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My father was one of five siblings and this is his brother, my uncle, John, in his youth. As a child I saw my uncle John as a quiet man, uncomfortable with family crowds, the last of the long line of coalminers. He had become estranged from his siblings, who had gone off to bigger towns or other careers.
Uncle John had built a small town life with a family of his own before succumbing to the toll taken on his health from years in the coalmines.
FIRE SALE, AS IS, $US CASH ONLY, for immediate sale, groceries and children's clothing included! In this photo, I took several years ago I wonder, in today's overheated real estate market, how much this hotel would fetch, with its convenient central international downtown location, its security fence for privacy, and its handy built-in grocery store.
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Archives box.
Rare archive image of my maternal grandmother (Mamy) with my grandfather (who died before I was born) on a little boat, living life.
Mid-sixties / Mid-seventies (?)
In one of Mistress Berryessa's many chambers, she prepares for the coming solar flare that will wipe out an unpredictable amount of electronic data, as has been foretold by the godex Lux.
She has recruited a good portion of male Blueberry resources as manual scribes to create analog backups. Normally she would let even a common Raspberry oversee this mission, but seeing as she had so many subservient males indoors with her, it only seemed fitting that she should have some fun with them ;) Here we see a poor soul who complained about having to use only a pink crayon being subjected to one of Berryessa's most subtle, but deadly serious tools: a feather.
Was rummaging through my archives and found this colored version of the pic that i posted last year i think...
Testing an addressable LED strip a while back, below the streets of Newcastle in the Victoria Tunnel.
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this week in 2008, my mom was in town for a few days. we had a good time shopping, wandering around central park and ogling the striped steps at moma.