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The Grumman F8F Bearcat (affectionately called "Bear") was an American single-engine naval fighter aircraft of the 1940s. It went on to serve into the mid-20th Century in the United States Navy and other air forces, and would be the company's final piston engined fighter aircraft.
Grumman F8F-1 Bearcat NL9G flew for the US Navy as BuNo 90454. Its construction number is D.18. It was used as an instructional airframe as NAF Norman, Oklahoma in the 1950s. Ed Weiner of Los Angeles, California registered it as N6624C in 1959 and later changed the registration to N3551. Vernon D. Jarvis of Decatur, Illinois acquired it in 1963 and sold it to R. E. Schreder of Bryan, Ohio. Gunther W. Balz of Kalamazoo, Mishigan registered it as N9G in 1968. It flew as race #1 and then as race #7 Roto Finish Special. Preston Parish and the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum in Michigan acquired it in 1978 and restored it in Royal Thai Air Force colors. Now at Falcon Feild Mesa, Arizona.
This example was one of the 23 preproduction models ordered by the U.S. Navy after the prototype had been tested. and it was flown regularly until it crashed on Memorial Day weekend in 1995. Luckily, the damage was minimal, and it was decided that this rare fighter should be restored.
The museum's Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners before it was acquired by air race pilot Gunther Balz in 1968. Ten years later, Balz donated it to the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum.
This Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners
In affectionate remembrance of Elizabeth relict of John Moseley late of Cropthorne Hill who died Jan 13th 1877 in the 92nd year of her age. Her end was peace. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.
Also in loving memory of Ann Compton who died June 3rd 1884 aged 65 years.
And Elizabeth Moseley who died October 1st 1896 aged 83 years.
Daughters of the above.
Asleep until the day break and the shadows ???? away.
Affectionately called "God's Mountain" by theology students, and "The Domain" by all, this view from the front lawn, along University Avenue, is among the most recognizable.
Breslin Tower, seen on the RIGHT, is modeled after Magdalen College, Oxford, in England.
The Grumman F8F Bearcat (affectionately called "Bear") was an American single-engine naval fighter aircraft of the 1940s. It went on to serve into the mid-20th Century in the United States Navy and other air forces, and would be the company's final piston engined fighter aircraft.
Grumman F8F-1 Bearcat NL9G flew for the US Navy as BuNo 90454. Its construction number is D.18. It was used as an instructional airframe as NAF Norman, Oklahoma in the 1950s. Ed Weiner of Los Angeles, California registered it as N6624C in 1959 and later changed the registration to N3551. Vernon D. Jarvis of Decatur, Illinois acquired it in 1963 and sold it to R. E. Schreder of Bryan, Ohio. Gunther W. Balz of Kalamazoo, Mishigan registered it as N9G in 1968. It flew as race #1 and then as race #7 Roto Finish Special. Preston Parish and the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum in Michigan acquired it in 1978 and restored it in Royal Thai Air Force colors. Now at Falcon Feild Mesa, Arizona.
This example was one of the 23 preproduction models ordered by the U.S. Navy after the prototype had been tested. and it was flown regularly until it crashed on Memorial Day weekend in 1995. Luckily, the damage was minimal, and it was decided that this rare fighter should be restored.
The museum's Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners before it was acquired by air race pilot Gunther Balz in 1968. Ten years later, Balz donated it to the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum.
This Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners
The Grand Luncheonette, affectionately known as “Hakim’s” after its owner Fred Hakim, was one of the last old-world ‘doghouse’ eateries that served the best hotdogs, milkshakes, burgers and potato knishes on 42nd Street (“The Deuce”). It was the perfect place to end up after the week’s grind, as the prices were not only right, but also right next to the two-film matinees and live peep shows (‘those quarters are for the wash!’).
Hakim’s was located at 229-31 West 42nd Street, and sat under the shadow of the marquee of the Selwyn Theater. The luncheonette was open 7-days a week, only had 7 stools, and was run by Fred himself (wearing the hat). If you took a beat too long to place an order, Fred would rattle off his mantra without looking up from his task: “No loitering, no water, no ice, and no credit,” while his bull-doggish Puerto Rican short-order cook (in silver specs) would give you a glare to make sure you knew they meant business. Both men were no-nonsense and seldom served a smile with your fountain soda but the greasy goods spoke for themselves. His sons Glenn and Mark and daughter Lisa would join their father behind the counter in later years until the joint was forced to close down as part of an eminent domain eviction process by the Giuliani administration on October 19, 1997, to make way for the soulless, Disneyfied tourist strip we know today.
Today the American Airlines Theatre stands in part of what used to be Hakim’s. Fred was born in the Bronx but later lived in Rego Park, Queens with his wife, Jane. Fred passed away on April 25, 2012; he was 83. I can still smell his Coney Island-style chile-dogs and hear him croon “100% beef, 100% all the time.”
“The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog”
Ambrose Bierce
After a long day racing from meeting to meeting, what better way to unwind than taking the dog for a walk along the shore? Blissful, until said dog throws a hissy fit because you wouldn't let him:
1. chew a tampon he found on the shore (yes, really);
2. bring home a manky sock;
3. bring home a manky glove;
3. eat something unmentionable that he found on waste ground the other day and remembered as we were passing this evening.
Thankfully he got rid of his grumpiness by running upstairs and jumping all over Andrew when he got home. Nice.
In affectionate remembrance of
Horten Smart BOURN
Died 28th May 1918
Aged 54 years
Block 48 Plot 53
Occupation at death: Farmer
Occupation on probate: Auctioneer
Years in NZ: 54
Born: Springston, Canterbury [2]
Burial: Thursday 30th May 1918
OBITUARY.
The death took place in Christchurch yesterday of Mr Horten Smart Bourn, one of the best, known business men of that city. Throughout his life Mr Bourn was a hard worker, and he had enjoyed excellent health until about six years ago. He was attacked by illness then, but recovered to a large extent, although not in his usual health. He became ill again a fortnight ago, and the end, which was not entirely unexpected, came yesterday.
Mr Bourn was the fifth son of the late Mr Charles Bourn, who arrived at Lyttelton in 1850 in the Randolph, one of the historic first four ships. He was born at Riccarton in 1864, being one of a family of 18, comprising nine sons and nine daughters. He was educated at Springston, Southbridge, and at Christ's College. On leaving the last-named institution in 1880 he went to Timaru, to which town the family had removed. He joined the firm of Robert Wilkin and Co., merchants and auctioneers, in which Mr Bourn, sen., was a partner, and was manager.
After a few years he went on the land and about 20 years ago joined the staff of the National Mortgage and Agency Company asia stock agent in South Canterbury. Three years later he was transferred to the Christchurch office of the company. With the keen eye of the business man he saw opportunities ahead, and started the auctioneering department of the company. Under Mr Bourn's able work this department soon assumed big proportions, and about eight years ago he was appointed manager of the company.
In 1915 he retired from the company, and took up laud at Rakaia, which he continued work until the time of his death. Mr Bourn was also in the forefront in matters concerning the welfare of the province, and had been a member of the Chamber of Commerce for many years. He held office, as president in 1915-16 and 1916-17. Previously he had held the position of president of the New Zealand Woolbrokers' Association. [4]
Another obituary states he was a single man who in his younger days was a prominent cricketer and a keen sportsman. [5]
1909 took over as manager of National Mortgage & Agency Company of N.Z., Ltd on the retirement of Mr G.F. Martin[4]
“...instructions from the Trustees in the Estate of the- late MR HORTEN S. BOURN, to Sell at above time and place: 14 MARES and GELDINGS. 4 to 8 yrs; broken to all work
1 SPRING CART GELDING, 8yrs
10 MARES and GELDINGS, 2 to 4yrs; unbroken
AUCTIONEERS' NOTE.—-The late Mr H. S. Bourn was a noted judge of a horse, and the above were specially selected by himself personally. Neither time nor trouble were taken into consideration, as he was only buying the best procurable. The working horses are a particularly good lot, right out of hard work. The unbroken horses were specially selected for the future, and are much above the average. The Trustees have decided to offer the above for absolute UNRESERVED SALE, and those on the look-out for "quality" will find this Sale a most excellent opportunity to procure horses of undoubted merit. [1]
His probate available online here:
www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:QK9V-V2CC
Estate valued at under £6,000
Parents [2]
Father: Charles BOURN
Mother: Amy BOURN
Siblings mentioned in probate: Arthur Henry; Walter Lionel; Caroline Alice; Minnie Louisa; Edith Gertrude
(note obituary states he was one of 18 children).
Father arrived on board the Randolph, Lyttelton, 1850 and married in 1852 at St Michael's church, Christchurch[4][family tree link]
There is a family tree online with a small portrait at:
www.chrismahoney.co.nz/Smart/Amey.htm (accessed 30 May 2020)
SOURCES:
Christchurch City Council online cemetery database
[1]
National Library of New Zealand; Paperspast portal; Ashburton Guardian, 28 September 1918; paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AG19180928.2.31.3?qu...
[2]
familysearch.org; New Zealand, Civil Records Indexes, 1800-1966 and probate
[3]
National Library of New Zealand; Paperspast portal; Ashburton Guardian, 3 April 1909; paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AG19090403.2.40.3?it...
[4]
National Library of New Zealand; Paperspast portal; Ashburton Guardian, 29 May 1918; paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AG19180529.2.40?end_...
[5]
National Library of New Zealand; Paperspast portal; Sun (Christchurch), 29 May 1918;
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/SUNCH19180529.2.69.5...
In affectionate remembrance of Martha wife of Elijah Cartwright died September 28th 1879 aged 60 years. Also Annie Elizabeth wife of John H. Cartwright died June 4th 1895 aged 33 years. Also Elijah Cartwright died March 14th 1902 aged 83 years. John Henry Cartwright husband of Annie Elizabeth died April 3rd 1945 aged 85 years. Also Annie Elizabeth wife of John H. died December 11th 1951 aged 79 years.
Affectionately know as "Stubbsy" this artwork by Emma Stothard stands outside the Captain Cook Memorial Museum.
After his voyage with James Cook to the Pacific in the 18th century, Joseph Banks commissioned George Stubbs to paint a picture of a Kangaroo (entitled Kongouro) and this picture has been reinterpreted by Emma in the medium of Willow and Bronze wire on a Steel armature
Affectionately known as Atlanta's oldest and longest-run strip club, Clermont Lounge started out as a hotel/speakeasy in 1924. Legend says that Al Capone stayed in the entire top floor during a failed attempt to seize Atlanta's rackets. The strip club, founded as "The Anchorage Club" had survived numerous attempts by city officials to close the spot, before the municipal authorities finally succeeded in 2009 due to numerous health-code violations. I would not doubt it.
Poncey-Highland, Atlanta, Georgia
Affectionately known in the Kartaxon fleet as the "Robbie", the RBB-II is the most ungainly looking craft in the armada. Don't let its looks deceive you, this is a very maveuverable craft. Its light armament is sufficient to defend against most craft, and it is a very easy ship to fly. Many divisions in the fleet use it as a training ship, as well as a combat craft.
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I love writing those backstories. : 3 This was a test to see if I could make a Vic Viper with boxy front prongs.
Please comment if you fave, it only takes a second.
-IronBricks
Mulvantrai Mankad, affectionately known to cricketers throughout his life by his schoolboy nickname of Vinoo, died in Bombay on August 21, 1978, aged 61. He was one of the greatest allrounders that India has ever produced. In Tests he scored 2109 runs with an average of 31.47 and took 162 wickets at 32.31. He made five centuries and twice took eight wickets in an innings. Against New Zealand at Madras in 1955-56 he scored 231, and with P Roy put on 413 for the first wicket, a record for any Test. His average for that series was 105. When India gained their first victory over England, at Madras in 1952, his bowling was almost wholly responsible. On a wicket which gave him little assistance he took eight for 55 and four for 53. His most famous feat was against England at Lord's in 1952 when going in first he scored 72 and 184. In the second innings he went straight to the wicket after bowling 31 overs that day. In the whole match he bowled 97 overs and took five for 231. England won by eight wickets, but Mankad's performance must surely rank as the greatest ever done in a Test by a member of the losing side. Indeed in assessing his record one must remember that of the 44 Tests between 1946 and 1959 in which he played India won five only.
His first-class career started in 1935, but it was against Lord Tennyson's team in India in 1937-38 that he came into real prominence. With a batting average in the unofficial Tests of 62.66 and a bowling average of 14.53, he headed both averages, and Tennyson is reported to have said that he would already get a place in a World XI. In 1946 for India in England he made 1120 runs and took 129 wickets. He remains the only Indian ever to have accomplished this feat and no member of any touring side has achieved it since. In 1947 he went into League Cricket and, though he remained available in India during the winter, when they came to England in 1952, he was released for the Tests only. Indeed the Lord's Test was his first first-class match that season. He captained India in Pakistan in 1954-55. In his first-class career, which ended in 1962, he scored 11,480 runs with an average of 34.78 and took 774 wickets at 24.60.
As a batsman, he had great powers of concentration and a strong defence. His record stand with Roy lasted over eight hours and they were not separated till after lunch on the second day. At the same time, if a ball wanted hitting, he hit it. Many will remember how at Lord's in 1952 the match had barely been in progress half-an-hour when he hit Jenkins high over the screen at the Nursery End. He had a fine cover-drive and hit well to leg. Like many players of great natural ability he did not in attack worry overmuch about the straightness of his bat. In fact he was essentially a practical batsman who was prepared to go in cheerfully whenever his captain wanted and adapt his tactics to the state of the match.
As a bowler, he was a slow left-hander of the old-fashioned orthodox type, varying his natural legbreak with a faster one which came with his arm and got him lots of wickets. His figures in 1946 are the more creditable when one realises that for most of the tour he was suffering from an injury which made this ball tiring and difficult to bowl. As a boy he had experimented with the chinaman but was fortunately persuaded by that shrewd coach, Bert Wensley, to abandon it. For some years he was undoubtedly the best bowler of his type in the world.
His son, Ashok played for India in fifteen Tests as a batsman. The pair provide one of the rare instances of father and son both representing their country.
Affectionately known as the ‘Jelly mould’, superb unrestored example of this famous model
2014 Scottish Classic Motorcycle Show,
Photo by Alan Kempster for ACMCC
I'm getting back to scanning some of my "vintage men" photos. All are from my collection -- Please don't copy or redistribute. Thanks!
A Paddy Field Pipit making merry in an early morning Sunshine in Ahiron, W.B., India. It is really a wonder how often we try to get close to them and fail, but when they allow with faith and affection, then it is our time to celebrate with affection!! It was such a case to celebrate.
Affectionately known as a "Humpy" Holden - both for the styling, and the generation of Australians spawned by back-seat activity in one of 'em...
In affectionate remembrance of
Captain William Ostell PAVITT
2nd Btn N.C.I.N.Z. Defence Forces
and only son of the late
F and M PAVITT
who departed this life
on the 13th October 1909 aged 39 years
Erected by his comrades in the Canterbury district.
"He that believeth on the son has everlasting life John 3.36"
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A VOLUNTEER OFFICER KILLED. [United Press association.] Christchurch, Oct 13. When the volunteers were returning from their manoeuvres this afternoon in motor cars provided, and in many cases driven by the owners, an accident occurred near the Riccarton Hotel, whereby Captain William Ostell Pavitt, officer commanding the Civil Service Rifles was killed. The car was owned and driven by Mr Wm A. Humphreys and there were also with him Lieut Matthews (Civil Service Rifles),. Lieut Guthrie (Canterbury Highlanders) and Captain Salter (Adjutant of the Second North Canterbury Infantry Battalion). The car was travelling at a fair speed round the curve between the parks bordering the Riccarton road when the steering gear went wrong, with the result that the car collided with a tramway pole on i the- side of the road. The car bounded off the pole on to the road, and then collided, with another pole, when it was overturned. The occupants were thrown out on to the road, Captain Pavitt being killed almost instantaneously. The car was completely wrecked. Lieutenant Guthrie received severe injuries to his leg, Lieut Matthews was slightly cut about the hand and the other occupants were uninjured. Captain Pavitt was a clerk in, the office of the North Canterbury Education Board. He was unmarried. [1]
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At the Police Court to-day William Averill Humphreys, the driver of the motor car which met with an accident on Labour Day, resulting in the death of Captain Pavitt, was charged as follows:
“That on October 13, 1909, at Christchurch he did, by his negligence and improper driving of a motor car cause the death of one William Ostell Pavitt, and did thereby commit the crime of manslaughter." Humphreys was remanded till Friday. Bail was allowed. [2]
The funeral:
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...
A report on the court hearing via Truth newspaper
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...
This photograph is copyright. If you wish to purchase this photograph, please contact The secretary of The Friends of Linwood Cemetery Trust via their website www.linwoodcemetery.org.nz/
Please cite the link to the photo.
You will be supporting the good work that is carried out within the cemetery in their name.
References:
[1]http://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=search&d=TC19091014.2.58&srpos=8&e=-------10--1----0ostell+pavitt-all
Probate record: archway.archives.govt.nz/ViewFullItem.do?OID=19940874
[2]http://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&d=OW19091027.2.199&cl=search&srpos=1&e=-------10--1----0ostell+pavitt-all&st=1
Death is inevitable. Yet, when a senior and affectionate colleague suddenly dies, one is gripped with shock and grief. Rezaul Karim, a career Foreign Service officer of 1959 batch, was one of our most successful diplomats. He served as Bangladesh Ambassador to China, Iraq, Iran, and Soviet Union and as our High Commissioner to Sri Lanka and United Kingdom before his retirement from diplomatic service in 1992.
Among the Bangladesh Foreign Service officers, he has probably served as Ambassador to the largest number of countries. He returned to the diplomatic arena recently after long 13 years and went to Cairo as our Ambassador last August. He served in that capacity till his death.
Rezaul Karim was a language movement activist and a valiant freedom fighter. He declared his allegiance to Bangladesh in 1971 and served as the Deputy Chief of Bangladesh Mission in London. After the liberation of Bangladesh, Justice Abu Sayeed Chowdhury, who was heading the London Mission during the liberation war, returned to Bangladesh leaving him in charge.
The high point in his career came on 8 January 1971 when he was called to London Heathrow airport to receive Bangabandhu on his release from captivity in Pakistan. It was a defining moment in our national history. Rezaul Karim has given a graphic account of that memorable day in his latest books. It was Rezaul Karim who first apprised Bangabandhu about our War of Independence.
Soon thereafter, he was called to Dhaka to Head the European Division in the Foreign Ministry. During the initial years of our independence, he played an active role in obtaining recognition of Bangladesh by other countries, as well as in Bangladesh's joining various international organisations. Subsequently, he was sent to establish our Mission in Saudi Arabia and later became our Deputy High Commissioner in New Delhi. His first Ambassadorial assignment was to Sri Lanka in 1978.
I first came in contact with Rezaul Karim in 1971. At that time, along with my senior Bangali colleagues, I had left Pakistan Embassy in Washington DC, declared our allegiance to Bangladesh, and opened the Bangladesh Mission. We used to keep in touch with him in London. However, I met him for the first time in 1974 when I came to Dhaka from Washington DC on home leave.
He was always elegantly dressed, and very professional. He was kind and affectionate to his junior colleagues and was always generous with us. In 1979, on a trip to Dhaka from Colombo, he and Salma Bhabi took ten mid-level Foreign Service officers, and their wives, to a theatre in Bailey Road to see the play 'Sajano Bagan.'We thoroughly appreciated this kind gesture.
When I was posted in Bangladesh Mission to the UN in early eighties, he came on a visit to New York from Baghdad where he was our Ambassador. He had served in New York in the sixties. As usual, Rezaul Karim took all the officers and their wives for a sumptuous dinner at an expensive seafood restaurant on the New York wharf.
He also visited me in Jeddah where I was Consul General in late eighties. The Consulate General was still in the same building that he had rented in 1975. Many Saudi officials that I came in contact with still warmly remembered him.
Before I left on my ambassadorial assignment to Iran in mid-nineties, Rezaul Karim and Salma Bhabi hosted a farewell luncheon for my wife and me. He invited all our colleagues who had earlier served in Iran. He briefed me in detail about life in Iran and also emphasised the need for strengthening bilateral ties with Iran. He specifically mentioned that I should try to arrange a visit to Bangladesh by the Iranian President and also work for the establishment of direct air links between the two capitals.
He had a rich collection of books and antiques. After the lunch, he showed us his well-known collection of walking sticks from different parts of the world. These sticks were systematically numbered and arranged with brief description of each of them. This surely inspired my wife Tuhfa to intensify her own collection of walking sticks.
Rezaul Karim was posted in Tehran in late eighties and we were indeed happy to see how fondly the Iranian people remembered him and Salma Bhabi.
Within months of my arrival in Tehran, it was possible to arrange the first-ever visit by an Iranian President to Bangladesh. President Rafsanjani's visit to Bangladesh in November 1995 ushered in new era of bilateral cooperation including the agreement on setting up of the second oil refinery in Chittagong. Bangladesh also took advantage of that historic visit to establish air links between Tehran and Dhaka by Iran Air. Rezaul Karim was very happy at these positive developments.
After retirement from government service, Rezaul Karim actively joined politics and was a member of the Advisory Council of the BNP. He was so proud of his role in the liberation war and his attachment to Bangabandhu that many of his friends and well wishers believe that he had joined the wrong political party.
He was also the President of Bangladesh Commonwealth Society, and Chairman of PKSF (Palli Kormo-Sahayak Foundation), Presidents of Swanirvor Bangladesh and Kushtia District Association and many other social organisations. He was also a member of International Observer Groups, which monitored elections in Sri Lanka, Cameroon and Pakistan.
Last February, Rezaul Karim telephoned me to inform that two of his latest books, 'Kutniteker Abhigotta"and "Kutinitiker Diary", were being launched at the Ekushe Book Fair at Bangla Academy on that day. He wanted me to read the books, which were basically autobiographical, about his experiences in various capitals. He thought that I might find them interesting as I too had served in many of those stations, such as New Delhi, New York, Jeddah, and Tehran. I went to the book fair, bought the books and read them with keen interest.
My last encounter with him was last March when one of our local Bangla satellite TV channels had invited him and me to take part in their programme entitled "Probashe Muktijuddho" to narrate our experiences in London and Washington DC, respectively, in 1971.
I was quite surprised to learn, while I was in the US on a visit, that Rezaul Karim was going to Cairo as our Ambassador after so many years of retirement. He left for Cairo before I returned to Dhaka.
In his death, the country has lost a capable diplomat, a sound administrator and a dedicated public servant. At the personal level, Rezaul Karim was a caring eldest brother (his youngest brother told us before his namaz-e-janaza, how he took care of them when their father had passed away), a loving husband, an affectionate father and grandfather. He was a deep patriot and we were told at his Qul Khwani how he had gifted his personal house in Kushtia to his district Association.
I pay my tributes to this kind and sympathetic senior colleague and pray for the salvation of his departed soul. May Allah give Salma Bhabi, and their children and grand children the strength to bear this irreparable loss. Amen.
Syed Muazzem Ali is a former Foreign Secretary
Affectionately known as the “Tin Goose,” the Ford Tri-Motor was the largest civil aircraft in America when it first flew on August 2, 1926. Its all-metal, corrugated aluminum construction and the prestigious Ford name made it immediately popular with passengers and airline operators. Highlighted in this image are the propellers of the Ford Tri-Motor.
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Belonging to a Roman aged poodle owner, this bike shows the lengths to which affection will go for accommodating a cherished companion. Perhaps city streets and neighbourhoods could be built on such a premise.
Tigger being very affectionate and playful on the table. This was created from an animated GIF but is now a video.
The Grumman F8F Bearcat (affectionately called "Bear") was an American single-engine naval fighter aircraft of the 1940s. It went on to serve into the mid-20th Century in the United States Navy and other air forces, and would be the company's final piston engined fighter aircraft.
Grumman F8F-1 Bearcat NL9G flew for the US Navy as BuNo 90454. Its construction number is D.18. It was used as an instructional airframe as NAF Norman, Oklahoma in the 1950s. Ed Weiner of Los Angeles, California registered it as N6624C in 1959 and later changed the registration to N3551. Vernon D. Jarvis of Decatur, Illinois acquired it in 1963 and sold it to R. E. Schreder of Bryan, Ohio. Gunther W. Balz of Kalamazoo, Mishigan registered it as N9G in 1968. It flew as race #1 and then as race #7 Roto Finish Special. Preston Parish and the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum in Michigan acquired it in 1978 and restored it in Royal Thai Air Force colors. Now at Falcon Feild Mesa, Arizona.
This example was one of the 23 preproduction models ordered by the U.S. Navy after the prototype had been tested. and it was flown regularly until it crashed on Memorial Day weekend in 1995. Luckily, the damage was minimal, and it was decided that this rare fighter should be restored.
The museum's Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners before it was acquired by air race pilot Gunther Balz in 1968. Ten years later, Balz donated it to the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum.
This Bearcat served with VF-19 and, later, with VF-18. Then, in 1959, the late E.D. Weiner bought it for $500. It subsequently had a number of civilian owners
Affectionately known as "Nappy", this dirty girl enjoys long walks on the beach, sleeping with her roommates, and hanging out with her BFF, Baby.
mutual cuddles and affections.
outside kitty has grown exponentially affectionate.
he won't eat until he's had his cuddles and pettings.
i still don't know what to call him.
he doesn't really respond to anything, but in my mind
he'll always be "band-aid".
in other news, not a day goes by where i don't think of my other kitty.
it's become easier, but yesterday, a sympathy card from the vet reminded me.
as a sweet and sentimental gesture, they included a clay circle that had
Rocky's name imprinted on it with a generic paw print in the middle.
my initial feelings were: you have no right to send me this generic nonsense.
why do people do this? because with that token, and that card came flooding back
all the memories of Rocky's last day on this planet. they way i held him as he died.
how light and hollow his lifeless body felt, and how i kissed his soul-less head
for the last time before burying him. the feeling of just how limp he was, still warm - yet
gone forever. and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to just stand there holding
him forever, unable to let go completely just yet.
the image of his body lying in the ground is burned into my memory.
and while most of the time my thoughts of him are the happier ones,
receiving a card from the very veterinary clinic that helped me end his life became suddenly
overwhelming. it hasn't even been a full month yet, but i miss my little buddy so very much.
i still step wide over his favorite sleeping spots, or think that movements i see out of the
corner of my eye are him, or worst of all - expect him to be laying by the door waiting for
me when i come home.
after wrestling with these thoughts, i decided that they honestly didn't mean any harm
by it. it's good business after all, and all the signatures on the card were real and not
printed - so that means something, right?
i put the token on my bookshelf, next to the photo of Miss Sweetie Pie and
the snippet of Rocky's fur that i clipped just before his final hours.
a few minutes and a million thoughts later, i grabbed a can of cat food for outside kitty.
when i opened the door, i took one step and opened my mouth ready to call out to him -
but there he was. sitting outside the door, already waiting.
when he saw me he jumped up and meowed loudly whilst rubbing against my legs.
i dumped the food out for him, but he didn't go for it immediately.
instead he rolled around in front of me baring his belly, jumping up on occasion
to head butt my kneecaps. i sat down next to him and we enjoyed each other's
company for about fifteen minutes. i always know when he's hungry, but as i said
earlier, he doesn't eat until we've had "our time". sometimes i have to instruct him
as to when "our time" is over by picking him up, giving him kisses and scritches as
diagrammed in the photo above, and setting him next to his food.
i don't know where he came from, but i think i know why.
he is beautiful, and amazing, and so affectionate.
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Sacred to the memory of Thomas Newton Esq, and Rebecca his affectionate wife
Who lived many years the principal inhabitants of this Parish
And whose remains
Are deposited in a vault between the rails of the ???
And the wall to which this monument is affixed.
He was a man well and deservedly loved and as a Mark of ??
Successively elected Sheriff and Alderrman and in the year 1722
Mayor of this City.
Which office he discharged with integrity and peculiar Generosity.
Nor is she less to be remembered in her season
Being endowed with all Social Virtues and a pattern of
Conjugal and Parental affection.
She died the Eight day of February and he did not long survive the loss,
Exchanging this life for a better, the Eleventh day of July 1734(?)
Not out of Ostentation, nor to flatter the Deceased,
is this Marble erected, and this Inscription recorded,
but this short commemorative Recitall,
to testifye the Duty and Gratitude of the Living,
to their indulgent Parents.
One of their daughters, Rebecca, went on to marry a Miles Branthwaite from a well to do Norfolk family - Miles was not only a barrister but among his many roles was chief receiver of rents for the Bishop of Norwich. They had two children before she died and was buried at Hethel.
Mr. Arthur Branthwayte, fellow commoner of Caius college in Cambridge, and one daughter, Elizabeth
www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=78162
A portrait of her survives and can be seen here