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Im Jahr 1935 wurde in einem Waldgebiet mit dem Bau der Luftmunitionsanstalt begonnen und es entstanden anfangs ein Gleisanschluss und Zuwegungen. Man errichtete 60 Bunker für fertiggestellte Munition und 12 für Zünder, weitere Bunker entstanden später. Ein Jahr später wurden Betriebs- und Verwaltungsgebäude auf dem Gelände errichtet.
Vor Beginn des zweiten Weltkrieges waren rund 40 Arbeiter und eine ähnliche Anzahl an Soldaten in der Anlage beschäftigt, im Verlauf des Krieges stieg die Zahl der Beschäftigten auf bis zu 500. Zusätzlich existierte auf dem Gelände ein aus rund 150 sowjetischen Kriegsgefangenen bestehendes Arbeitskommando.
Die Hauptaufgabe der Luftmunitionsanstalt war die Bezünderung und Lagerung von Bomben. Es wurden 2 kg-Brandbomben, 10 kg-Splitterbomben und 50, 250 und 500 kg-Sprengbomben verarbeitet. Zusätzlich ist Flak-Munition in den Kalibern 2; 7,5; 8,8 und 10,5 cm eingelagert worden.
Am Kriegsende erging der Befehl zur Zerstörung der Luftmunitionsanstalt. Da sich die Feuerwerker gegen diesen Befehl wehrten und nur kleine Teile der Munition sprengten, kam es nicht zu Zerstörungen an Einrichtungen. Am 11. April 1945 besetzte die British Army die Anstalt ohne Gegenwehr.
A big one to visit on our list and after some fun and games accessing in the dead of night, we were successful.
This asylum was built at the end of the 19th century. It was initially used as a hospital for mentally ill patients and later it was used as a military academy. This location held the equipment where people were treated with ECT and operations to the nervous system.
The asylum closed it's doors in the end of the 20th century when there were laws passed that deemed that asylums had to close their doors.
The man down Italian toll tour. Taking in some Italian delights on a 4 day explore.
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Lantana Town Hall houses various departments, including city council, administration, public services and finance departments. Its city council comprises six members and the mayor, and has commissions and committees, such as historical society, charter commission, natural resource conservation, planning commission and senior advisory. Its administration department is presided by city manager and executive assistant and is responsible for the day-to-day operations of the city government. Lantana Town Hall also has a community development department that provides commercial and industrial services, including single family and multifamily residential developments. The department also offers services in marketing of properties. Its public services department undertakes the physical and economic development of the city, and comprises building inspections, engineering, parks and recreation, planning and public works divisions. Its finance department provides accounting and internal auditing services for all financial activities of the city. The city hall is located in Lantana, Fla.
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Amsterdam - Binnengasthuisstraat.
In 1913-14 aan de noordzijde van het vm. Binnengasthuisterrein opgetrokken ADMINISTRATIEGEBOUW naar een ontwerp van J.M. van der Mey in Vroeg Amsterdamse School-stijl in opdracht van het bestuur van het Binnengasthuis (cultureelerfgoed.nl).
DDD / TDD.
Vachon, John,, 1914-1975,, photographer.
[Grand Grocery Co.], Lincoln, Neb.
[1942]
1 slide : color.
Notes:
Date based on LC-USF35-266.
Title from FSA or OWI agency caption.
Formerly identified as Gilead, Ohio.
Photograph shows Rice Krispies cereal boxes in window below oranges; Better Loaf flour sacks at left next to sign for: New & large potatoes, 6lb. 23, apples, delicious, 4lb. 25.
Transfer from U.S. Office of War Information, 1944.
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Grocery stores
United States--Nebraska--Lincoln
Format: Slides--Color
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information Collection 11671-28 (DLC) 93845501
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Call Number: LC-USF35-268
When I visited the Beaux Arts jewel of Bethlehem Steel's 1901 Lackawanna Administration Building, it was clear the demolition was imminent. The site had become somewhat of mecca for photographers and explorers. FIlled with labs, offices, and hidden rooms that contained stunning vintage pieces, from lamps to typewriters, to a complete control room filled with 1960s era computers. Now demolished, the administration building holds an almost mythical place in my memory. As it closed in the late 1970s and early 80s, its interior fixtures and furnishing remained frozen in time. Time capsules are rare in my travels, in this was one of the most pristine.
On Christmas Eve we made a trip to Longmire in Mount Rainier National Park for some family fun in the snow. As we pulled in I noticed these pretty cool icicles coming off the roof of the administration building.
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
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Also known as the VA
We went to the Grand Junction, Colorado, VA, this morning (8-16-22). I had to have labs drawn, needing to get back into their system again. We had, another VA staff member, reach into Koda’s face. These are people working in a medical facility, and know better. Wouldn’t you say; Raymond, Jamie?
I just had my blood drawn, we were leaving the lab. The same lab and only lab, that lost my specimens, in the last 30 years. The staff were waiting at the door, mobbing and blocking it. The woman in our way, turns around towards us, has a card in her hand, sticks it out, right up to, and into Koda’s nose. She giggled, as she walked out ahead of us. There were 4 other staff members there to witness. When I walked around to the lab window to get her name. A woman called me back to the door again, started spilling hand sanitizer all lover the floor, as another man comes up behind us, trying to squeeze by. She did give me her full name, after repeatedly asking. We were mobbed and blocked when we first walked into the lab. This was the second time someone has done this, in just a little over a month.
This was the second time someone has done this, in just a little over a month. The first time, I mentioned in a previous post. It happened on 7-12-22, and was a Pastor. He was waiting for us at the door, along with two Security Police Officers. We were heading to the lab then. As we entered the main building; he, and the officers, had the area blocked. They moved, then the Pastor said something about Koda. I ignored him, because it’s usually baiting for something else. Especially, with two Security Police, at his side. Koda, and I went up to the lab. They didn’t have the request sent by the Doctor, so I had to go to the ER, to get it straitened out. We received the standard Mobbing, Street Theater, and Gaslighting, as we waited. I finally got it straitened out, and headed back to the lab. We were crowded in the elevator. One man; had everything I left on our kitchen counter, in a see through bag. Koda and I stepped to the rear. Once the elevator stopped, the three people in with us; signaled for us to exit. I told them to go ahead, they were hesitant, but did. They then stood just outside the elevator. As they did, I saw the Pastor, standing to the right of the elevator door. I told Koda to wait, he stopped in place, just inside the elevator. We paused for a couple of seconds, so the Pastor, reaches into the elevator, fingers spread, puts his hand in Koda’s face. I said he’s a service dog, you don’t do that to a service dog. He tells me, he just wanted to say hi. Bullshit! I didn’t want to start a confrontation, because the others were still standing there watching. We went onto the lab. When we got home, I called and spoke to one of the Security Officers. He was one of them, at the door when we first entered. That’s when I found out, the guy was a Pastor. He was waiting in the elevator today, with two others. The elevator closed before we reached it.
As soon as we arrived in the parking lot, the Half-wit show began. There was a woman, pulling in and out of spots, until we parked, then she zoomed over and parked directly in front of us. She rushed in ahead of us, so she could stand at the doorway texting, as we entered. It’s a Half-wit show, they put on for Targets. But, before we got in, a Corvette stops on the crosswalk, so it could zoom off, filling the air with exhaust. He then, drives around in a circle, and parks in a staff parking spot. We get the Zoo People stare. They stare at Koda, like he’s some kind of exotic zoo animal. Looking directly into his eyes. They will even bend down, towards his face. I should know; I did two years volunteer work at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. When we went to leave the parking lot; the guy that picks up people in a golf cart, blocks me in, just as I put my car in revers. We had a Security Police escort, as we left.
What people are trying to do; is to get Koda to act out in an aggressive manner. If he does, he can be removed from the VA Hospital. In turn, I don’t have my service dog with me. Koda, is a champ, and hasn’t reacted to any of it. What he does do; is look at me with concerning eyes. He knows, my blood pressure is starting to rise. He’s a Medical Alert dog.
I adopted him when he was around 11 months old. He came from a shelter, here in Grand Junction, Colorado. The first thing I noticed, was his reaction to hand movements. He would pull away, if I reached out, towards his head. He, also would not eat from his bowl. He kept taking a small pieces of food, step away then eat it. If I would say anything, he would walk away, tail between his legs. Who knows what kind of abuse, the poor guy had. I could tell, and started to hand feed him. He slowly began to trust me. I took him to dog parks, city parks, everywhere I could to get him socialized. I took him to a training area, where he could maneuver through or around obstacles. I trained him at automated street crossing. I taught him all the basic commands, and many more. He will pull a shopping cart, turn right/left, and wait, on commands. What I didn’t know; is that he would save my life. Not once, but twice.
We were in Arizona, I wanted to get a walk in before it got to hot. We were about ½ mile from camp. He was off leash (I try to let him be a dog), he was hanging close to me. He rushes up, hits me in the thigh with his nose. It almost knocked me over. I said what, he gives me a concerning look, but didn’t move. I said what again, he sets in place, begins barking. I said what Koda, what, show me. He stands up, turns around and slowly starts walking back to camp. I thought, maybe, he’s getting hot; so I followed. We were about 100 yards from camp, and I blacked out. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground, he was licking the dirt from my face. This happened on another walk, in Wyoming.
Koda, sensed something coming on, and warned me. The 2nd time, I found a large boulder, and sat down.
What I’m now finding out; is that I have neurological problems. I have a blocked Carotid Artery, restricting blood flow to the right side of my brain. The VA, has been Dicking me around for over two years. Starting with the Grand Junction, VA. Then the Phoenix VA, now Grand Junction, again. Koda, knew over a year ago, and warned me. My problems have gotten worse. I wake up some mornings; Koda, is standing over me, sniffing into my mouth. It’s not halitosis, he’s picking up on something.
I initially, trained him to help me help on walks, and shopping. He has pulled me up many hills, and stream banks. When I say pull or up, you would think he’s a sled dog. He’s so eager to please. Now, he’s telling me something, the VA should have two years ago.
The hate and retaliation, we receive in VA facilities, is nothing new. Veterans, are denied and delayed, medical care and treatment; just for standing up for themselves. If you address the shortcomings in a tactful manner; the retaliation from VA Staff, can be overwhelming. Some staff will do everything they can to discredit a Veteran, to include the Psychiatric Staff. Many Patient Advocates, do not advocate for the Veterans. They represent, these Toxic facilities. I have met some of the most hateful, vile people, that walk this earth; in VA Hospitals and Clinics. We go into these facilities for help, care and healing. Instead, this is what we receive in the United Sates of America.
Here is a link, to a couple of example that made the news recently:
www.wsbtv.com/news/local/atlanta/man-punched-face-by-an-a...
These are good examples, of what is happening, and how Veterans are being treated. Our current president continues to brag about the 1%, that serve. But, it's a Comedian (John Stewart) that has the courage to stand up for us, and do the job, our president should be doing. Gang Stalking is deeply embedded in the United States Medical Communities. To include the VA.
The retaliation we received from our last post “The Bog Cover-up”, was extreme. We had the National Guard Jet, dive at our motorhome (again), gunfire each time we step out, planes circle right above us; as Koda tries to take a poo. A camper pulled in, just as we went to bed; Koda jumping up all night, looking out the bedroom windows. We went to dump and fill tanks today. Mobbed, and a woman teaching her teenage son how to hate. Walking pass the motorhome, didn’t get the attention they needed. So, her young son starts whistling, looking to his mom for approval. It made her day. We got the Black Diesel Exhaust Skit twice. And, much, much more; as I type this. This is the life of a Whistleblower/Targeted Individual; in the United States of America
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“It is time to acknowledge what has become tragically obvious: the Trump administration is essentially acting as a MASSIVE CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE [emphasis added]. It lies, steals, extorts, and murders — all while cloaked in the awesome authority of the state. It is on a crime spree that puts Al Capone to shame. ”
— James Speyer
18 February 2026.
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▶ The editorial continued:
“This is not hyperbole or hyperventilation. It is our reality, as the facts amply demonstrate. This administration has:
• Murdered Renee Good and Alex Pretti, slandered them as 'domestic terrorists' and 'assassins,' and allowed their killers to walk free;
• Unleashed thousands of minimally trained ICE agents, recruited with explicitly white supremacist messaging, to inflict terror on people of color;
• Repeatedly violated the constitutional rights of citizens and non-citizens by arresting them for First Amendment-protected speech, raiding their homes without judicial warrants, and imprisoning them without due process;
• Killed dozens of civilians on the high seas solely on the unsubstantiated claim that they were drug runners (not that being drug runners would justify their summary executions without due process anyway);
• Released hundreds of imprisoned felons who brutally beat Capitol police officers on January 6;
• Converted the once-independent Department of Justice into an instrument of personal retribution via the prosecution of cooked-up lawsuits against the President’s enemies;
• Threatened to seize the territory of a sovereign nation (a NATO ally no less);
• Declared that legislators should be executed for reminding military personnel of their duty to disobey illegal orders;
• Tried to impose ruinous and unconstitutional sanctions on some of the country’s largest law firms simply because Trump doesn’t like them;
• Violated court orders on a massive scale. As the Chief District Judge of Minnesota recently wrote, 'ICE has likely violated more court orders in January 2026 than some federal agencies have violated in their entire existence;'
• Shaken down some of the country’s largest universities by illegally threatening to withhold funding; and
• Engaged in breathtaking corruption: as the conservative writer David Frum stated, 'Trump's scale of stealing and bribe-taking has never been remotely paralleled in any democratic country ever before.' ”
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▶ In his commentary about the piece, MS NOW commentator Lawrence O’Donnell added:
And the Daily News did not even include in its description of the most powerful crime syndicate in history, all of Donald Trump’s violations of the Emoluments Clause [of the U.S. Constitution] to enrich himself, including accepting the gift of a 747 aircraft from the Middle Eastern dictatorship of Qatar. And the billions of dollars Donald Trump is making in cryptocurrency ventures and other rackets that he is running during his presidency.
Donald Trump knows that all of that apparent corruption could be effectively investigated by congressional committees, if, and only if, Democrats win the House of Representatives this year, or win the Senate this year. And to prevent that, Donald Trump has not come up with a new campaign message for Republicans. He has not come up with a new economic policy. He has not reversed his economically crushing, illegal, and unconstitutional tariffs.
Instead, he has seized the voting records of Atlanta voters in Fulton County, Georgia, to set the precedent that he can send the FBI anywhere he wants to seize any voting records, including ballots, at any time. Donald Trump is the first president in history who wants to take the administration of elections away from states and, in effect, count all American ballots cast in every election inside the Trump White House.”
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Originally Built:
1936
Map Grid:
L-4
Abbreviation / Number:
BUR / 176
Coordinates:
37.229, -80.42371
"Burruss Hall is the main administration building on campus. It contains a 3,003-seat auditorium, a venue where major events such as commencement, presidential speeches, concerts, and arts shows are held.
Additionally, the building houses interior design and landscape architecture offices, studios,and classrooms for the College of Architecture, Arts, and Design.
Burruss Hall is named for eighth president Julian Ashby Burruss. In the 1920s, he admitted women as full-time students and cut the four-year military requirement for male students to two years, setting the stage for a larger civilian student body. He also organized a chapter of Phi Kappa Phi, put off-campus living to the test, brought athletics under the supervision of college authorities, and established the Engineering Experiment Station and Engineering Extension Division. Burruss was president from 1919 to 1945.
Virginia Tech’s administration building, Burruss Hall consists of the original building, completed in 1936; a west wing and rear addition, built in 1968; and an east wing, added in 1970. Commencement ceremonies were held in the building's 3,003-seat auditorium for years, beginning in 1936. An electronic carillon was installed in 1958. The first and second floors were renovated in 2007 for use by the College of Architecture and Urban Studies. The facility was originally known as the Teaching and Administration Building." (vt.edu)
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Parks, Gordon,, 1912-2006,, photographer.
Daytona Beach, Florida. Bethune-Cookman College. Girl welder in the NYA (National Youth Administration) school
1943 Jan.
1 negative : safety ; 4 x 5 inches or smaller.
Notes:
Title and other information from caption card.
Transfer; United States. Office of War Information. Overseas Picture Division. Washington Division; 1944.
Subjects:
United States--Florida--Volusia County--Daytona Beach.
Format: Safety film negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions. For information, see U.S. Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Black & White Photographs www.loc.gov/rr/print/res/071_fsab.html
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information photograph collection (Library of Congress) (DLC) 2002708960
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Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/fsa.8d12532
Call Number: LC-USW3- 014865-C
My favorite part of our Florida trip... Kennedy Space Center NASA!
This may look like a funny robot face with green eyes and huge smile!
But this is one of the Saturn V (with five F-1 engines ) rockets of the Apollo Program
that succeeded in landing human on the moon and bringing them back to earth safely.
On July 20, 1969, Apollo 11 landed the first men on the moon,
Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.
(I lost my notes and can't identify which Apollo this is... 8, 10, 11or 13?)
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Manual
Exposure: 0.025 sec (1/40)
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal Length: 17 mm
ISO Speed: 1000
"As a soldier in the field I couldn't possibly have access to those kinds of resources. That said, a good place to look might be...I don't know, the nearest nonexistent launch site in the nonexistent Sabre Program, dismissed by three administrations as preposterous rumor... And in which our newest member was certainly never a pilot." -Catherine-B320
The UNSC YSS-1000 Sabre space fighter was designed for orbital defense and used during the Fall of Reach.
My LEGO version fits both pilot and copilot and is surprisingly swooshable. Don't worry, guys, I have plans for making the detachable booster rockets. That's how I want it displayed at Brickworld; I want it to look like it's in liftoff.
After a short absence of six months, since the original Hulleys of Baslow entered administration on Wednesday 26th March 2025, a bus - and the Hulleys name itself - returned to Baslow Garage for the first time on Tuesday 30th September, and I was given the honour of driving the first vehicle into the depot, which was ADL Enviro200MMC 5209, one of three brand new buses which have been purchased for the new operation, and which will be joined by two other fairly new acquisitions.
The Hulleys name has been revived for a number of tendered routes which High Peak have won, which will operate from the new (to the company!) Baslow depot. The routes are not ones which Hulleys ever operated (to the best of my knowledge anyway), and are the 140 from Matlock to Alfreton, the 141 from Matlock to Ripley, the 142 from Nether Heage and Belper to Alfreton and the 143 from Matlock to Alfreton and East Midlands Designer Outler. (Plus the 319, which is primarily a school bus!)
All of these routes are currently operated by Stagecoach Yorkshire, and previous to that had been operated by Derbyshire Community Transport - who closed down in October 2024. Before that, if memory serves correctly, they had been operated by YourBus.
Hulleys operation will commence on Monday 6th October.
Completed in 1908 in Henderson, Tennessee, the National Teacher's Normal & Business College Administration Building (aka Old Main) was nominated and deemed eligible for the National Register of Historic Places under Criterion A at the local level for education and religion. The National Teacher’s Normal & Business College is recognized as the first college in West Tennessee to introduce co-education among sexes during the early-20th century. While not owned by a religious organization, the university is affiliated with the Churches of Christ through ties of religious fellowship and the building hosted the Henderson Church of Christ from 1933 until 1949. At which time, the brick baptistery was constructed south of the building. Since 1937, Old Main has also hosted the Annual Bible Lectureship. Its classrooms have been used to train several generations of preachers. Devotional services are held every weekend for students of Freed-Hardeman University. As such, Old Main has contributed significantly to the local community’s educational development and history of the local Churches of Christ. Old Main was also deemed eligible for the National Register under Criterion C for architecture. Designed by a prominent architect of Jackson, Tennessee, Hubert Thomas McGee, Old Main is a representative example of early 20th century Italian Renaissance Revival architecture. Old Main also serves as the preeminent edifice of Freed-Hardeman University and the historic center of college education in West Tennessee. The period of significance begins in 1908 with the construction of Old Main and ends in 1962 at the 50-year marker. Significant dates during this period include 1933 to 1949 when Old Main hosted the Henderson Church of Christ; and 1953 with the addition of the Annex along the east elevation.
Old Main was added to the NRHP on March 12, 2012 and all the information above along with much, much more can be viewed on the original documents submitted for listing consideration found here: catalog.archives.gov/id/135817841
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A lady pushing perhaps a love one to the San Diego County Administration Building. Love her dress and especially the hat!
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Im Jahr 1935 wurde in einem Waldgebiet mit dem Bau der Luftmunitionsanstalt begonnen und es entstanden anfangs ein Gleisanschluss und Zuwegungen. Man errichtete 60 Bunker für fertiggestellte Munition und 12 für Zünder, weitere Bunker entstanden später. Ein Jahr später wurden Betriebs- und Verwaltungsgebäude auf dem Gelände errichtet.
Vor Beginn des zweiten Weltkrieges waren rund 40 Arbeiter und eine ähnliche Anzahl an Soldaten in der Anlage beschäftigt, im Verlauf des Krieges stieg die Zahl der Beschäftigten auf bis zu 500. Zusätzlich existierte auf dem Gelände ein aus rund 150 sowjetischen Kriegsgefangenen bestehendes Arbeitskommando.
Die Hauptaufgabe der Luftmunitionsanstalt war die Bezünderung und Lagerung von Bomben. Es wurden 2 kg-Brandbomben, 10 kg-Splitterbomben und 50, 250 und 500 kg-Sprengbomben verarbeitet. Zusätzlich ist Flak-Munition in den Kalibern 2; 7,5; 8,8 und 10,5 cm eingelagert worden.
Am Kriegsende erging der Befehl zur Zerstörung der Luftmunitionsanstalt. Da sich die Feuerwerker gegen diesen Befehl wehrten und nur kleine Teile der Munition sprengten, kam es nicht zu Zerstörungen an Einrichtungen. Am 11. April 1945 besetzte die British Army die Anstalt ohne Gegenwehr.
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These rooms belonged to the administrator responsible for finances and the community’s spirit, the most important principle of which was collectivity. Three pottery jugs containing 560 silver coins were discovered in this room. This appears to have been the central treasury of the Sectarians.
Qumran is an archaeological site extending over an area of 100 x 80 meters (320 x 263 ft), in the West Bank and is a National Park. It is located on a dry plateau about 1.5 kilometers (1 mi) from the northwestern shore of the Dead Sea. The Hellenistic period settlement was constructed around 134-104 B.C., and was occupied most of the time until it was destroyed by the Romans in 68 A.D. approximately. It is best known as the settlement nearest to the Qumran Caves where the Dead Sea Scrolls were hidden, in the sheer cliff caves. The principal excavations at Qumran were conducted by Roland de Vaux in 951-56, though several later excavations at the site have since been carried out.
Viewed from Lake Superior State University.
"The Sault Ste. Marie International Bridge spans the St. Marys River between the United States and Canada connecting the twin cities of Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan and Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. The bridge is operated by the International Bridge Administration under the direction of the Sault Ste. Marie Bridge Authority, a bi-national governing body consisting of four directors appointed by the Governor of Michigan and four appointed by the Canadian government-owned Federal Bridge Corporation.
Sault Ste. Marie (/ˌsuː seɪnt məˈriː/ SOO-seint-ma-REE) is the only city in, and county seat of, Chippewa County in the U.S. state of Michigan. With a population of 14,144 at the 2010 census, it is the second-most populated city in the Upper Peninsula after Marquette. It is the central city of the Sault Ste. Marie, MI Micropolitan Statistical Area, which encompasses all of Chippewa County and had a population of 38,520 at the 2010 census.
Sault Ste. Marie was settled as early as 1668, which makes it Michigan's oldest city and among the oldest cities in the United States. Located at the northeastern edge of the Upper Peninsula, it is separated by the St. Marys River from the much-larger city of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. The two are connected by the Sault Ste. Marie International Bridge, which represents the northern terminus of Interstate 75. This portion of the river also contains the Soo Locks, as well as a swinging railroad bridge. The city is also home to Lake Superior State University.
For centuries Ojibwe (Chippewa) Native Americans had lived in the area, which they referred to as Baawitigong ("at the cascading rapids"), after the rapids of St. Marys River. French colonists renamed the region Saulteaux ("rapids" in French).
In 1668, French missionaries Claude Dablon and Jacques Marquette founded a Jesuit mission at this site. Sault Ste. Marie developed as the fourth-oldest European city in the United States west of the Appalachian Mountains, and the oldest permanent settlement in contemporary Michigan state. On June 4, 1671, Simon-François Daumont de Saint-Lusson, a colonial agent, was dispatched from Quebec to the distant tribes, proposing a congress of Indian nations at the Falls of St. Mary between Lake Huron and Lake Superior. Trader Nicolas Perrot helped attract the principal chiefs, and representatives of 14 Indigenous nations were invited for the elaborate ceremony. The French officials proclaimed France's appropriation of the immense territory surrounding Lake Superior in the name of King Louis XIV.
In the 18th century, the settlement became an important center of the fur trade, when it was a post for the British-owned North West Company, based in Montreal. The fur trader John Johnston, a Scots-Irish immigrant from Belfast, was considered the first European settler in 1790. He married a high-ranking Ojibwe woman named Ozhaguscodaywayquay, the daughter of a prominent chief, Waubojeeg. She also became known as Susan Johnston. Their marriage was one of many alliances in the northern areas between high-ranking European traders and Ojibwe. The family was prominent among Native Americans, First Nations, and Europeans from both Canada and the United States. They had eight children who learned fluent Ojibwe, English and French. The Johnstons entertained a variety of trappers, explorers, traders, and government officials, especially during the years before the War of 1812 between Britain and the United States.
For more than 140 years, the settlement was a single community under French colonial, and later, British colonial rule. After the War of 1812, a US–UK Joint Boundary Commission finally fixed the border in 1817 between the Michigan Territory of the US and the British Province of Upper Canada to follow the river in this area. Whereas traders had formerly moved freely through the whole area, the United States forbade Canadian traders from operating in the United States, which reduced their trade and disrupted the area's economy. The American and Canadian communities of Sault Ste. Marie were each incorporated as independent municipalities toward the end of the 19th century.
As a result of the fur trade, the settlement attracted Ojibwe and Ottawa, Métis, and ethnic Europeans of various nationalities. It was a two-tiered society, with fur traders (who had capital) and their families and upper-class Ojibwe in the upper echelon. In the aftermath of the War of 1812, however, the community's society changed markedly.
The U.S. built Fort Brady near the settlement, introducing new troops and settlers, mostly Anglo-American. The UK and the US settled on a new northern boundary in 1817, dividing the US and Canada along St. Mary's River. The US prohibited British fur traders from operating in the United States. After completion of the Erie Canal in New York State in 1825 (expanded in 1832), the number of settlers migrating to Ohio and Michigan increased dramatically from New York and New England, bringing with them the Yankee culture of the Northern Tier. Their numbers overwhelmed the cosmopolitan culture of the earlier settlers. They practiced more discrimination against Native Americans and Métis.
The falls proved a choke point for shipping between the Great Lakes. Early ships traveling to and from Lake Superior were portaged around the rapids[8] in a lengthy process (much like moving a house) that could take weeks. Later, only the cargoes were unloaded, hauled around the rapids, and then loaded onto other ships waiting below the rapids. The first American lock, the State Lock, was built in 1855; it was instrumental in improving shipping. The lock has been expanded and improved over the years.
In 1900, Northwestern Leather Company opened a tannery in Sault Ste. Marie. The tannery was founded to process leather for the upper parts of shoes, which was finer than that for soles. After the factory closed in 1958, the property was sold to Filborn Limestone, a subsidiary of Algoma Steel Corporation.
In March 1938 during the Great Depression, Sophia Nolte Pullar bequeathed $70,000 for construction of the Pullar Community Building, which opened in 1939. This building held an indoor ice rink composed of artificial ice, then a revolutionary concept. The ice rink is still owned by the city." - info from Wikipedia.
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