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Larry's opened in 1960 near the banks of the Brazos River on Highway 90A in Richmond. They're still open and serving up wonderful Tex-Mex cuisine! Richmond,Texas. 9.2.2016.
Rudolf Bischoff, a German who died very early in the Great War and is buried in Plymouth, England.
Aged 26, he was one of the 111 injured Germans who arrived at Devonport in late September 1914. He was suffering from a shot-wound in his hand which became infected with tetanus from which he died. Bischoff was a Prussian Reservist and before the war had been a gardener.
He was accorded military honours but the funeral was a quiet one, with a firing party of fourteen Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders, a gun carriage and a plain oak coffin draped with the German flag. There were no pallbearers.
"It was a soldier's funeral, and, though an enemy, Bischoff was accorded the honours due to one who laid down his life for his country." (Western Evening Herald)
The main German cemetery in the UK is the Deutscher Soldatenfriedhof in Staffordshire. The remains of Germans were taken there and reburied unless they were already buried in a plot or cemetery maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission. That is the case in Plymouth. Under a reciprocal agreement, all German graves are cared for by the CWGC.
The Daily Shoot #275: Make a photograph that features a sign of some sort today. Maybe a stop sign. Maybe an information sign. Or an advert.
Someone mentioned motels in Santa Rosa so here we are. One of my fave places along 66 in New Mexico.
La Vía de la Plata era una calzada romana que atravesaba de sur a norte parte del oeste de Hispania, desde Augusta Emerita hasta Asturica Augusta.
Dos milenios después, su trazado ha servido de base para proyectar la Carretera de Gijón a Puerto de Sevilla y la Autovía Ruta de la Plata, vías de comunicación que vertebran el occidente español. Esta última vía se ha convertido en una ruta turístico-cultural
I'm showing my classical literature upbringing :-)
Update if interested:
I've seen some specialists (have another to see this week) and it's good news/bad news. Good new: the problems and pain don't require surgery ... but, bad news, they stem from my rheumatoid arthritis so not a lot can be done. Hoping for better living through chemistry and physical therapy :-)
But since there's no anti-tarnishing guarantees in life for anyone, we all do the best we can with what we're given. If there was a guarantee, I'd have returned this a long time ago.
Thanks for visits, views, and past comments. I appreciate you all and hope to be able to get back to commenting, especially with my special Flickr Friends (that's you if you stopped by :-)
This only took me 3 hours. I wrote it myself, and went outside where the sun was shining. I find it wonderful, really.
Ingresso al quartiere ultraortodosso, Gerusalemme.
E' l'unica foto che ho scattato. Per rispetto. Non me la sarei sentita di fotografare di nascosto: perché ci eravamo documentate, avevamo riflettuto.. poi quella mattina siamo partite in cinque. Se sei a Gerusalemme, dicevamo, vuoi vedere anche come vivono gli ebrei israeliani. Ci fermiamo titubanti per qualche minuto davanti a questi cartelli. Siamo tutte vestitissime, perlopiù con colori scuri... però la gonna lunga no, quella non ce l'abbiamo. Ci addentriamo titubanti, vediamo altri cartelli con messaggi anche più ostili. Mi sento sempre più a disagio, sento di disturbare, anche se gli uomini dai cappelli strani e dalle altrettanto sorprendenti capigliature ci passano davanti e sembra che non ci vedano. Per loro siamo trasparenti. Nel quartiere regna la miseria totale. Anche qui, come in certi villaggi dei Territori Occupati abitati dai palestinesi, cumuli di rifiuti, sporcizia, condizioni igieniche precarie.
E poi succede... mentre sto camminando davanti, forse con Giusi, le altre nostre compagne vengono fermate da una giovane donna - capo coperto, gonnellone color marrone - che spinge un passeggino. Dice di essere figlia di italiana e ci spiega che non possiamo entrare nel quartiere senza la gonna. Fosse per me, me ne andrei anche subito, invece giriamo ancora per un po'. Poi però mi arrabbio: siete così bravi a costruire muri, a usare il filo spinato, penso... perché non lo chiudete, il vostro quartiere, se non volete che entri nessuno? Perché non mettete un bel check point anche qui? Ho visitato il quartiere ebraico ortodosso a Manhattan, e questi cartelli non c'erano. Il Ghetto a Venezia è tra i miei luoghi preferiti. Non ho mai avuto la stessa sgradevole sensazione di stamani... quella di essere rifiutata perché diversa, quella di dare fastidio. Non ero venuta qui mezza nuda, a provocarvi. Ero arrivata fin qui perché mi interessate voi, la vostra religione. Ero arrivata fin qui per vedere e per capire, con tutto il rispetto che vi può portare una persona che viaggia per conoscere, non per invadere. Mi lascio Mea She'arim alle spalle e per la prima volta in questo viaggio non mi sento vicina ai più deboli.
E allora, dato che con voi non si può parlare, mi documenterò leggendo.
I'm burnin', burnin'
'Cause you set my soul on fire
Weather, I don't know what I'll do
'Cause I'm burnin', I'm burnin'
I'm burnin' with desire
Yes, I'm burnin'
And it's all because of you ! :-)
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During another Bitter MidWestern USA Winter, our minds Drift back to those Warm and Comforting Days of Summer.
Always on the look out for hand painted letters and handmade signs. I have heard there is a documentary in production about sign painters. Taken with iPhone 3Gs
Beautiful Poem- Stop and smell the flowers
Current mood: peaceful
This poem was written by a terminally ill young
girl
in a New York
Hospital.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.