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All Saints at Thurcaston is a mainly 14th century building with alterations made in the 15th century, from which period dates most of the fine collection of fragments of medieval glass deposited in the central light of the east window. Some of these ancient elements of glass are more complete, including heads, angels, roundels and a donor figure.
The church consists of a nave, chancel and west tower, along with a north aisle running almost the full length of the building. The interior preserves a more unspoilt, ancient atmosphere as it has not been too heavily affected by later restoration. There is an ancient wooden screen in the north aisle, originally the rood screen and one of the earliest surviving in the country (alas I failed to realise this at the time so do not have detailed shots of it). The nave roof is supported on some amusing medieval carved head corbels.
www.thurcastoncropstonhistory.org.uk/all-saints-church/
The church is well worth a visit but sadly kept locked outside of services so a phonecall may be necessary to see inside.
Mum opening presents and cards, receiving lots of phonecalls, other residents singing Happy Birthday and of course the obligatory trip to Carindale shopping centre for coffee and bits and bobs for tea and the family BBQ tomorrow.
Christ Church at Catshill is largely the work of Harvey Eginton dating from 1838, though the chancel was rebuilt and enlarged in 1887. The soft red sandstone has weathered badly in places, making the church appear far older than it actually is.
The interior is fairly austere but contains some good glass, including a wonderful Arts & Crafts St Christopher window by Karl Parsons (one of my all time favourite glass artists) in the south chapel, where the adjoining window is toned with beautiful blue glass and the ceiling gilded (though hard to see in the low lighting).
The church is normally kept locked without keyholder information, so I am hugely indebted to the delightful lady who so willingly opened up for us following my phonecall.
For more details see below:-
www.worcesteranddudleyhistoricchurches.org.uk/index.php?p...
Most people make the mistake of putting their screens too high above eye level. When seated, your eyes are supposed to be looking straight ahead to the BOTTOM THIRD of the screen. To accomplish that, I built this low-profile shelving unit to house the electronics. Side view from right-to-left has one of the Sony 5.1 speakers, and a MultiTech USB voice/faxmodem. This gives amazing pop-up caller ID on the MCE screen. The caller ID is via a program called Tapirex which displays the name and photo of the caller, in addition to speaking their name through the livingroom speakers! I have the computer-synthesized voice programmed to say silly phrases such as "Heavens to mergatroid! John Smith is calling again. Please answer the phonecall from John Smith"
Some phonecall doodles that I had fun coloring. Bill asked me if I'd ever done any images that didn't have full linework, so I took it as a challenge.
Very very tired today! My new computer has been delayed so I'm still not able to do a lengthy update alas, but hopefully it will arrive either Saturday or Monday and all will be well! General themes of today have been vegan cake, too many phonecalls, not as much sunshine as yesterday, general feelings of positivity.
A wonderful old church well worth exploring but little visited on the edge of suburban Rugby, but as it's normally kept locked I timed my visit close to a sunday evening service to get in. Very friendly people, but alas little time to get decent photos, though they seemed happy to open up for me if I wanted to return. I've known the church for years having grown up in the area but only been inside a few times years ago, when it used to be more accessible. It was one of the first ancient churches I ever experienced and left a lasting impression.
Despite serving what is now a large suburb of Rugby the church retains a country feel, being cut off from the town by the main line between Birmingham and London, meaning it is completely invsible from Hillmorton itself. Normal approach is thus bizarrely through a tunnel under the railway line that leads to the churchyard!
It's a mainly 13th/14th century building, the west tower is of a rich red sandstone whist the body of the building has been patched up at various dates giving it an attractive unrestored patina. Inside is equally unspoilt, retaining a late Georgian feel with it's furnishings, Royal Arms and whitewashed walls (though oddly just chancel and south aisle have been scraped). Victorian glass is confined to 2 south aisle windows (including one strange piecemeal affair) the main east window with it's intersecting tracery is left plain.
The main items of interest here are the monuments, three medieval tombs and an elegant brass of a lady. Of the effigies the best is the early 14th century lady in the south aisle with wimple and canopy over her head. The nearby knight is more damaged whilst the 13th century priest under an arch in the north aisle (almost hidden behind benches) is badly mutilated.
All in all well worth a look, but unless you're lucky with timing will probably require a phonecall to open up, unfortunately there are no keyholder details.
I've come across many different telecommunications adverts during this photo project and generally the calls to countries being advertised reflect the ethnic makeup of the surrounding area. The Chinese Supermarket in Sunderland for example was advertising calls to India and Eastern Europe.
Who is the guard here ;-) Marforio started his statue live at the forum of Augustus and was recycled as overseer of the courtyard fountain of the Palazzo Nouvo of the Musei Capitolini.
"Kommt alle mal her," sagt Ken, "ich habe eine wunderbare Nachricht für euch."
Eigentlich wollte Diana gerade erzählen, was Angie gesagt hat. Sie haben gerade miteinander telefoniert. Das Allerneueste. Aber natürlich lässt sie den Vater zuerst reden.
"Ich habe gerade mit Michaela telefoniert, wie es denn zuhause geht. Sie hat eine wundervolle Neuigkeit: Der Gómez ist in Spanien Muslim geworden! Er hat die Shahada in der Moschee in Toledo abgelegt.
Mashaallah!
Alhamdulillah!
Was sagt ihr dazu?"
"Mashaallah! Das ist schön!" sagt Barbara.
"Wo sind die jetzt?" fragt Shirley. "Bleiben sie in Spanien? Und was macht Francie?"
"Nein, sie sind wieder zurück." sagt Ken. "Der Gómez muss ja morgen in die Schule."
"Papa! Du vergisst das Wichtigste!" wirft Diana ein. "Oder hat dir Michaela das nicht gesagt? Ich hab grad mit Angie geredet - die beiden haben geheiratet. GEHEIRATET!!!
Ohne uns, ganz heimlich in Spanien!"
"Wie, der Gómez hat Francie geheiratet?! Ich dachte, der flirtet mit Elly!" sagt Barbara.
"Krass!" sagt Shirley. "Und gibt's dann demnächst bei uns noch eine Hochzeitsfeier?"
"Langsam, langsam, Kinder!" sagt Ken. "Francie und der Gómez haben in Toledo geheiratet. Nikah. Sie wollen nicht in Sünde zusammen sein.
Ich hab mit Francie noch nicht gesprochen, aber Michaela sagt, Francie schwärmt, sie wären füreinander geschaffen. Bei einem so harten Einsatz wie den Aufräumarbeiten in Valencia lernt man einen Menschen kennen.
Der Gómez scheint es ernst zu meinen, sonst wäre er nicht konvertiert.
Und sie haben in Spanien geheiratet, weil nochmal so eine große und teure Hochzeit wie die von Steffi und Jafar wollen sie nicht. Francie hat Michaela vorgerechnet, die hat satte 18.000 Euro gekostet - ups, das hab ja noch nicht mal ich gewusst, Eva kümmert sich um die Finanzen - also, wenn wir unser Geld loswerden wollen, dann sollen wir nach Spanien für die Flutopfer spenden.
Außerdem, ihr kennt ja Francie, sie hasst jedes Remmidemmi."
"Und was sagt jetzt Elly dazu?" fragt Barbara.
"Nichts. Was soll sie sagen. Herzlichen Glückwunsch. Ich glaub, Barbara, da interpretierst du was rein. Elly hat den Gómez auf den Golfplatz eingeladen. Das war's."
"Puh, noch ne Hochzeit." sagt Diana. "Das muss ich erstmal verdauen."
"Komm her, meine rote Zora!", sagt Ken und nimmt sie in den Arm. Das tut gut, so hat der Papa sie schon seit Ewigkeiten nicht mehr genannt. Diana denkt an Kindertage...
Aber Francie...
Sie schüttelt den Kopf.
All Saints at Thurcaston is a mainly 14th century building with alterations made in the 15th century, from which period dates most of the fine collection of fragments of medieval glass deposited in the central light of the east window. Some of these ancient elements of glass are more complete, including heads, angels, roundels and a donor figure.
The church consists of a nave, chancel and west tower, along with a north aisle running almost the full length of the building. The interior preserves a more unspoilt, ancient atmosphere as it has not been too heavily affected by later restoration. There is an ancient wooden screen in the north aisle, originally the rood screen and one of the earliest surviving in the country (alas I failed to realise this at the time so do not have detailed shots of it). The nave roof is supported on some amusing medieval carved head corbels.
www.thurcastoncropstonhistory.org.uk/all-saints-church/
The church is well worth a visit but sadly kept locked outside of services so a phonecall may be necessary to see inside.
On Christmas Day, my son Drew and I were thrilled to get a call in the afternoon from my son John, who is stationed in Iraq! You can tell that Drew is intently listening to his "little brother" John, and quite happy too. Drew is wearing the OIF desert camoflague hat he just received from John for Christmas. Later on Christmas , Drew wore his new t-shirt with the reflective Air Force logo on the back and showed off the Air Force bear wearing desert fatigues. We miss John and look forward to his next calls, perhaps when he leaves Iraq in January for his next assignment.
MJ is booking @ the Astoria again! She's starting up a weekly on Tuesdays called Peace in the Pit and the first show is Phonecalls//Nun Un//Hole in my head//Haiduc (Seattle) on Feb 22nd.
Óskar Bergsson, chairman of Reykjavik's city council on the phone, Reykjavik City Hall, Iceland.
- PAD X
Last year I had to wait for an appointment in a bookstore. I received a phonecall (shhht!), that I would have to wait so I grabbed a book that had the inviting title “Good in bed” and started reading. I already knew the author Jennifer Weiner from “In her shoes” which I liked a lot.
I was over page 100 when the person I was waiting for arrived, I put down the book and left it in the store ( I hide it).
The week after I came back to get the book, the story was nagging inside me, I wanted to know how it ends – but the book was gone. I looked everywhere for it but I couldn’t find it. Now, Italian book stores have a bookshelfing system I didn’t understand in 10 years. It’s divided by editors (sometimes) and then by genre and after that it’s in alphabetical order. More or less. Be sure, you’ll never find the book you’re looking for.
So I had to ask the shop assistant to help me out. Another thing I noticed in these bookshops is that not only they store books in incomprehensive order, but their personnel doesn’t read a lot. I don’t mind if you don’t know the obscure Dadaist Russian author, but the hotshot modern novelist every feuilleton (not referring to Weiner here) is talking about, you should.
I hate asking them for help. In addition to that, the title really hold me back. But then, what the hell, it’s just a chick novel that isn’t even talking about being good in bed, and nearly about nothing that you could bring in combination with a bed and I really wanted that book.
“Um.. I am looking for a book from Jennifer Weiner” (I hoped that was enough information to show the angle where they keep the Weiner books).
“What title?”
“Good in bed” (I admit, I was whispering)
“Sorry?”
“GOOD IN BED”
She looked up shocked.
“It’s a novel.” I was red in my face.
She looked it up in her computer and it was out. “We don’t hold this title.” “But you had it last week!” “Impossible.” And she gave me a go-away-weird-girl-look.
Oh yeah, fine! You’re not the only bookstore in the town, I’ll go somewhere else! Ha!
And so I did.
I went to my second favorite bookstore and again I had to ask for the title. Just, this time it was a guy at the help desk. This time it was even more awkward: “I am looking for a novel from Jennifer WEINER (type it in your pc pleeeease), which is called… (you won’t type until I say the title, won’t you?)… “Good in bed”.”
Very interested once over glance by the ponytail guy at the help desk. I wanted the earth to open under my feet. Or better his feet.
Unnecessary to say that they didn’t have to book either.
No book shop had the book, it was out of print. Great. Obviously the week before I had hold in my hand the last copy in Italy.
Last week, while I browsed my community library I found it. Hey ja – I will know how it ends!!
I put it in my travel bag for my trip to Germany and finished before the plane left. Wow.
When my BF saw the book lying around in the house he rose an eyebrow: "it's a manual?"
NOT AT ALL!
In English translation the caption on the billboard ("Schwatzen statt latzen") would be something like "Talking a lot instead of paying a lot". If you look at the image in its original size you will find out that the man on the balcony seems to be doing just that.
Date: 23rd May 2006
Steel Forge
Clock in: 6:58 a.m.
Clock out: 18:05 (the time in the clock above is of another day.)
Hours worked: 11:07
Home 18:30
Leave for Nottingham 18:34
Reach Nottingham 19:30
Finish at Nottingham 20:00
Reach Darren's house 21:00
Finish network installation at Darrens' 21:30
Home 21:55
Shower 21:56
Dinner 22:15
Dishes 22:25
Phonecall 22:35
This post 22:54
About the photo: For the first time in the 2 years that I have worked at the forge, I had to use clock cards to monitor how long I worked. This has something to do with the fact that I have the memory of a goldfish.
Amy hates her picture being taken, but whilst on a lunch date to Costa yesterday, she took a phonecall and I thought it the perfect opportunity! Love the way this turned out, and surprisingly, so does Amy!
Glasgow, 2012.
this was before the ceremony; we could hardly breathe we were so nervous!
(Everyone had been instructed to wear an item of red, green or cream, to celebrate the season ... you wouldn't believe the trauma this caused, the panicky shopping people did, and the confused phonecalls we got asking for advice ... we thought it was a simple request!)
from the back: Lucia, Celia, Katy, Cath, Andrew, Sam, Rosie, Andrew, Helen, Jane, Claire, Cathy, Angela, Julie; Anne, Steve, Mick, Liz, Mary, Kevin, Gary, Kim; Jo, me, Sam, Harbie - & somewhere was Sam's stepbrother Eric who is only 7 and should have been at the front!!
All Saints at Thurcaston is a mainly 14th century building with alterations made in the 15th century, from which period dates most of the fine collection of fragments of medieval glass deposited in the central light of the east window. Some of these ancient elements of glass are more complete, including heads, angels, roundels and a donor figure.
The church consists of a nave, chancel and west tower, along with a north aisle running almost the full length of the building. The interior preserves a more unspoilt, ancient atmosphere as it has not been too heavily affected by later restoration. There is an ancient wooden screen in the north aisle, originally the rood screen and one of the earliest surviving in the country (alas I failed to realise this at the time so do not have detailed shots of it). The nave roof is supported on some amusing medieval carved head corbels.
www.thurcastoncropstonhistory.org.uk/all-saints-church/
The church is well worth a visit but sadly kept locked outside of services so a phonecall may be necessary to see inside.
At dead of night, we were biking through my hometown. When I saw that beautiful, magical, perfect-lighted callbox I just had to stop and get my friend in and my camera out. It was fun, I'm glad and thankful she didn't mind being the one to suffer for my purposes...
The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the peaceful solitude. When a phone rang like that it could only be one thing: bad news!