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Hamilton, NJ
25' tall sculpture by Seward Johnson recreating the iconic photo entitled"Unconditional Surrender" by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
“Don't seek God in temples. He is close to you. He is within you. Only you should surrender to Him and you will rise above happiness and unhappiness.”
Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
RLS's beautiful 67 Firebird, with mechanic Greg Anderson working in the background on Bob Utner's Pro Stocker.
No Escape- Diffrent edit
I don't wanna go to sleep.
Why should I when there's a world full of things to do?
No, I wanna stay up forever.
I wanna dance, I wanna sing, I wanna be free.
And if you wont do that with me, then I wanna lay here and think of you.
Or travel the world and think of you.
Or kiss your lips while I think of you
In an effort to save The Proprietor from certain death, and possibly themselves as well (did you SEE how big this guy is?), the boys throw down their weapons.
24698 “Lees Last Bivouac” sign, 2630 Huguenot Trail, Powhatan, Powhatan, VA. May 22, 2019. Decimal degrees: 37.60127, -77.82822
“Lees Last Bivouac”
“April 14, 1865”
“Although Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox Court House on April 9, 1865, the formal surrender ceremonies for his cavalry, artillery, and infantry occurred over the next three days. Lee did not attend. On April 12, after his infantrymen had stacked arms, Lee departed for Richmond and his family. Members of staff rode with him, including Cols. Walter Taylor and Charles Marshall, as well as Maj. Giles Cooke, confined to an ambulance by wounds suffered a week earlier at Sailor’s Creek. The group bivouacked that first night in woods two miles beyond Buckingham Court House.
On April 13, the party reached Cumberland County and bivouacked at Flanagan’s Mill, spending the night at the home of Madison Flanagan. The next day, Cooke left to join his mother and sisters near Richmond. The others rode into Powhatan County and stopped for the night at Windsor, the house of Lee’s brother Charles Lee, at Fine Creek Mills. Since the house was already crowded, the men planned to sleep in a tent but instead were invited to spend the night in the residence of John Gilliam on the adjoining farm. Politely declining, Lee spent his ‘final bivouac’ in his tent on Gilliam’s lawn.
After breakfasting with the Gilliams on April 15, the trio soon departed, accompanied by Lee’s son, Gen. William Henry Fitzhugh ‘Rooney’ Lee, and his nephew, John Lee, Charles Carter Lee’s son. Riding down the old river road through Powhatan and Chesterfield Counties, they soon neared Richmond and crossed the James River pontoon Bridge at Manchester. Lee quickly reached his rented dwelling and waiting family at 707 East Franklin Street.”
Under lower left photograph:
“Lee on Traveller”
Below upper middle portrait:
“Col. Charles Marshall”
Beneath right photograph:
“Col. Walter Taylor (right), Gen. Robert E. Lee (center), and Gen. G.W. Custis Lee (left).”
I don't want to ride the milk train anymore
I'll go to bed at nine, and waken with the dawn.
Lunch at half past noon, dinner prompt at five.
The comfort of a few old friends long past their prime.
Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone.
Let's drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won.
It's a long long time till morning, plays wasted on the dawn.
I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone.
When the guests are done, I'll tidy up the room.
I'll turn the covers down, and gazing at the moon.
I'll pray to go quite mad, and live in long ago.
When you and I were one, so very long ago.
Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone.
Let's drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won.
It's a long long time till morning, plays wasted on the dawn.
I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone.
When I have no dreams to give you anymore.
I'll light a blazing fire, and wait within the door.
Then throw my life away, "I wonder why?" they all will say.
Now I lay me down to sleep, forever and a day.
Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days are dead.
Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they led.
It's a long long time till morning, so build your fires high.
Now I lay me down to sleep, forever by your side.
"Tea And Sympathy" - Janis Ian
On this spot, defeated Confederate General Pemberton surrendered his army and the city to General Grant. At the Vicksburg Military Park, in Vicksburg, Mississippi, marking the siege and capture of that city in 1863.
Scattered around the park are numerous markers and monuments comemorating individuals, units and states participating in the siege.
I took off my glasses, surrendered and agreed to her original price with her now very firmly holding my arm, standing "taller" than me, knowing that she is the conqueror in this little dance of fun.
My first ever defeat. She is good!!
As a follow up, the ladies went and picked up their spoils today, including the ones on which I did get major discounts and are both very happy with the results.
I despise shopping. Any form of shopping. Full stop. However, take me into a place where I can keep my wallet in my pocket while bargaining for others, well, then I love it. Yesterday we took Carlos' wife, Silvia and friend Liliana to buy some hand-made silk shirts and curtains..
The fun of Bargaining, taken by Mau on my camera.
September 1, 1939 -- May 7, 1945. What an ordeal. What a money maker.From my journal: Tues 15 Oct 2002: "On Monday we got up early-- had already purchased train tickets-- from Gare de l'Est to Epernay -> Reims. Then backtrack. [This is wrong. We went from Paris to Rheims, then Epernay, then back to Paris.] Stopped and got off at Reims. Went to see the museum in which Germans surrendered on 5 May 1945 [it was actually 7 May]. Eisenhowerama. Wandered down main drag to BAC [="Big Ass Church" ]. Windy, pleasant. Asked a man where the post office was, got a pleasant response, and understood it actually. JN sampled a sort of hotdog near the train station. A longi-sliced spicy wiener in bread. Horseradish mustard. R [Richard] declined food, should have gotten something. Then on to Epernay--"
i've waited a hundred years.
but i'd wait a million more for you.
nothing prepared me for what the privilege
of being yours would do.
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch,
if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,
or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
i would have known what i was living for all along.
what i've been living for.
your love is my turning page,
where only the sweetest words remain.
every kiss is a cursive line,
every touch is a redefining phrase.
i surrender who i've been for who you are,
for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
if i had only felt how it feels to be yours, well,
i would have known what I've been living for all along.
what i've been living for.
though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
when i saw you,
well, i knew we'd tell it well.
with a whisper,
we will tame the vicious seas.
like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.
-turning page - sleeping at last
finally my gorgeous wedding album is in my hands!! almost 2 years later!
its amazing.
i didn't do any editing to this photo. this is how beautiful it really is!
Sightseeing the hidden spots in the mountain hills of Nagasaki in pouring rain was a special experience i will long remember.
NO SURRENDER OF A MAN WITH AMMUNITION and COUNTRY FIRST, SELF LAST proclaim signs exhorting a fighting spirit and selfless devotion to duty of the American Soldier.
Two pre-WWI US Army privates pose with a cart or limber. Man on right wears collar discs on a fold-down collar while one on left appears to have a stand-up collar without discs. Both wear cotton-khaki uniforms and leggings.