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The NC State Alumni Association celebrated the winners of the College Distinguished Alumni Awards, the Wolfpack Club's Ronnie Shavlik Award and the Alumni Association Awards on Friday, Jan. 28, 2011. Stuart Edward White '78 was an award recipient. (Photography by Steve Exum & Griffin Davis)
Manchester City's goalkeeper Stuart Taylor looks dejected after a deflection from team mate Dedryck Boyata (not pictured) goes in to make it 2-3
An avid basketball player, Stuart wanted to incorporate basketball as well as his son in his senior pictures. My thanks to the coach who took time out of his Sunday to let us into the gym..
Stuart had a very intense look that I wanted to capture up close, and that's how we ended up with this shot.
Pristine 2001 Stuart Mariner swing keel on a 2003 galvanized Loadrite trailer with a 2016 Tohatsu 6 HP 4-stroke outboard. All 19' of this boat has been immaculately maintained by her previous owner and is ready to sail. Fresh bottom paint so she can be stored in the water or on her trailer. A real head turner that is read to go sailing. Asking $12,900
St John the Baptist, Upton, Cambridgeshire
From Ufford I climbed back out of the valley along the road to Marholm before turning off on a country lane. This wasn't particularly narrow, but it was very lonely. Hardly a single car passed me, and there was a wide view in every direction. There were more cyclists than cars, mostly the usual grim-faced lycra-clad hobbyists who would have been playing golf in a different decade, but also lots of cheerful ordinary cyclists venturing beyond Peterborough's Green Wheel. This happened a lot to day, and on every occasion without exception my greeting was returned. They seemed a particularly friendly lot around here.
I was glad I had my OS map, because the little lane to the remote hamlet of Upton was not signposted. Indeed, I found this a lot today. Either signposts were confusing or there were simply none at all. I put this down to the local history. Maybe Northamptonshire county council never got around to replacing the signs removed after the War, and then in 1965 the bureaucrats at County Hall in Huntingdon thought to themselves Hmmm, we ought to do something about this, but before they could it was 1974 and it was the bureacrats at County Hall in Cambridge who were scratching their heads and saying Beyond Peterborough? Is that our responsibility? It is? Well, I suppose we ought to do something about it, but suddenly it was 1999, Peterborough became a unitary authority with responsibility for its own road signs and they said Let's not bother, everyone local knows the way to everywhere else local, and that's good enough for us. Or something like that.
Anyway, the narrow lane got narrower and narrower and descended more and more steeply, so I hoped I'd got the right lane or it would be a long haul back to the road. But I had, and eventually came to the little hamlet of Upton, not to be confused with the large suburban village of Upton on the outskirts of Alconbury a few miles off. Perhaps they used the signs there instead. I said it was remote, and it is, there's a couple of miles to the nearest other settlement. But it is also enfolded in the hills, and at the end of a dead end leading into farmland. It seemed much more remote even than it actually was.
I only knew of the church from the simple cross on my OS map, and had no idea what to expect. Beyond the houses I crossed a noisy cattle grid into a wide open overgrown meadow, and there it was on the far side. It looked extraordinary, a low double-gabled frontage with a small medieval extension beyond. Was it even a church? The cross on the gates told me it was. There was no path across the meadow here so I headed down to the farm and took a track leading back off to the north.
The church was locked with a keyholder notice (at first I though there wasn't one, but on the noticeboard bolted to the west wall someone had covered it up with another notice). Now, I hadn't planned to go for the key because I wanted time to visit all the churches on my list in this area, but one peep through the window changed my mind. It looked extraordinary inside, a church of different levels with a vast bedstead memorial and a Stuart pulpit beyond. I scurried back to the keyholder just beyond the cattle grid and back to the church. I let myself into the west door.
Extraordinary. This must have been a tiny church once, but in the 17th Century the Dove family built a massive two stage extension on the north side. This consisted of a mausoleum below and a family pew on the upper floor, with balustraded stairs leading up to it as if in a country house. As if that were not enough, the family pew contains a massive memorial, quite out of scale, to Sir William Dove and his two wives (a civilised custom I always think, it's a shame it has been lost to us). He died in 1633, but the memorial is later than that and probably a composite, for his first wife is made of Barnack stone and he and his second wife (they weren't really at the same time) are made of terracotta. Stepping down into the tiny nave and chancel was like crossing the centuries. Here, a distinctly prayerbook feel has been elaborated in an early 20th Century fashion. it was enchanting, a thrilling little church. If I had come here on my 21-church trip through the middle of Cambridgeshire a couple of weeks back it would certainly have been my church of the day, but for now it had to make do with slipping in behind Barnack and Peakirk.
I felt thoroughly lifted up, despite the fact that I emerged to find the sky had clouded over. I took back the key and descended by the other narrow lane to the A47, which took me by surprise, I was halfway around the roundabout before I realised I was on it, and then off the other side and down into the tiny village of Sutton.
The commander of a Stuart tank uses a knocked-out PzKpfw III tank as cover while observing the enemy, 1 June 1942.
St Nicholas, Blakeney, Norfolk
Orate, Fratres, Pro Anima
Kenneth Bruce Stuart
Qui In Bello Magno
Vitam Pro Patri Amisit.
('Pray, Brothers, for the Soul
of Kenneth Bruce Stuart
Who in the Great War
Laid Down his Life for his Country')
Lieutenant Kenneth Bruce Stuart of the Durham Light Infantry was the son of Robert and Jane Campbell Stuart, of 23, Old Elvet, Durham. He was killed at the Butte de Warlencourt on the 5th of November, 1916, and is buried in Warlencourt British Cemetery.
Stuart attended the Loretto School in Edinburgh, and the Old Lorettonian Roll of Honour adds more details:
2ND LIEUTENANT KENNETH BRUCE STUART, 6th (Service) Battalion The Durham Light Infantry, was born in January 1896, and was at Loretto 1906 to 1914. Musical Scholar. XV. Corporal, O.T.C. On leaving school he went to the Royal College of Music. After the outbreak of war he obtained a commission in the 6th D.L.I., and went with them to France. During the Battle of the Somme his Battalion was attacking the Butte de Martencourt. Few officers were left, and Lieut. Stuart, who was Signalling Officer, volunteered to lead the assault. Three times the attack was held up by machine-gun fire, but Stuart insisted on a fourth attempt, during which he was shot dead at the head of his men, November 5, 1916.
There is a photograph of Stuart on the Old Lorettonian website.
I have no idea why this banner is in Blakeney church. Using the words "Kenneth Bruce Stuart" + "Blakeney" as search terms on Google produces just one result - these photographs.
Stuart + Creek 2. (Another composition from nearby: Stuart + Creek)
Ingalls Lake and South Ingalls Peak (Attempt), October 5, 2008.
Bravery award presented to Stuart Ross by the Metropolitan Commissioner, Sir John Stevens.This is Stuart's 4th bravery award. He has now transferred from the Met to Cleveland Police. I am sure Stuart's father Bruce is very proud of his son. Photo donated by Mr Bruce Ross
Destroyed my old m3/m5 Stuart to make this. Credits go to BricksOfWar, =CaptainMatt= and Project Azazel.
As usual the waves on Stuart Lake were pretty big. The wind was blowing for pretty much the entire long weekend. It felt a lot like being at the ocean... big waves and beautiful scenery.
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This is an Ian Stuart Alaska dress. It has a similar back to the Florence (Fabulous flower detail - The ian Stuart Trademark!) but the front bodice is corsetted like the "Truffle" - this gives much more definition than the Florence does, which makes the Alaska more flattering
This is Stuart. He is the manager of the Bridie O'Reilly's Pub on the corner of Little Collins and Exhibition Streets.
We, Michael and I, were walking by and chanced upon him looking out the door. Pleasantries were exchanged and I asked if I could take his picture. He said yes and kindly offered us some beer. We had to decline as we were kinda rushing.
But thanks, Stuart, I'll take you up on the beer next time.
By the way, I got a bit of lens lovin' this afternoon. Got to play with a 17-55 Nikkor. Its stays open at 2.8 through the range. Very very quick AF-S and one of the sharpest zooms I had the pleasure to use. Thanks Mike.
Stuart Brotman in performance with Veretski Pass at KlezKanada 2009's Thursday night staff concert, held on 27 Aug 2009 at Lantier, Quebec, Canada.
Veretski Pass: Cookie Segelstein (violin), Stuart Brotman (cello), Joshua Horowitz (piano).
This is the third of the pictures of coaches exiting VCS arrivals one morning in the 1990s, it’s a Stuart’s of Carluke Volvo B10M with Plaxton Paramount 3500 III body but no traces of the registration are discernible on the scan of the print.
This is a Ron Doig Picture © Glasgow Vintage Vehicle Trust.