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The Neue Wache (New Guard House) is a building in central Berlin designed by the architect Karl Friedrich Schinkel. It has been redecidcated numerous times but most recently in 1993, as the "Central Memorial of the Federal Republic of Germany for the Victims of War and Tyranny."
At its heart now lies Käthe Kollwitz's sculpture Mother with her Dead Son. This sculpture is directly under the oculus, and so is exposed to the rain, snow and cold of the Berlin climate, symbolising the suffering of civilians during World War II.
In shadow it holds a ghostly mother and son silhouette.
I was thinking about you today and I do that a lot it seems. You're always in my heart by day, at night you drift into my dreams. I cannot shake these feelings for you,
but then I'd never had a desire to. The blessing of our love and friendship, is something I want to share with you. (excerpt from THOUGHTS OF YOU by Author: Thomas E. Napper)
We are at a crossroad of our life where we all want the After to be better than the Before. We feel as though life is not on "purpose", scared of what the future may hold for us or angry at what has happened in the past.
To me, life is about living each moment as it comes and not worrying about what has taken place or may happen in the future. It is about being certain that each moment of your life is being lived exactly as it is supposed to be to learn the lessons you were brought here to learn.
But, for past couple of years, as I believe that we create our destiny through our thought process... This myth or whatever you may call it has been shattered and cracked so many times... The dust & debry around me make me wonder about how to live a peace filled life. Why there is so much pain, suffering, bloodshed & wars happening around us. The more I think "Why", the deeper in thoughts I go behind the memory lane. Scattered bodies, smoke & shouting people create a wetness in my eyes.
But, at the end it all comes down to hope.. "Hope when all else fails." Hope is something you should have no matter when, not just when things are failing, but all the time. Hope gives you options and can change all of those bricked walls surrounding your into ones with doors.
Taken: Camp at Jalkhad beside River Kunhar, Upper Kaghan Valley, Pakistan.
Taken in side the premises of Taj Mahal.The lady was looking at the Taj Mahal and was all engrossed in her thoughts.
Nov 2008- Agra
So I was on a hike earlier today and passed by a very small Buddhist temple. I dropped in a coin (100円, aka about a dollar) for offering, rang the bell, bowed twice, clasped my hands twice, then bowed again, and finally made a wish (per the usual custom). I wished for “Enlightenment”. After a brief pause reflecting on why I chose that as what to wish for, I then turned and walked away.
I hadn’t even made it 10ft yet and I noticed there was a break in the clouds and the sun peaked through showering me directly in it’s warm rays. I thought to myself, “that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it anyway!” I then started to walk up the path towards the lookout point. After about 30ish or so paces deep in thought, I for some reason turned to look back over my shoulder.
First thing I saw was that the clouds were breaking up much faster now. I stopped and turned fully around only to then be greeted by a bright stunningly beautiful rainbow just starting to emerge (later becoming a partial double rainbow as you see here before dissipating and then returning back a while later as a single rainbow again, only much larger and having a full arc filling the horizon).
As I stood in awe, the rainbow started moving (probably an illusion of the clouds I think, but I can’t be sure, it might have really been moving) and it looked like the tail end of the rainbow was moving right straight towards me. It of course never “caught up” to me (darn! could’ve proven if there really was a pot of gold or not), but it definitely was quite a sight to see none the less, one I will likely never forget!
So was this all just coincidence or is there something out there that heard my wish and is sending me a sign of sorts in response?
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Don't give me up,
don't give me up tonight
or soon nothing will be right at all
salvation,
will you find out who you are too late to change?...
I wish I could be
every little thing you wanted.......
Dishwalla
Joi Ito, a famous entrepreneur and a venture capitalist, was having a deep meditation in an office in Tokyo, thinking about the future of the world.
Milton Goldsbrough aged 18 years far right, and who were thought to be his brothers Hector and Roy on left in uniform. They bear very little likeness however, to other photographic images and AIF descriptions for same. Hector possibly, as he re-enlisted (from being AWL) in November 1915. Roy if this was he, is in his Militia uniform, and he didn't enlist until March 1916. Cousin, John Joseph enlisted in July 1915 and embarked 8th October of 1915 so he could be present.
Other relatives worth a mention
Reginald Goldsbrough Higgs (1st cousin), Enlisted 23 June, embarked 9th August 1915.
and
From the Sheppard line:
Hunter Parkman Sheppard (aged 20 years) - Enlisted 24 November 1915
Charles Henry Sheppard (Aged 44 years) - Enlisted 1st July 1917
Edward Montgomery Sheppard (aged 37 years) - Enlisted 7th may 1917
Service records for Sheppard's show North Manly for place of residence, as Waine and Martin Streets. deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=273150
Date of this family photo will pre-date Milton's embarkation for Egypt on 20th December 1915.
Identity of other persons (family) in the portrait is unknown. Woman seated centre appears to be of Indigenous or Islander ethnography. Could be anyone either side of the Samuel Goldsborough - Inman camps. Who are they? and why were his father William and mother Emma not present at this sitting. They may be family or neighbourhood of Manly acquaintances.
Magnified inset 1: Is the small image within the locket, that of another young son now serving on the battlefields of France....or in the memory of someone dear, already lost! There seems to another person standing behind the effigy, obscured by the woman's collar.
Inset 2 right: Though a little more heavier in set, could this be a younger depiction of the same (centre) person.
Summary of AIF service:
Milton Goldsborough
deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=113403
John J. Goldsborough
deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=113402
Reginald Goldsbrough Higgs
deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=136993
Roy Goldsbrough
deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=113406
Hector Goldsbrough
deepthought.hass.adfa.edu.au:8080/showPerson?pid=113404
Photos
Main: Norman Goldsborough.
Inset: From the collection of Elsie Goldsborough.
The Goldsborough Family in Australia
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The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
After an afternoon of looking at too many mid-XXth century science and technology ads, this option for the "Design is..." playoff came together.
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God & Man
I was never the first person you would call. I was never the first person on your list. I was never enough for you. I was never the person that you wanted me to be. I was never your priority.
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