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Toward the end of the year, I was getting tired of the netbook cart coming back in disarray from certain classrooms, so I made some polite reminders on neon yellow paper.

Today was all about cleaning up. My sewing area and fabric was in complete disarray. All the vintage fabric I picked up needed to be properly folded and organized, as well as all the sheet scraps I accumulated from cutting up sheets!

 

Since it is clean now, I thought a few photos were in order. I keep a few of my very favorite vintage fabrics directly above my sewing machine. This purple/blue/green print is my favorite fabric of all time!

 

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This is princess Nany of the twenty-first dynasty. When she died, she was nearly seventy and quite fat. Apparently, her face was ripped away for the gold by her own burial party, and her coffin was left in disarray in the corridor of the tomb in which her burial intruded. She has not received much attention in the literature as her burial was in a tomb that belonged to a much more important (and to egyptologists, interesting) person, Queen Merytamun, wife of Amenhetep II in the 18th dynasty.

Scout Hall, Shibden, was built in 1681 for Silk Merchant John Mitchell (1659–1696). Today it lies pretty much empty, as it has done since the 1980's. The 52 roomed building has a wonderful frieze above the front door depicting a fox hunt. Inside the building is in disarray, with flooring timbers missing, and evidence of some recent building work taking place. Currently on the English heritage "buildings at risk" register, Scout Hall is grade II* listed.

It was built as a calender building, with 365 panes of glass, 12 bays and 52 doors. The building failed to meet it's reserve price of £350,000 at Auction last September.

Cheerful faces are unusual in Hiroshige's series, which is dominated by faces either too small to be seen, averted, or set with a stern demeanor. Not so with these visitors from the countryside, who have just completed a visit to the Zōjōji Temple at the upper left, one of Edo's great sights, the burial site of the Tokugawa shoguns and a training center for Buddhist priests. Behind them is a group of novice monks, who would beg in the streets in the afternoons; their tightly ordered ranks and matched attire contrast with the laughing disarray of the rural visitors. The tourists will certainly stop next at Shiba Shinmei Shrine, the buildings to the right with the distinctive protruding roof beams and ridgepole logs.

 

March 24,

 

"In response to the threat of war, the king of Lenfald has declared that we fortify our borders in preparation for the storm. Every day the Loreesi grow nearer to our forests as they continue their aggressive expansion. During my own journey, I noticed several Lenfeld workers erecting great towers near the riverbanks. I have no doubt these will be of great use in the times to come, however, without a strong camp to rally and stage counterattacks from, I fear we will be left in total disarray. For this reason, I am aiding in the construction of a military encampment built near the Aines river. They call it Ainherlaf, meaning River-War. Though I hope it will not come to this, if war should come to Lenfald, this camp will be a bastion against any assailing force."

While “America First” is the announced doctrine of the current administration, Kagan argues that a world where the United States withdraws and tends only to itself is, perhaps, the worst possible response in the face of global disarray.

We shall not try to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedral nose, that horseshoe mouth; that little left eye obstructed with a red, bushy, bristling eyebrow, while the right eye disappeared entirely beneath an enormous wart; of those teeth in disarray, broken here and there, like the embattled parapet of a fortress; of that callous lip, upon which one of these teeth encroached, like the tusk of an elephant; of that forked chin; and above all, of the expression spread over the whole; of that mixture of malice, amazement, and sadness. - Victor Hugo

Stuck in the middle of Cleveland and Helen, Georgia.

This cheerful lillle gazania brightened this day. Pineneedles and pinecones all around in disarray.

this is the place for my business. I am still trying to pare down from my mass of stuff I had moving in. right now things are in disarray because we are trying to fix up the house.

Damn. Forgot camera again. (See pictures on Tricksy_gnome’s photostream.)

 

Mike went running in the morning and thought he was fine, but somehow managed to hurt his foot without feeling it during the run. (Or possibly while he was sitting and checking email at Pamela’s desk.)

 

Pamela had to go to a faculty retreat in the morning to schmooze and talk about mission statements and things. While we wait for her to get done, we sit around in her tiny, perfect loft and plot and scheme and google map estimate our trip south.

 

We are enormously self-satisfied at the end of this. I prepped harder for this trip than I did for my pharmacy boards. Unfortunately, we will discover that all the guidebooks and people we talked to on the phone have lied to us and our plans will quickly be in disarray.

 

Pamela ducks out of her afternoon meetings about rebranding the university and takes our smug selves to lunch at Bob’s Burger Bar. We have a view of a busy golf course (again, doesn’t anybody here have to go to work?) and a giant crematorium looking thing that they use to heat the place in the winter. The servings cross the line from ‘plenty’ to ‘gross’.

 

We wander around the boardwalk in Bellingham. After a while we wander down to the wharf where the ferry to Alaska docks. We find our catamaran easily, but the crew is missing. Pamela calls when it starts to get late and Cap’n Todd comes to find us. He apologizes for being late—he was in a meeting about the acquisition of a handicapped accessible catamaran.

 

The Gato Verde is the most PC boat imaginable. When there’s no wind, it runs on a plug-in hybrid battery and biodiesel. We use the battery to get out into the bay and it’s almost silent. An amazing amount of living space is packed into the two hulls—it sleeps ten if you count the coffin-like crew quarters at the bow (? Pointed front part?) of the boat.

 

Cap’n Todd has a cheek scar and beard like a proper crusty old sea captain and the demeanor of a chamber of commerce businessman (palm Treo and constantly fielding calls). The Cap’n is a Bellingham mover and shaker. He talks at length about the controversial Chuckanut Ridge development. Pamela mentions vague rumors that her office will be moved to the seaside and the Cap’n confirms that the university has bought the land in question.

 

The sun is painfully bright. I give up squinting around for wildlife early on and lie facedown on the netting strung between the two hulls on the front of the boat. Although the day is a little hazy, we can see Mount Baker and the mountain range north of Vancouver clearly. Mike is frustrated that the mountains do not look as impressive in his pictures.

 

We find some more wind out in the bay and make it almost all the way to Lummi island before turning back. Apparently on a mono-hull boat, we would have had to help with the process of turning the thing around—luckily Captain Todd can manage the catamaran all by himself and we are allowed to laze around.

 

We look at gorgeous little trinkets in the shops and have some peanut butter pie at the Colophon. We take Mike back to Whidbey Island to stay the night at our house.

 

This was their nice living room after we got through with it. If you look closely, you can see the Satan Jr. shirt I stole from Marina becuase it was cool, but never wear becuase it's too small.

A digital reimagining of nature’s chaos, where AI interprets the wild dance of ice in serene stillness.

 

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An apartment sits in decay along side the Pacific Ocean in the Ocean Beach area of San Diego, California USA. Copyright 2015 Brett Hanavan Photography

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Fierce one must keep afraid of ferocious one,

You are medallion of hope, and metal of future;

Yet they describe a fool to disarray the feeders

And givers of fear and folly, of gradients and grievances.

 

- Fierce One, by Naveed Akram

Scout Hall, Shibden, was built in 1681 for Silk Merchant John Mitchell (1659–1696). Today it lies pretty much empty, as it has done since the 1980's. The 52 roomed building has a wonderful frieze above the front door depicting a fox hunt. Inside the building is in disarray, with flooring timbers missing, and evidence of some recent building work taking place. Currently on the English heritage "buildings at risk" register, Scout Hall is grade II* listed.

It was built as a calender building, with 365 panes of glass, 12 bays and 52 doors. The building failed to meet it's reserve price of £350,000 at Auction last September.

Sending the blue/tan one away, and recieved the grey/colored one from Delightful Disarray.

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NEW ORLEANS CITIZENS TAKE TO THE STREETS TO DEMAND

THE RESIGNATION OF DISTRICT ATTORNEY EDDIE JORDAN

 

New Orleans citizens, fed up with the resurgence of violent crime in their city, will stage a protest in front of the Cabildo on Jackson Square on Monday, July 16 at 6 a.m. to demand the resignation of District Attorney Eddie Jordan.

 

Although every component of the city’s criminal justice system has been in disarray since Hurricane Katrina, the district attorney’s office is widely seen as the biggest obstacle to reform because of its pattern of not pursuing charges.

 

In just the past two weeks, the D.A.’s office has dropped murder charges against suspects in two high-profile murder cases: that of Dinerral Shavers, gunned down in his car, and last summer’s quintuple murder in Central City. In both cases, the D.A.’s office cited lack of witnesses as the reason for the dismissals. However, in the Shavers case, there were other witnesses and evidence, inexplicably not used; and in the Central City murders, New Orleans police were able to locate the supposedly un-findable witness within a matter of hours of learning about the dismissal.

 

These incidents come on the heels of a protest march in January, in which 5000 New Orleanians took to the streets to demand that city officials address the rampant violence that had taken over the city. Notably, although mayor Ray Nagin and Superintendent of Police Warren Riley attended, Mr. Jordan did not. At that time, Mr. Jordan claimed a 92% conviction rate, although he declined to provide statistics on the number of cases he chooses not to pursue, raising questions as to the validity of the 92% figure he provided.

 

In the past, Mr. Jordan has shown disdain for anyone questioning the actions of his agency. Most notably, he stormed out of an Nightline interview with ABC’s Brian Ross when Ross pressed him about whether his office had performed as it should.

 

It appears that Mr. Jordan has lost the confidence not only of the citizenry, but of his fellow politicians as well. Mayor Nagin released a statement last week condemning the D.A.’s office for its “a disturbing pattern in which the DA dismisses charges without securing assistance from NOPD or any other entity in the criminal justice system.” Councilwoman Shelley Midura has publicly called for Mr. Jordan’s resignation, saying, “I no longer believe you have the consent and support from the public required to perform your duties adequately.”

Clumsy finchy.

 

I actually did slip down some stairs once. They were solid marble, and I went down about five of them on my bum. The first thing I did was laugh hysterically, even though there was no one around, and it hurt like hell. :)

 

check this lady's photo out for more spilled bag funzies....

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This farmhouse, on the Gavel Family Farm Preserve, appears to have been abandoned in a hurry. There are still papers, furniture, clothing, and other detritus strewn everywhere and rotting. Now that the windows are big gaping holes, letting the elements in, I fear this house's days are numbered. I didn't venture inside; floors are starting to cave in, and it looked very dangerous.

 

It's sad to contemplate what brings a home to this kind of end. Was there an elderly person who had to be transferred to other living arrangements one day, before their effects could be squared away? Did someone die suddenly and leave the disarray behind? It's sad and more than a little mysterious...

Looks like they updated a while back: note the "newer" mobile home on the left in

the background. Lots of disarray here....

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Campamento frances French Camp

En 1521 en pleno levantamiento comunero, la ciudadanía de Logroño hizo frente a las tropas del oportunista rey francés Francisco I. Las tropas de André de Foix, formadas por bearneses, labortanos, franceses y bajonavarros y engrosadas después por altonavarros, atravesaron Navarra para atacar Logroño. Treinta mil soldados según crónicas de la época, comandados por el General Asparrot sitiaron la ciudad. El sitio comenzó el 25 de mayo, siendo el capitán Vélez de Guevara el encargado de organizar la defensa. Se convocó junta general de la ciudad en la Iglesia de Santiago y mandó a Asparrot la siguiente misiva: 'Logroño no abrirá sus puertas al enemigo, mientras uno de sus habitantes tenga vida para combatir. Nos defenderemos hasta la muerte'. El cerco se formalizó el 24 de mayo y los ataques (con 29 cañones), escaramuzas, combates y pérdida de vidas humanas fueron numerosos. Se intentaron varias estrategias, como la de anegar el campamento francés mediante una riada hasta el 10 de junio, cuando la escasa guarnición de la ciudad junto con valerosos habitantes atacó por la noche el campamento enemigo, infundiendo confusión y temor en las tropas atacantes, advirtiendo a los soldados que se acercaba Antonio Manrique de Lara, Duque de Nájera, con un ejército de 20.000 hombres. Ante semejante amenaza, Asparrot mandó levantar el asedio y huyó con sus tropas en desbandada. Al día siguiente, 11 de junio, la ciudad celebró la victoria y juró el 'voto de San Bernabé'. Esto se celebra cada 11 de junio en la festividad de San Bernabé. El emperador Carlos I de España, para que perdurase la memoria del triunfo, mandó añadir tres flores de lis al escudo de la ciudad. Este acto se firmó en Valladolid el 5 de julio de 1523. El actual arco de la muralla del Revellín, que adorna la antigua entrada a la ciudad sitiada por los franceses, comenzó a construirse en 1522, o sea, un año después del asedio.

 

In 1521 at full lift commoner, Logroño citizenship faced the troops of French King Francis I. opportunistic Troops André de Foix, consisting of Béarn, labortan, and thickened bajonavarros French and later by Navarrese, Navarra crossed to attack Logroño. Thirty thousand soldiers as chronicles of the time, commanded by General Asparrot besieged the city. The siege began on 25 May, being the captain Vélez de Guevara in charge of organizing the defense. General meeting was convened in the city at the Church of Santiago and Asparrot sent the following letter: ''Logroño not open its doors to the enemy, while a life of its inhabitants have to fight. We will defend to the death''. The fence was completed on May 24 and the attacks (with 29 guns), skirmishes, battles and loss of human lives were numerous. It tried various strategies, such as flooding the French camp by a flood until 10 June when the little garrison town with courageous people attacked at night the enemy camp, instilling confusion and fear among the attacking troops, warning soldiers approaching Antonio Manrique de Lara, Duke of Nájera, with an army of 20,000 men. Faced with this threat, Asparrot lift the siege and sent his troops fled in disarray. The next day, June 11, the city celebrated the victory and vowed the "vote of St. Barnabas'. This is celebrated every June 11 on the feast of St. Barnabas. Emperor Charles I of Spain, to endure the memory of the victory, he had to add three fleurs de lis on the coat of the city. This act was signed in Valladolid on July 5, 1523. The current arc of the wall of Revellín, which adorns the old entrance to the city besieged by the French, begun in 1522, that is, one year after the siege.

 

When I stopped at the abandoned IHOP this past weekend, I also noticed that this Days Inn just down the road from the IHOP also looked abandoned. My first clues were that the entrance to the parking lot was roped off, the front door of the lobby had an asbestos warning sign, and the front lobby appeared to be in disarray.

Four nights. The interior began to show signs of disarray. One more night to go.

 

Moose Lake Cabin. Beaverhead-Deerlodge National Forest, Montana.

Thousands of UK air passengers face flight cancellations as the Icelandic ash cloud closed in on Britain, threatening serious disruption to schedules.

 

Travel plans were thrown into disarray for passengers at airports in Scotland and Northern Ireland, while even the US president, Barack Obama, was forced to amend his itinerary, flying into London earlier than planned to avoid the dense plume drifting towards the UK.

 

Forecasters predicted the volcanic cloud, which billowed from Iceland's Grímsvötn volcano, would reach Scotland and Northern Ireland in the coming hours, with much of the UK being covered by midday. But as a string of carriers announced cancellations, the transport secretary, Philip Hammond, said Britons had "to learn to live" with chaos caused by volcanic activity.

What might resemble disarray is anything but as the team breaks formation in preparation for upcoming maneuvers.

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Mysterious woods, a disarray of moss-covered boulders that, ages ago, thundered down the steep mountains - near Ramsau (Hintersee) in Berchtesgadener Land, a district in Bavaria.

 

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The Wii is taking over my life! I CANNOT stop playing MySims for anything. Notice the messy background. Our apartment is falling into disarray.

 

Is there a support group for this?? It's getting totally WII-diculous.... wow that wasn't even REMOTEly funny.... oh crap! I can't stop!

talk talk - "chameleon day" (the colour of spring)

 

only of the night

and its darkness am I calling

only of the night

my relief in its falling

 

breathe on me

eclipse my mind

it's in some kind of disarray

 

killing time

I cradle fine

chameleon days

chameleon day

 

20x200 artist Wendy Heldman will be opening a solo show, Of Course and Never, this Saturday, February 14th @ JAIL Gallery in LA. Like Wendy's edition print, the show features work that reveal to us curious scenes of disarray that alarm as much as they entice. In her artist statement Wendy suggests that the "series of paintings of the interiors of a university library in the aftermath of a natural disaster is not committed to an accurate auditing of the untenable wreckage, but shows what such a site represents- the futility of invention and architecture in such a cataclysmic environmental condition."

 

From the press release:

 

JAIL Gallery is pleased to present "Of Course and Never", a solo exhibition of paintings by Los Angeles-based artist Wendy Heldmann. Library aisles appear in Heldmann's paintings as they are never seen. Tomes slump in their shelves, books lie in unintelligible piles on the floor, and periodicals are strewn across aisles, defying the organizing principles that make their contents accessible. The entropic state of these compositions is amplified through a use of paint that further enacts such a state. Whether alluding to the obsolescence of tactile information systems such as libraries, allegorizing the innavigable results of an obtuse google search, or simply documenting the varying degrees of disarray left after a thorough ransacking, "Of Course and Never" oscillates between affirmation and negation of each perspective.

 

A 32 page book will accompany the exhibition and is available here

 

Opening Reception: Saturday, February 14th from 6-10PM

 

JAIL Gallery

February 14- March 14, 2009

965 N. Vignes St., #5A

Los Angeles, CA

 

Gallery hours :

Wed - Sat, 12-6pm

 

Wendy's 20x200 edition print: Darkness moves

Wendy's website

Roll me down the centre line

Run me through the changes

Hold me in the summer light

Creosote

Ocotillo

 

Sun is like an open eye

Big wind is blowing over

Lead me to another life

All my ties are broken

I'm in wonderful disarray

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq5X2G5qKQI

 

Fouquieria splendens (commonly known as Ocotillo), but also referred to as buggywhip, coachwhip, candlewood, slimwood, desert coral, Jacob's staff, Jacob cactus, and vine cactus) is a plant indigenous to the Sonoran Desert and Chihuahuan Desert and Colorado Desert in the Southwestern United States (southern California, southern Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas), and northern Mexico (as far south as Hidalgo and Guerrero). en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocotillo

 

CC BY-SA picture of Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens), Pinyon Wash Road, Anza Borrego Desert State Park, California by DiverDave on Wikimedia Commons w.wiki/62fP

somewhat in disarray. usually it is a mite better organized.

Two Dangers constantly threaten the world: Order and Disorder. - Paul Valery

 

On July 18 2012 Melbourne Airport experienced a power outage, throwing the airport into disarray, and delaying flights by a number of hours

He is the core of love and joy, and even in my darkest moments of feeling lost and in disarray, I know there is light to guide me if I just look for it. ❤

God gets most of the credit for that one and an architect that probably died more than 70 years ago gets the rest. Turn of the century White Oak is full of character on its own. All I had to do was look up and see it. It is a tall house 2 stories plus. This is the attic window on the west side of the house nearly 30 feet from the ground with late afternoon sun. I used a monopod to steady the shot.

Built in 1937 for the Ski Club of Victoria and dedicated to a pioneer skier, Cleve Cole, this hut was illustrated in the club's journal `Schuss' as a rubble stone gabled building with casement widows and stone chimney. Larger than most cattlemen's huts, the design had a porch and wood box, a living space with a 10 person bunk at one end and a bunk room with heating slabs at the other. In the centre was the fireplace. A kitchen and eating alcove adjoined on the south side{ see also Stephenson: 206}. A memorial stone on the wall of this hut was inscribed with the words: `In Memory of Cleve Cole Died 1936'{ Stephenson: 214}. His death arose from a disastrous skiing trip across the Bogong High Plains with (Percy E ) Mick Hull and Howard Michell, all three being very experienced{ MP p.70}. The architect was Malcolm McColl, Tom Fisher and Harold Doughty acted as labourers on the construction while the stonework was formed by Art Downer and the foreman was M McLaren{ Stephenson (1982): 360f.}. McLaren remained on the site from the 21 February to 17 May 1937 to complete the work. The foundations were in place by March 1937. The huts origins are linked with the August General Meeting of the SCV when a committee, consisting of Gordon Brown (chair), Harold Brockhoff, V Letcher (Vic. Railways), AW Shands, D Gray and D Stogdale, was initiated to raise funds for a memorial hut on Mt Bogong. Other members coopted to the committee were H Doughty (scouts), AW Keown (Vict. Railways), Miss BM Kermode (treasurer and part of the Government Tourist Bureau) and M McColl (architect, designer of hut). Apart from its memorial function the hut would allow access to `really excellent ski runs, better than exist elsewhere in Victoria, becoming accessible to skiing enthusiasts on the highest mountain in the State'{ `Australian & New Zealand Ski Year Book' 1937, p51}. This could not be achieved without `a substantial building' and stone was opted for as the least likely to deteriorate in those conditions, resulting in a cost estimate of 500 pounds and a public appeal. Within 6 months, up until March 1937, they had raised 350 pounds and after a visit to the State Tourist Committee, they obtained 200 pound State Unemployment Fund grant for use to employ local labour in the hut construction. McColl (architect) and Doughty worked on erecting the hut in the summer of 1936-7, preparing three construction stages: the first being the public bunks (for 10) and living space (with fireplace), the second being a club bunk room served by heating slabs in the rear of the fireplace (locked, as club rooms), and the last stage was the kitchen, meal annexe and bathroom{ ibid.}. This plan also obtained approval from the SCV Hut & Trip sub-committee. This hut was one stage in a grand scheme for the mountain, one which might cause considerable controversy today. Then skiers used the Staircase Spur and Bivouac Hut to ascend to the slopes. This route was developed to Cole's plan which had meant the removal of `young timber which grows so vigorously along the crest of the ridge but more clearing and widening of the track was needed. A better solution was a new all-weather access road up the Big River Valley or another around the north or south face of the mountain and entering Camp Valley below the tree line ibid.}. Meanwhile the hut site access time had been cut down by an hour by road and track improvements via Staircase such that 4 hours on horse and 5 hours on foot from Cooper's property to the site was typical{ ibid.}. The Lone Scout section of the Boy Scouts Association had provided for the transport cost of the 11 tons of building materials from Melbourne to Tawonga (Cooper's). Local carter, Dudley Walker, packed the materials across the next 8 mile stage, costing some 19 pounds per ton and taking 6 weeks (February 21- April 7th) with 8 horses. Bright builder, George Sharpe who was experienced in stone construction, was selected to provide quantities and labour costing for the hut. Building materials were provided by H Parsons P/L at cost and D&W Chandler (Fitzroy hardware merchants) also provided discounts. The shell was of stone, with 2 feet high, 15" thick foundation walls set in reinforced concrete, with a damp course and the 12" thick walls built on them. Steps led to the entry area which had a large wood box and ski rack (20 pairs) and from there to the living area with its stone fireplace lined with fire bricks and flanked with two large drying cabinets (heated by slabs in the side of the fireplace and fitted with shelves for boots and hooks for clothes). Water from a spring some 420' distant, was piped into the kitchen bathroom section with its sink and draining board, shelves and a wash basin. There was also a colonial oven, a washing recess and hand pump, and a shower. This hut was thought to be the first to use double casements (double glazing) in a snow resort. The floor level was elevated and the roof was kept to a shallow grade to stop the snow from sliding off and building up around the entrance and windows. The final cost would be about 600 pounds. `The hut has been erected on a site which has a most commanding outlook with glorious views in all directions, has substantial firewood supply right on the spot and is very easily approached from the summit of the mountain'{ ibid.}. A little over 10 years later, the hut had deteriorated considerably to such an extent that its structural soundness would be questionable unless urgent work was done in the Summer of 1948-9. So reported its designed, Malcolm McColl. The main problem was a lack of flashing to one side of the chimney which allowed large quantities of snow to penetrate a 2" gap into the hut ceiling. The roofing also needed renailing and the stone chimney itself was not only too short (requiring an extension pipe to stop it smoking) but had nearly disintegrated. It needed rebuilding. The front steps had been almost destroyed as the mortar had not set in the original construction. The last painting was in 1941 and this too needed redoing at least annually. The putty was falling out and the window sashes coming to bits{ DCNR file H.019905 Report on Inspection of Cleve Cole Memorial Hut November 28-30 1948}. McColl thought that if the standard of maintenance was not kept up the users of the hut would not take care of it. In 1949, the SCV revealed plans to reduce the wear on the hut by building another unlocked shelter with two bunks and a stove nearby. The public would then be charged for access to the original hut on the same scale as members were for the club section of the hut. The money would go into a trust fund to maintain the building. The hut was thought to be the only comfortable accommodation on the Mountain and must remain accessible to the public if only to carry out the development plans of its namesake{ DCNR file H.019905 letter from SCV (H Cartledge) 13.12.49}. With the rapid development of Kiewa scheme and all its infrastructure, more people would soon have easy access to the area. Along with the repointing and rebuilding parts of the stonework, painting the woodwork `new green', renailing the roofing and inserting flashing, other works planned included provision of new high pressure chrome plated taps to basin and sink, one inch boarding to porch interior walls, new glass panes and puttying, new Whitco casement stays to all windows, painting of ceiling with Muraltone along with other interior woodwork, painting the kitchen and shower in light tones, removal of the wall between the kitchen and meal alcove and install kitchen bench around the alcove with shelves above, install shelves around bunks, repair Caneite ceiling and strapping, decrease number of bunks in clubroom and provide storage instead, and wired glass to lower bunk windows. The SCV also reacted to the complaints of local people over the locking up of the hut. The SCV pointed to the generous help provided by the old generation of cattlemen such as the Maddisons, Battys, Fitzgerald, and the Hodgkins of Mitta. They then pointed to the new breed of cattlemen who used the hut for mustering and often left it in disarray. These same men quoted exorbitant prices for cartage for hut (or any) repairs, making the hut maintenance and supplying the hut with the items which they used (straw palliasses, radio batteries, kerosene) near impossible. In the 1945 (Gadsen? 1943) tragedy, only one of them provided aid and he was well rewarded. meanwhile the club was being asked to provide a lean-to for saddles and chaff storage. High cartage costs had already stopped the repair of Summit hut and the snow pole line although the club recognised that the current generation was not interested in pack horse work as their fathers had been. Another development connected with the hut was the installation by the SCV of a 65 feet high emergency radio mast (designed by Mal Wotzko) near the hut, to communicate with the Mt Hotham Chalet and a mobile station at Brighton (Don Bennett's house). The mast was packed up the Staircase Spur by Wally Ryder after considerable effort by both the horses and club members{ JM LLoyd: 431f.}. Formed in 1965, the Mt Bogong Club was formed and subsequently took over maintenance of this and the by then decrepit Summit Hut{ DCNR file H.031617}. They also were responsible for the controversial erection of Michell Hut in 1967 and further `primitive' development proposals for the mountain. The club sought immediate replacement of the burnt Summit Hut (along with Bivouac and Maddison's) in 1978 with a substantial stone structure which had been already proposed by the Alpine Club in 1974 but refused{ DCNR file H.031617 summary 1979}. The hut was described in 1983 as built of stone, maintained by the Bogong Ski Club and possessing accommodation for 12 in 1983{ NPS (1983): 45}. One room had 3 beds, radio equipment, and Bogong Club members' belongings, and was kept locked. The main room had bunks for 10, a table, chairs, bench seating and tools. A pot-belly stove had been installed, all bunks had mattresses and water was reticulated to the hut from a small irregular spring{ Boadle (1983): 14}. Camp Creek (c200m away) is a more reliable source. Then the hut was very popular in summer for walkers while cattlemen made infrequent use of it. It was only accessible by horse or on foot via the Alpine Walking Track (then eroding){ ibid.}. A log stockyard was 400m distant. Walkers and skiers used the hut and it also had `historic value'. The hut was proposed by the National Parks Service to be maintained in its current form. The hut was being extended, reputedly to the original plans, by the Bogong Ski Club in the late 1980s{ NTA 6018 J Lennon (CF&L), letter 8.4.88 to NTA confirming- presumed added store which was not part of the original plan}. The addition is marked with the date 1989. Cleve Cole Cole was a member and Scout Master (North Fitzroy) in the Boy Scouts Association such that in 1924 he was part of the Overseas Scout Contingent at the Wembley Jamboree and in 1929 at the Arrowe Park Jamboree. His work with the Lone Scout section is best remembered, having coedited the handbook for this branch of scouting for use internationally. Cole was also an adventurer, opening up many new ski runs as part of his favoured recreation in the later part of his life: he pioneered the north approach to Mt Fainter in 1932 and visited Bogong again and again. He was the inspiration behind the SCV's interest in the mountain and it was he who pursued its development as a ski resort most vigorously. He was chairman of the Hut & Trip Committee of the club. He camped on Bogong for a week during 1934 when, at mainly his own expense and with the aid of cattleman, Walter Maddison, he had built the Bivouac Hut on Staircase Spur as part of his grand plan for the mountain. Malcolm McColl Designing snow accommodation at Mt Hotham, Bogong, Buller and Falls Creek, McColl was perhaps the earliest architect to specialise in this field. He was a member of the SCV, Alpine Club, Mt Bogong Club, and the University Ski Club; he was also a founding director of Ski Tows Ltd.{ Lloyd: 304}.

as the demolition proceeds in our bathroom, this is the current disarray of our den.

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