriend. He returned to England leaving behind his girlfriend, not knowing she was pregnant and she never told him.
The baby, who was born in 1946, only recently found out that the man married to his mother is not his real father – it came out by accident, and his mother then told him the full story.
He eventually tracked one of the family down and then found his way to my mother and our family. And guess who has all the old pictures of relatives he never knew he had?
So he is my mothers cousin and he would have been 7 years old at time this picture was taken; my mum is about 10 in this pic.
this kind of meets the week 33 theme - Pandora's box.
Looking over the deep valley before me took me back to ancient times how civilizations dominate the piece of blue planet, and then are lost forever. With vista of more then 60 KM in front of me, of place which was once, and still called as; Throne of Hazar (Takht-e-Hazara), I traveled in time and cultures which are long lost.
This history of this place goes back to Stone Age. When the first time this place was named as ;Aroosa, from which the word Vrash is driven. In Mahabharata it is named as Uraga that means; Lake. The known history tells us about the Persian Empire, which was amalgamated into Tavila until Alexander the Great got the control and handed over it to Raja Ambhi. After that it was called as Abhisara. Who was followed by Asoka and Sirkap. Who was then defeated by Raja Rasalu capturing the area from Swat to Attock.
Then come Chinese pilgrim when it was part of Kashmir and ruled by Darlbha Vardana. The history continues as Mahmood of Ghazni defeated Turk Shahi & Hindu Shahi dynasty. Followed by Pathans and then Tughlaq dynasty leading to region came under the Afghan.
This is why this place has always been a shine in so many civilizations. The blend of cultures created many tribes along its way, who are still practicing their life of ancient times, which include Gujjars, Swati, Awan, Kashmiri, Mughal and Quarish. The most important among these is still the Gujars tribe, who are famous for their unique culture and lifestyle.
The word Gujjar is driven from a Sanskrit word Gorjar that means brave. There are various theories about the origin of the Gujjars. According to Mahabharatha the Gujjars came with the Aryans from outside. Gujars, Gujjar, gurjar or gorjara are the members of the many groups, or casts of the subcontinent, many inhabiting Punjab, Jammu and Kashmir, and Gujrat, with some groups in Rajastan and Haryana. Gujjars belong to the Kshatriya and Brahmin casts.
The Gujars were designated by the British as a Martial Race. Martial race was a designation created by the British Raj to describe races that were thought to be naturally warlike and aggressive in battle, and possessing qualities like courage, loyalty, self-sufficiency, physical strength, discipline and tenacity.
i hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since April.
Oh!!! My heart!!!!
He is very skinny, but looks pretty darn good. I started him off with salmon. :-)
HERE'S MEATIE'S STORY
lovemeow.com/2010/05/from-fear-to-trust-story-of-a-feral-...
sometimes my macro lens tells me to throw random things together and take a picture... sometimes it kinda even makes sense. :)
The "star" of this photo (hur hur) is that Candy Stripper hair clip that I used to wear almost every day... until I thought I had lost it. I am SO frigging happy to have found it again. I will be more careful where I put it this time. I have two other's, but my teal star was just my favorite thing ever.
They came as the freebie from the December 2005 issue of Zipper magazine (UKI [from SHAKALABBITS] was on the cover and had an amazing several page photo spread)
The background is a notebook, and was also a magazine freebie (either from Zipper or CUTiE) but I can't remember which, I'll have to go look at my covers again... if anyone is seriously that curious about it? lol
Should anyone recognize this photo please take the time to contact me here at flickr. She was a dear friend of my dad's during WWII, don't really know where in England this was taken.
Quiconque devrait reconnaître cette photo svp veuillez prendre le temps de me contacter ici à flickr. Elle était un grand ami de mon père pendant la DEUXIÈME GUERRE MONDIALE, ne savons pas vraiment où en Angleterre. Cela a été pris.
Sollte jemand erkennen dieses Foto bitte nehmen Sie sich die Zeit und kontaktieren Sie mich hier bei Flickr. Sie war ein guter Freund von meinem Vater während des Zweiten Weltkriegs, die nicht wirklich wissen, wo in England diese getroffen wurde.
A welcome holiday. So far I have:
- cleaned the bathroom
- cleaned the bedroom
- catalogued 81 books on librarything
- sorted out the hall cupboard
- thrown out five scruffy handbags, each one black leather with multiple pockets and long straps
- thrown out countless screws, nails, empty plastic boxes, bags and other assorted rubbish
- found the pump so we can blow up the football again
- found a longlost postcard of a painting by Mario Avati in a broken picture frame (I have been trying to remember his name for weeks)
- found my precious antique cheese dish, relegated to the nether regions of the cupboard by my husband (without being washed!)
- wrapped up in protective plastic sheets my antique piano candlesticks, brass door knocker, Moroccan glass lamp, marble eggs and all the other things I'm keeping for when we have space to display them all
- had lunch: seedy bread, côtes du rhône, salted butter from Brittany and goat's cheese (here in my re-found cheese dish). My husband does not approve of butter with cheese but as this particular cheese is very plastery, he forgave me.
Half an afternoon left, I'm going outside to read in the sun.
Shopaholic & Sister by Sophie Kinsella
Becky thought being married to Luke Brandon would be one big Tiffany box of happiness. But to be honest, it’s not quite as dreamy as she’d hoped.
The trouble started on honeymoon, when she told Luke the tiniest little fib, about the teeniest little purchase. Now she’s on a strict budget, she doesn't have a job - and worst of all her beloved Suze has a new best friend. then she receives some incredible news. She has a long-lost sister.
Becky has never been more excited. Finally, a real sister! They’ll have so much in common! They can go shopping together ... choose shoes together …have manicures together…
Until she meets her – and gets the shock of her life. It can't be true. Surely Becky Bloomwood’s long-lost sister can’t … hate shopping?
WHO: Sindy, 1979 vintage, born London
WHERE: Clara's Spa. What a darling Clara was, she owned the most divine spa in the mountains with pure glacial water, known to refresh those parts other spas just could not reach! INcluding melted joints and such like! Clara had given the sisters the run of the place for the weekend plus a few days, and they'd all have a massive reunion when the week was up!
WHY: reunion with her longlost twin sister, who had just recently moved from the US to Oz, via a strange service called eeebay.
Yes, tragically they had an evil stepmother who separated them at birth, or rather at boxing. This was Marx, as their true Mum was called Pedigree.
'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?'
'Why both of you, my dear. Sweet Sindy, you have faired well these past 30 years and kept on playing and keeping busy. Newer Marx Sindy, you poor child were kept tied up in a deteriorating yellow box, causing your joints to all melt and fuse. So, in all fairness, you are *both* the fairest of them all!
I can't wait to meet my long-lost half bro in Atlanta this summer.
From what I've heard from my sis, he sounds like a pretty awesome&fun guy(:
So excited!
postscript.
-So I finally got a decent shot(: yay, and i don't look so sickly anymore. and my eyes are open! but too bad it's not exactly SOOC. oh well.
"The Battle of Anghiari" by Leonardo Da Vinci 1503
This is a pencil drawing, from a copy of Leonard Da Vinci’s Long Lost “Battle of Anghiari”
This is Lazy Daisy cake. It's the first cake I was allowed to make on my own, after I'd mastered chocolate chip cookies, cowboy cookies (a chocolate chip/oatmeal cookie), and one-bowl brownies.
I came across a longlost recipe for it yesterday morning while browsing through an ever-growing stack of cookbooks and thought it would be a good dessert for Sunday night. It was! Just as I remember it... not-too-sweet, but buttery and coconuttery... (don't think that's a word).
Plated on vintage 1956 Fire King azurite saucer in "Charm" pattern.
This is me and my cousin, Angel. Haven't see this little girl since she was about 9 and I was 20ish. I'm 50 now so it has been a LONG time. Oh how I love her!
From the 1893 PHILADELPHIA BLUE BOOK. The architect was J. D. Allen of 1017 Chestnut. The theater's dates are 1893-1935 (Irvin Glazer, p. 82). The site is now a parking lot.
this is my very cool Uncle Iain, he moved to Canada 44 years ago so i never really got to know him but on our last visit home to Scotland his pipe band where over from Canada to compete in the World Pipe Band Championships. i think they did great and came sixth in there division. So we got to spend the week with him and it was awesome. it was amazing to get to know him and he was so photogenic and actually asked me to take his picture with my fisheye and ring light!!! and i'm glad he did. i laugh when i see this because he would have cheese almost everyday for breakfast and cat thinks he looks like Wallis from Wallis and Gromit in this shot tehehe
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel
underneath
innocent and sweet ...
Yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
all rolled into one
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your health, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
and I'm going to extremes
tomorrow I will change
and today won't mean a thing
Just when you think you've got me figured out
the season's already changing
I think it's cool you do what you do
and don't try to save me
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
when you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numbed, I'm revived
can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way
(Lyrics - Meredith Brooks)