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At the laundromat. Daily life #2. Congrats to ALN...who pegged these chairs from memory a coast away and 30 years later...cool. They are ubiquitous arnt they...just for fun.
ALN "I remember what the chairs look like.
Round plastic space chairs, if my memory is correct.
They came in all sorts of lovely shades like bright orange, funky light blue and yellow."
©Mary Alice Bowles 9/11/02
LET US REMEMBER
It’s been a lot of years now since that horrendous day in September when our world was attacked by strangers, but the evil we will never forget!
How could we?
Terrorist hijacked our planes and crashed into our twin towers killed innocent people and filled us all with terror
and made a mess of our beautiful world
So many innocent lives were lost
what an awful cost!
Mother's empty arms
lay folded across her chest.
Daddy’s baseball glove now lays silent and still
Grandma’s kitchen still waits, white-washed and clean
But they shall not return, they have entered
heavens domain, forever happy in the arms of God
But what of their families, left behind;
their treasures all lay buried in the rubbish
The rubbish of a mad mans plans!
Plans to kill Americans and destroy our land, but little did he know that God still had us in his hands
All those innocent lives were lost, but they have not died in vain they gave their lives for our country, just like the soldiers in Vietnam. Just like the sailors at Pearl Harbor
Just like the death toll of world war one
These innocent people have not died in vain
The torture, the pain, the agony, all the sadness of
911 brought American together in a song,
the song of freedom; let freedom ring
It brought America together in prayer;
Oh God, please bless America
America united;
Neighbor helping neighbor
The prince and the pauper hand in hand.
Where presidents and kings kneel to pray
The world united, and it was good,
if only for a day
And oh, how I wish it could stay this way
Today, it is to these people that we gather to pay tribute
to the victims and the families of 911
Innocent ordinary everyday average working people like us
who became our newest American heroes
Firemen, policemen, nurses, taxi drivers, pilots, secretaries,
and I could go on forever and a day, because who in America did 911 not touch in some way? We have all been touched, and we must never forget this day;
Let’s bow our heads and pray! Let’s thank God for a nation where freedom rings and God is still alive and he does his job so well
“I ask you God to please keep blessing America”!
The colors and nature of summer are now a pleasant memory...replaced by the rich reds and golden tones of autumn.
Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored. ~Daniel Webster
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...
~Thomas Moore
They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation. ~Henry Ward Beecher
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Lt. Governor Anthony Brown remarks at Maryland Remembers ceremony. by Brian K. Slack at Annapolis, MD
This is an old one, from 2004. His face wasn't too white yet.
I wanted to post a few older photos of Moose that never made it onto Flickr.
I remember 'You'....I have not forgotten....so nice to BE with You again after a long winter's sleep. I Love, Respect, Honor & Cherish You now & forever all the days of my Life....
On a cold November morning, an old man sits a while
Looking though old photographs, he cannot help but smile
They’re all there, all the boys, with hair cut short and neat
Uniforms of khaki, strong black boots upon their feet.
They met as strangers but soon became like brothers to the end
Smiling at the camera, there could be no truer friends.
They all took the King’s shilling, went off to fight the hun,
Soon learnt the pain of loss once the fighting had begun.
So many never made it home, lost on foreign shores
Many more were injured and would be the same no more.
The old man’s eyes mist with tears as he remembers every face
Each of his fallen brothers and the killing which took place
He proudly dons his beret, his blazer and his tie
For today he will remember the ones who fell and died.
On his chest there is a poppy, a blaze of scarlet on the blue
He steps out into the cold, he has a duty he must do
Once at the cenotaph he stands amongst the ranks
Of those who marched to war and those who manned the tanks,
He bows his head in reverence, as the last post begins to play
And he wonders what will happen at the ending of his days
Will anyone remember? Will anybody care?
About the lads so far from home whose life was ended there?
I wish that I could tell him, that he should fear not
For this soldier and his brothers will never be forgot
We owe a debt of gratitude that we never can repay
And this country will remember them, on each and every Remembrance day.
"The Hebrew word Zachor (Hebrew for remember) is hidden between the “Mound” of figures and the yellow star that they were forced to wear. At one point I had the lettering more outstanding, but like the word-”Remember” it unfortunately seems to dim over time.
Today, people like Mel Gibson, Iran’s President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and others remind us that they simply don't believe the horrific acts of the Holocaust actually happened or like former President Jimmy Carter believe that it is “time to get over it.”
Computer generated art on fine water color paper: 28" x 33"
Copyright: Aaron Morgan 2009
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Located in the western outskirts of Berlin, the Berlin-Grunewald station was used to deport Jews to ghettos and extermination camps in the east. Today, where all of this happened, there is the Platform 17 Memorial inaugurated in January 1998 to commemorate the deportation done by Deutsche Reichsbahn during the years of Nazi Germany.
Between October 1941 and the spring of 1942, trains left Berlin from the Grunewald Station in the direction of extermination camps and ghettos on the eastern part of Europe. It was October 18 when the first train from the Deutsche Reichsbahn left Grunewald Station with about a thousand Berlin Jews. They were heading to Lodz, in Poland and, probably, they never came back to Berlin again.
Families could afford to spend time together regardless of space and distance?
I don't know the name of this tunnel...but it was in Washington DC at the end of our long trip down to Maryland (we are from Hartford) with the kids from Venice, Italy, & the in/laws from Chicago to meet up with my nice and nephew/law from Wilmington NC. Mega travel for all involved, unbelievable amounts of cash spent on gas and car rentals, but luckily we got awesome military discounts on lodging...$89 per night on 2bdr condo units w/ full kitchen, living room, 2 baths, 4 beds, furnished with supplies and even a dishwasher and Kureg machine.
From the empty photo, its too bad more folks can't afford these fuel prices.
Its a shame more and more, even middle class folks can't afford the fuel, or the smaller paycheck that would result in taking that time off required...
A September 11 memorial in front of the Old Main administrative building on the campus of Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Ill. on Sept. 9, 2011. Each flag represents one of the 2,975 victims of the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, 2001; there are 2,603 United States flags and 372 international flags. The memorial is co-sponsored by the EIU ROTC and Student Veterans of EIU. (Jay Grabiec)
the last time I took a polaroid photo, I was in my grandparent's home when I was just a little girl.
polaroid land camera, one step 600
IMPOSSIBLE project
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I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.
i remember every number
i remember graduation
i remember painted faces
no they couldn't believe it was you
i knew
The village of Rhoose in the Vale of Glamorgan remembers their Fallen. School children's painted stones in a poppy layout.
Since it was Memorial Day I thought I'd share some memories from Cindy's family during WW II. Cindy's great grandmother Della Bray recieved these two War Department telegrams about her youngest child, SSgt. Vernon C. Bray who was serving in the US Army Air Corps, 93rd Bombardment Group, 330th Squadron.
On December 7, 1942 his squadron along with the 328th and 409th squadrons left their base at Alconbury, England on a long flight that would end at Tafarouri Aerodrome, a former French airfield outside Oran in Algeria. The 93rd was sent for temporay duty to supplement the newly formed Twelfth Air Force, which had been recently activated in North Africa under the command of General James "Jimmy" Doolittle. Vernon's crew flying a B-24D Liberator named the Blastin' Bastard was lost when their airplane crashed into a mountain while attempting to land at Tafaroui. Personnel at the base had not been alerted that the B-24s were coming in and no plans had been made to light up the runway. Gasoline flares were then lit and the rest of the group landed safely on the muddy airfield.
Lost with Vernon were 2Lt. Iceal W. Alford, Jr. (IN), TSgt. James E. Davis (TN), 1Lt. Leo A. Donze (MO), MSgt. Harold J. Hanna (IL), 1Lt. Robert A. (Ox) Johnson (KS), 2Lt. Robert L. Lynch (ND), TSgt. Samuel McNeeley (TN), SSgt. William J. Nagle (NJ), MSgt. Oscar S. Olsen (IL), Sgt. Kenneth R. Pastrof (NJ), SSgt. Jack E. Pinion (TN), SSgt. Samuel F. Powell (UT), and Capt. Richard S. Scott (NY). The crew is buried at the North Africa American Cemetery and Memorial, Carthage Tunis, Tunisia. Names and stories are important, let's remember all who serve and especially those who gave their lives.
A series of stock photos taken of the Remembering Vietnam Exhibit in the Lawrence F. O'Brien Gallery at the National Archives building in Washington, DC.
aun recuerdo akella vez n la k m djiste "hazme desaparecer"..y yo cn mi mano te cerre suavemente tus ojos..tu m dijiste k te habias cm en el cielo i k un angel te taba acariciando el rostro xD weno..no era precisamente un angel..pero si era io xD..tb recuerdo un un dia, qndo nos tabamos conociendo, ke te acercaste a mi n un recreo i m escribiste mxas cosas lindas..pero el k mas recuerdo, fue ese dia ke tomaste una hoja i m escribiste "sabes ke te quiero, cierto?"..ie respondi si..xk? i tu m dijiste "pense k no lo tnias claro"..tb recuerdo qndo te dije k iria a probarme a la escuela de atletismo..tu siempre tubiste ahi cnmgo..aunk tabamos mal ia..pero siempre tuvo too tu apoyo. Recuerdo ke ese dia n el k m fui aprobar, miraba cada una de las bancas i taba cnvencido ke derepente saldrias tu i m saludarias cn la mano.. weno, tal momento jamas iego (i menos el tener k usar esa ropa apretada cn la k tanto m kerias ver :$ xD)..a veces, qndo m siento triste, me pongo a pensar n todos esos lindos recuerdos k kedaron..todos esos momentos k estuvimos juntos..qndo n vez de ver las obras de teatro nos sentabamos juntos i haciamos otras cosas i nos poniamos a lesear xD fueron unos lindos 2 años..cn altos i bajos..cm too, pero son mas las cosas wenas k las malas..nosotros acordamos ke siempre ibamos a recordar lo lindo i lo bueno de nuestra relacion i k siempre nos diriamos "te kiero" i si no..uno le pegaria un wate al otro xD..weno..la primera cosa, siempre lo hacemos..i la segunda..no tanto xD pero igual se hace :) extraño tantas cosas..ir al cine, al parke (a k m veas jugar futbol i m pierda un maldito penal xk m tabas mirando i m puse nervioso xD) en el Mall, hasta en las Kermesses o intento de kermesses xD.. o estar solitos x ahi.. juntitos..pero ia todo cmbio..no son mas ke recuerdos..lindos recuerdos, k siempre los guardare cn cariño..se ke mas de 1 vez dije ke fue tiempo perdido, pero si lo hice, fue xk taba enojado o xk no aceptaba el kiebre.. pero fue todo lo cntrario..fue un hermoso tiempo, ke valio la pena, no solo pusimos el 100%, sino k el 200% n esto..hasta tniamos nuestros planes hexos xD viajar a Europa, tener nuestro DEPTO (xD) en providencia, pasar toda nuestra vida juntos..hasta viejitos :).. pero todos esos sueños se fueron cn el viento..a lo mejor (cm decias tu) no era el tiempo de conocernos, debimos conocernos ia grandes i maduros..para asi poder realizar nuestros sueños.. pero las cosas pasan x algo..sean para bien o para mal..estos recuerdos jamas los eliminare de mi (L)..aun tienen un cajoncito cn tu nombre..tu lo sabes mui bn.!..i sabes mui bn ke te kiero demasiado :).. "Dios nos da recuerdos en para que tengamos rosas primaverales en el invierno de nuestra vida"
Just..rebember..this..how I remember too!..
Standing in the spot where grandpa's truck went off the road, looking north up US Highway 81. The building in the distance is a small bar.
My Grandpa, Jack Lee Howe, disappeared from Winfield KS on Aug 1 2008. He was last seen at a Dillon's grocery store in Winfield, KS at around 9:20pm.
His truck was found 1/4 south of the Kansas/Oklahoma border on US Highway 81, between Caldwell, KS and Medford, OK.
This photo was sent to me by a good Samaritan that is helping us search for Grandpa.
For more information about his disappearance, search and recovery, see my blog: www.scotthawker.com/blog/ladyhawker?tq=Jack Lee Howe
Update: He was found on August 28, 2008. It appears he passed away from over exertion and exposure within the first day after he disappeared. Thank you all for your kind words and prayers.