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Remembering Selma Huxley Barkham: friend, historian and geographer.
Selma was an extremely loving and talented woman and through her research added a great deal to Canadian History. You can read more about her amazingly interesting life here in a tribute to her by her daughter, Oriana Barkham Huxley and granddaughter, Serena Barkham:
ON INTERNATIONAL WOMEN"S DAY & HER BIRTHDAY:
Remembering Selma Huxley Barkham: historian and geographer specialising in Basque connections to Canada
by Oriana and Serena Barkham
The yellow tent was up and straining on its guy ropes in the Labrador wind. The black flies were viciously biting. Rain poured down. They were cold and soaked to the bone. But Selma Huxley Barkham, with her two youngest children in tow, was ecstatically happy. She had found what she was looking for: eroded pieces of red roofing tiles scattered on the shores, in vegetable patches and in gardens.
The locals called the red tile ‘red rock’, and some, as children, had used it to write on school slates. But Selma knew that the tiles had been brought in ships across the Atlantic from the Basque Country in the sixteenth century. On the way over to Terranova, the New Found Land, the tiles were used as ballast. On the return journey, the ships hulls were filled with barrels of whale oil, and sometimes with dried or green salted cod. The tiles were left in Terranova where they were used to construct roofs over shelters, and the ovens where whalers boiled down whale oil.
Selma now knew her excursion to Labrador in the summer of 1977, funded by the Royal Canadian Geographical Society, to identify Basque whaling sites in the 1500s & 1600s, was a success. In each port she had so painstakingly identified as having been used by the Basques in the 16th and 17th centuries, she had found tiles. Years of interest, meticulous research, and gruelling hours in archives had brought her here.
Selma’s first awareness of the Basques was as a child in the 1930s, when she and her brother Thomas were given a cesta punta, a curved wicker-work basket worn on the hand, to play the world’s fastest game, Jai Alai. Rodney Gallop, a friend of her parents and author of a still seminal book on the Basques, had brought the cesta puntas to their home in Bosham Hoe, Sussex. Selma also knew her father Michael Huxley, founder of Geographical magazine, had studied Spanish in San Sebastian/ Donosti. And her family were aware of the Basque children brought over to Southampton, some ending up in Hayling Island near Selma’s family home, fleeing the violent Spanish Civil War in 1937.
As a young adult in the early 1950s, while working as the librarian of the Arctic Institute of North America at McGill University in Montreal, Canada, Selma fell in love with Brian Barkham. An architect from Bartlett’s, University College London, he was at McGill doing an MA in French Canadian rural architecture. His undergraduate thesis had been on rural architecture in the Basque Country. Brian took Selma to Euskadi/The Basque Country for a late honeymoon in 1956, introducing her to friends there. Among these was the priest Don Pio de Montoya who told her about the Basque fishermen who had been going to what is now Canada for centuries. When Brian died tragically at the age of 35, leaving Selma a widow with four children between the ages of two and nine, she started working for Historic Sites Canada. One of the projects she worked on was the French Fort in Cape Breton, Louisbourg. Some of the documents from the 18th century related to a French Basque merchant’s house, Lartigue.
Selma’s health suffered during Canada’s six-month-long winters. She developed recurring pneumonia. In 1969, the idea of searching for more on the Basque seafarers’ connections to Canada, led her to move to Mexico. It was cheap, warm, and there she, and her children, could learn Spanish, which was essential if she were to carry out research on documents in Spain. To survive, Selma found herself a job teaching English at The British Council School in Guadalajara. After three years in Mexico, she took her four children by boat across the Atlantic, on a half cargo, half passenger ship – the Covadonga – to Bilbao. There was a short stop in Miami to avoid the worst of a hurricane. Arriving in the Basque Country, Selma had no income, no job and four children, but she was determined to try and find out about these Basques who had been to Canada.
From Mexico, she had booked the family into a hostel in the older quarter of Bilbao, as it was around the corner from the Municipal Archives, where she had hoped to start her research immediately. Here she came across an archivist, who was, at first, rather unhelpful and disdainful of ‘this British woman’. He told her that if she hoped to do any research on early documents, she would have to study palaeography with him at the University of Deusto, where he taught History. Most native Spanish speakers could not, and cannot, read the very convoluted Spanish handwriting of the 16th century with all its abbreviations as well as difficult loops, let alone a female foreigner. While she took the course in 1972, she started working once again as an English teacher, to be able to scrape by, and at the same time she started her own research at the Archives.
Selma was told that most archives along the Spanish Basque coast had been burnt during the Napoleonic wars, but perhaps she should try the archives of the Consulado del Mar in Burgos? There, a kind, very helpful archivist, Floriano Ballesteros, introduced her to the 16th century insurance policies stored there. He also recommended she try looking at the copies of notarial documents from the coast that were held in the Oñati archives.
For 400 years, legajos (books of notarial documents) from towns across the province of Gipuzkoa, had lain in the attics of the 1543 University of Oñati. Don José María Aguirrebalzátegui, one of the village priests, had rescued many over the years, filling three huge university rooms with legajos.
When Selma arrived, Don José María showed her the three rooms of books of notarial documents. There was no index, but he gave her the key to the archives. In 1973, she moved, along with her four children, to Oñati, because she could see that there were years of work for her there. For hours on end, often till the early hours of the morning, Selma sat turning over each page in these thousands of ancient books. During their school holidays, she also sat her four children down around her. She taught them to recognise some of the formulae used in these 16th century documents, as well as the key word ‘Terra nova’. Most of the documents were to do with local problems, neighbours arguing over property boundaries, for example. But a few, mixed in amongst so many others, were to do with The New Found Land/‘Terra nova’.
Because of these ‘Terra nova’ documents, and a desperate need to have something to live on, she persuaded the Public Archives of Canada to give her contracts to collect and microfilm documents referring to Canada, found in archives throughout the Iberian Peninsula. Being extremely honest, she and her children only lived on a six-month contract every year, because she felt this gave her the freedom to devote the other six months to her own research.
Though based in Oñati, Selma spent months in Burgos, where Floriano let her and her four children, duly kitted out with white gloves, sift through the Consulado’s insurance policies, again looking for the word ‘Terra Nova’. She also often visited the archives in the Real Chancilleria de Valladolid, the Archives in Simancas, the General Archive of the Indies in Seville, the archives in Oviedo, Setubal, Lisbon, Aveiro & Oporto in Portugal, and parish archives in many other Basque towns.
The information she gathered from these different archives provided Selma with specific information on individuals, their families, their homes, their movements, their ships, their voyages, their towns all along the Spanish Basque coast in the 16th and early 17th centuries. In parish records, Selma found records of births, deaths, marriages and baptisms. Through insurance policies in Burgos, she found insurances of ships and their voyages. Through notarial archives, she found contracts, wills (some of which were written in ‘Terra nova’), powers of attorney, loans, donations, policies, proceedings, agreements. Through lengthy lawsuits in other archives, she learnt among other things of disagreements between crew members, claims made by widows of fishermen who had died in ‘Terra nova’, ships that had sunk on the other side of the Atlantic.
Over the years, Selma meticulously made notes and collated the information she so painstakingly compiled, including information about the ships themselves, where they were from, when they were built, who owned them, who kitted them out, who insured them. About the ships’ voyages: many were used not only for the ‘Terra nova’ run, but also for the ‘Carrera de las Indias’ i.e. Mexico & the Caribbean. And some of the ships ended their days in Newfoundland, in the Indies, off Iceland or our UK shores having been embargoed by the King of Spain – Felipe II – for the Armada. Selma also pieced together the names of many of the sailors, whalers, shipowners, their wives, their relationships, where they lived and where they died.
Fascinated, Selma visited Basque towns, caseríos (Basque farmhouses), churches, ports, shipyards, which she found mentioned in her documents. She met local clergy, townsfolk and dignitaries, learning more about these towns, some of which still had fishermen going to the Grand Banks off Newfoundland. She became involved in conservation, saving or trying to save, town centres and ancient caseríos from destruction. She was asked to give talks to locals interested in their history, to schools, and universities. She met archivists, linguists, anthropologists, historians, archaeologists, shipbuilders, cartographers, topographers, fishermen, whalers, academics, and other experts.
Selma had noticed that every now and then the scribes writing in the 1500s would insert a word in Basque in the Spanish text. She concluded that some of the scribes would be simultaneously translating what fishermen were telling them in Basque.
The 1970s was not an easy time to live in the Basque country. The Basques, their language, their culture, were being viciously repressed by General Franco’s regime. Children at school were physically punished if they spoke Basque. Selma and her family knew many people, from boys of 17 to mothers of 50, who, simply for speaking their language or putting up a Basque flag, were taken before dawn from their homes and families by violent civil guards with Alsatians, imprisoned, tortured, disappeared. The Barkhams sometimes stood in silence alongside their Basque friends in Oñati, who held pictures of the disappeared. They too celebrated with a bottle of Codorniú the end of the dictatorship in 1975.
Selma began to write articles on her discoveries. Given the breadth of her research, she wrote on various topics, women’s lives in the 16th century, merchants, trade routes, corsair activity, early Labrador ports, toponymy, etc. In this magazine, in 1973, she wrote ‘Mercantile community in inland Burgos.’ v. 42, no. 2, November, p. 106-113. In 1977, ‘First will and testament on the Labrador coast.’ v. 49, no. 9, June, p. 574-581.
Amongst the thousands of documents in different archives which Selma analysed, besides finding the word ‘Terra nova’, she also sometimes found names of specific ports, such as Samadet, Los Hornos, Chateo, Buttus.
If you look nowadays at a map of the Canadian Atlantic Coast, you will not find these place names anywhere. ‘Terra nova’ simply means the New Found Land, and could refer to anywhere at that time along that North Atlantic seaboard.
So, Selma went to libraries and archives in Spain, France, Portugal, the Vatican and England, to look for early 16th century maps & rutters (mariners’ handbooks of written sailing directions). Through this cartographic research, she managed to piece together such an accurate picture of where these Basque fishing and whaling ports in the New Found Land were, that she was able to pin point them on present day maps of Nova Scotia, Québec, Newfoundland and Labrador. She gave talks on her findings from this research on Basque topographical names in ‘Terra Nova’ at various international conferences.
Selma poured over UK admiralty charts, looking at the depths of ports, searching for prevailing winds. She located on maps the places she thought ships had foundered, two of which were in
Red Bay. She then gave a talk in January 1977 to the underwater archaeological society in Ottawa, where she had maps with Xs marking where exactly she thought the shipwrecks she had found in documents had sunk. It was there that Parks Canada archaeologists got all excited and asked her not to let anyone else know lest the wrecks be located by ‘treasure divers’. Though the Public Archives of Canada, for whom Selma worked, had already passed on information about her finds in Spain and on the Atlantic seaboard of Canada to Parks Canada.
The year after Selma’s 1977 excursion to Labrador, Parks Canada sent a team of underwater archaeologists up to Labrador to look at the places Selma had told them several ships had sunk, in Chateau Bay, in Red Bay, among others. Her research was so exact that a diver found one of her wrecks the first day of diving in Red Bay. This one was not as deep as the Chateau Bay ones, and the town itself was accessible by road, which is probably why they focussed on Red Bay.
The discovery of the ship San Juan was announced to the press at the Public Archives of Canada in Ottawa for whom Selma worked, and not at Parks Canada for whom the divers worked, because it was Selma’s pioneering historical-geographical research which had found the wreck.
Selma’s extensive research also shed light on trade routes, fishermen turned corsairs in times of war, contact between the Malouins, Bristolmen, Irish, Icelanders, and with First Nations in Canada. She discovered what the Basque fishermen and whalers took aboard ship; that several generations of fishermen and often people from the same villages all went over together on the same ships; learnt about accidental overwinterings, the seasons they went over, the renting of their shallops which they often left in Labrador for the following year, hidden so they would be less likely to be borrowed by members of the First Nations. She was entranced and thrilled when she found sketches of ships in the documents, or a will that had been folded over so that when it arrived back at the notary’s office in Euskadi/The Basque Country, after several months at sea, the part on the outside was dark where it had rubbed against something on the long trip home. 500 years later, this will written in the New Found Land was found sewn into the legajo, with clear signs of being folded, the dark outer square obvious.
Selma’s research was groundbreaking in many ways. For it, she received the gold medal from the Royal Canadian Geographical Society (1980), the first woman to receive this medal. Then followed the Order of Canada (1981), the Lagun Onari (2014) from the Basque Government, the Order of Newfoundland and Labrador (2015), various honorary doctorates, and the International Prize of the Sociedad Geográfica Española (2018), amongst other honours, for her exceptional work, ‘a classic piece of historical-geographical research’.
Though the 16th & 17th centuries became alive for Selma because of her research, the present was also equally interesting to her. She started exchanges of Basques with Newfoundlanders, of Basques and Mi’kmaqs, groups of them visiting each other’s countries. She worked up and down the coast of Labrador and Newfoundland with locals talking about their villages’ links with the Basques, about 16th century wills written on their shores, about contact between Basques and Inuit and Montagnais, and other First Nations, about shipwrecks. She helped them put up historical plaques in their villages. She organised conferences for 11 years on the Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland, bringing in experts in different fields to talk about local history, ecology, geology and cartography. She got in touch with the James Cook society, as James Cook had charted the Straits of Belle Isle, and brought speakers over. She keenly felt her historical research could help the local economy. And it has. Historical tourism now brings many visitors to Newfoundland and Labrador because of her work. One of the sites Selma found all those years ago, which she first explored on that expedition in 1977, is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Selma Huxley Barkham’s work has been picked up and used by archivists, historians, cartographers, topographers, anthropologists, archaeologists, conservators, museographers, linguists, and more. Albaola is re-building a ship which she found by piecing together information from documents from three different archives, and by working in different countries on early maps to find where the port of Buttus was, and then by looking at depths and prevailing winds to find where it had sunk. Selma’s work, her 50 publications in Spanish, English, French and Portuguese, her many lectures, and her generous sharing of her research, has led to a wide variety of further work in her field. Unfortunately, she has not always been duly credited.
Selma’s work is seminal. As the citation for the gold medal of the Canadian Geographical Society states: ‘This medal is an occasional award intended to recognise a particular achievement in the field of geography, also to recognise a significant national or international event. In this case, the Society felt Barkham deserved this recognition on both counts.
The thrill of a lifetime, the first time you hold your grandchild! It is important to remember that every member of the family is an essential part of your new baby's life. Family is everything!
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This is a continuation of my "Save the Family" theme promoting the importance of the family unit and the necessity of parents having sufficient time to dedicate to their children enabling them to have sufficient time to teach their children the fundamentals of life, the importance of honesty, diversity etc enabling their children to be better prepared with confidence for their future. In today's world we seem to be all about instant gratification and are inclined to use technology unwisely, to play violent games, use technology as a baby sitter (sometimes I admit it is the only thing that a parent can do), spend less real time with family, friends and acquaintances. We spend over family meals, reading, creating, imagining and appreciating nature. Work seems to have become the priority, whereas it should be of great importance but family should always come first and people leading the workforce should find creative ways to give more time to families. It seems that some of the smaller companies and organizations often think of their staff with more understanding and compassion.
We also have to look at the many fleeing war, rape, famine, climate change and the many other concerns facing families today and we have to learn how to make room in this world for everyone! We all belong to the human race. I am going to refer you to my daughter's poem, which she wrote for a painting of mine and which you may have read before as I have already used it a couple of times. It eloquently explains our family's beliefs:
Coming Together
Asian, Latin, European, African,
native, indigenous, foreign, alien,
descriptions that fall short,
vague splotches on the canvas of life.
All have but one heart that beats,
blood is but one color.
Flesh and features, each unique
organs and muscles, identical.
Each face a work of art
each mark distinctively it's own.
The beauty of our differences
far surpasses mere mortal comprehension.
Each unmatched culture,
its own vibrant combination of colors and sounds,
the pulsing of a nation, a people.
These different beats unite,
to make the music of our world.
As each exceptional voice blends with the other,
the harmony of humanity rises
high above the dark clouds of oppression and ignorance.
North, south, east, west,
a baby's cry is but the same.
The pang of hunger and indifference
changes not with skin color.
In the ears of every mother and father
every sister and brother
the cries of oppression should ring loud.
A call to action, a call to save our human family.
Our differences are but brush strokes on this canvas,
each unique in shape and color
when viewed together...
from the masterpiece of mankind.
By Karen Lewis
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Today I am having fun! I decided to make a visual story of Alice falling down the rabbit hole in 4 chapters based upon the following excerpt:
Alice in Wonderland
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
It is past time having children separated from their parents here in the US! It is cruel and unjustified, the government MUST reunite families, there is no excuse for this to continue! Americans cannot support this type of behavior!
ACLU - Family Separation by the Numbers
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N.P.R.
How The Trump Administration's 'Zero Tolerance' Policy Changed The Immigration Debate
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N.P.R. Opinion
Opinion: The 'Filthy And Uncomfortable Circumstances' Of Detained Migrant Children
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This is a TRIPPYTITCH -- loljk, it's a quadrupletych -- of a picture of the trellis in my backyard garden. It has been there for as long as I can remember, but the other night I felt like I was seeing it for the first time. This has happened to me a number of times with objects I've had since childhood -- they suddenly appear to me in a new light, almost as if they're presenting themselves as landmarks of my life. Seeing this trellis in a new light was particularly potent, as I've had a series of extremely significant experiences with hummingbirds over the past couple years. Have you ever had an animal repeatedly appear in your life? What was it, and what do you think it was trying to tell you?
The miracle is this: The more we share the more we have. Leonard Nimoy
The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation.
Bertrand Russell
It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.
Irish Proverb
The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes of mind.
William James
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw
Courage is freedom, and freedom is joy. Be fully who you are, letting the world get used to you — it will! Find a loving community of friends who support your ever-flowering growth, which is a lifetime proposition.
Doris "Granny D" Haddock
If the Internet teaches us anything, it is that great value comes from leaving core resources in a commons, where they're free for people to build upon as they see fit.
Lawrence Lessig
The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
Socrates
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Exposición en Matadero Madrid.
Una alberca de agua oscura refleja, como un espejo, la cámara frigorífica del antiguo matadero y a sus visitantes. Una pasarela de madera por la que el público puede merodear, rodea el bello objeto de agua estancada.
Esta investigación artística de Eugenio Ampudia (Valladolid, 1958) reflexiona de manera crítica sobre los procesos de comunicación en la actualidad. Forma parte del programa de intervenciones "site specific" Abierto x Obras, que invita a un artista a realizar una pieza de nueva producción en diálogo con el espacio y su contexto.
A pool of dark water reflects, like a mirror, the burn-out room at Abierto x Obras and its visitants. A wooden walkway on which people can wander round sourrounds the beautiful object of still water.
This investigative artwork by Eugenio Ampudia (Valladolid, 1958), reflects critically on the modern day communication process. It is part of Abierto x Obras, a programme of site-specific interventions that commissions and artist to think of a new artwork in dialogue with the space and its context.
“Blues Deluxe” (2003) – Joe Bonamassa
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqaI4wG0yFo
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Today I am having fun! I decided to make a visual story of Alice falling down the rabbit hole in 4 chapters based upon the following excerpt:
Alice in Wonderland
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
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Sebastião Salgado is a famous Brazilian photographer who has been fighting for people's rights worldwide. His photographs are very moving and poignant. He is presently dedicated to saving the Brazilian indigenous population from COVID-19. Please, if there is anything you can do to help I implore you to help him convince Brazilian President, Jair Bolsonaro, to save the indigenous population or they will be eliminated by the virus.
Sebastião Salgado é um famoso fotógrafo brasileiro que luta pelos direitos humanos no mundo todo. Suas fotografias são muito emocionantes e pungentes. Atualmente, ele se dedica a salvar a população indígena brasileira do COVID-19. Por favor, se houver algo que você possa fazer para ajudar, imploro que você o ajude a convencer o presidente brasileiro, Jair Bolsonaro, a salvar a população indígena ou eles serão eliminados pelo vírus.
Sebastião Salgado,
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebasti%C3%A3o_Salgado
My Adventures at the Ends of the Earth
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/may/18/sebastiao-sa...
Sebastião Salgado
www.facebook.com/fabiananunesphotographer/videos/10157385...
English version
“The Time To Act Is Now.” Sebastião Salgado’s urgent appeal
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIviWB1NX10
Brazil's Salgado leads stars in Amazon COVID-19 appeal to president
www.bangkokpost.com/world/1912320/brazils-salgado-leads-s...
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First place winner in the Surreal Motion contest of the Flickr group, "The Award Tree." Images were supposed to be "manipulated works that show SURREALISTIC images with a LOOK OF MOTION to them." The contest ran through the month of February and had 80 entries.
It's an iPhone 11 Pro Max photo of downtown Grand Rapids, Michigan. There was originally only one canyoneer but I cloned him twice in Photoshop. Does this mean that Panorama Sabotage has arrived as the new art form of the century?
This is simple and to the point sorry, and I am sorry that I don't know the name of your wife? But I did want to take this opportunity of wishing you both a very Happy Anniversary and may you have many more to celebrate in the future. Enjoy your day and take care.
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The Internet's Best List of Clichés
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In the smoldering ash's of last nights fire.
Comes the image of this surreal Firefly.
Its eyes looking wild and its situation dire.
Wings back, as if in flight for the sky.
In the smoldering ash's of the fire.
Fire pit in the morning after, ash's of un-burned logs.
Yes, I know that I have gone overboard with quotes, but the good thing is that you don't have to read them all or at all 😊😊😍
I cannot get enough of love and am very fortunate in having a very loving family and some special loving friends, so I can personally say that love makes the world go round!
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Vincent Van Gogh
Love does not dominate; it cultivates.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
We are most alive when we're in love.
John Updike
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.
Hubert H. Humphrey
The best proof of love is trust.
Joyce Brothers
To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything.
T. Tolis
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Victor Hugo
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
Bob Marley
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
William Shakespeare
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
Pablo Neruda
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I should advise you that the original photo was not taken by me and in all honesty I have no idea who the photographer was, if he or she comes across this work and does not like what I have done I will delete it, or if they like it I will recognize them.
The Stick-Together Families
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.
There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.
It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.
Edgar A. Guest
Human Family
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.
The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.
I've sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I've seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.
I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I've not seen any two
who really were the same.
Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.
I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
Maya Angelou
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This work is dedicated to and done for my cousin, Dr. Carole Ulanowsky, and her work. It is based on the paper she wrote Sustaining the Family in Changing Times which she wrote for the United Nations International Family Day 2021.
Carole was awarded a Ph.D. for her intergenerational study of Motherhood, she is a mother of four and grandmother of six, an educator and researcher. She explores early life connections between mother and child and the link between attachment, early communication, and emotional wellbeing. New research shows a critical connection between a child’s genetic makeup and their environment of care.
As you all know my original and ongoing theme is "Save the Family". Carole and I share many of the same views so I wanted to share with you, for those interested some of her research findings:
Below is an outline of her speech:
SUSTAINING THE FAMILY IN CHANGING TIMES
Through centuries, faith groups have prioritised and valued the family for its role in the care, education and guidance of children. And now science provides incontrovertible proof how critical it is to do JUST THAT – PRIORITISE THE FAMILY
The needs of our children today are no different from those of the 1920s/the 1950s or any other generation. Increasingly, however, modern lifestyles do not recognise this and undermine the natural processes of family life. And the pressured and fast-changing, insecure, materialistic, overstimulating, insensitive, and often screen-led environments of western society deny the innate need of our little ones to travel at their own pace, in their own time. So, I believe strongly we must not leave our children in the wake of this turmoil. Parents have a critical part to play to challenge and alleviate the ills of modern life. And the family requires renewed recognition, respect and support for the critical part it can, and must, play.
LIFE EXPERIENCE
As an academic and researcher over many years aiming for neutral appraisal of evidence I’m unused to communicating in ‘personal’ mode. And, as a member of a pre-social media generation I’m unused to telling how it was/is for me. However, perhaps just a few words of personal context are in order…
I look back on a long life ‘teeming with children’ and that is how I hope it will continue to be. I am a thankful member of a large extended family. Then, in my late 20s I went on to marry, very happily, and we were blessed with a daughter and three sons. However, early widowhood forced me down a non-traditional route – well, for those times anyway – a mother returning to academic study and building a new career as a single parent of 4 children – the youngest boy just 3 years old.
My key aim at that time was to try to support my children as best I could, to remain positive and to build and sustain positive lives. Thankfully, so far, I’ve not been disappointed. They are all graduates and have developed successful careers and good families themselves. And the
siblings are always there, supporting each other, which gives me a profound sense of peace and contentment
LET’S BEGIN AT THE BEGINNING… in the womb
The focus in what I am to say next is on the first 3 years of life, from conception.
The mother’s voice and her rhythm of life for the unborn child, is an acoustic and emotional link between pre and post birth. Her touch and smell are the warp and weft of early experience which can reverberate through life. In my role coordinating the Science and Research Group for the charity, What about the Children, I access increasingly more research demonstrating the impact of ‘environment’ on the wellbeing children, or otherwise. Here is the science, but everyday accounts from mothers also have much to tell us about their experiences and the environmental nest a mother builds can have impact even before her baby is born. For example, Jane, one of the Mums I worked with at the children’s club told me:
‘Right the way through my pregnancy with Henry, I worked as a hairdresser. Once my baby was born, I noticed that the sound of a hairdryer would seem to have a calming effect on him. Even to this day, if I’m drying my hair, Henry, now a teenager, will remark “You know, I love that sound, it makes me feel really calm”’.
More and more we learn to understand the ways in which a baby’s experiences in the womb can have significant effect beyond the security of the mother’s heartbeat and the muffled sound of her voice …
Once born, early life is experienced through the lens of the earliest relationships. And secure emotional attachment to at least one parent, initially the mother, is a critical part of this
The newly born have an in-built capacity to form attachments - it’s a survival instinct driving the young to maintain close proximity to the familiar and first relationship - generally the mother. Attachment behaviour is at its most intense between 6 and 24 months. When attachment is secure, infants will confidently explore beyond their safe base: moving from ‘fusion’ with the parent, to ‘individuation’ (Ulanowsky, 2019). And secure and contented children feeling at peace become ‘learning’ and sociable children – able to develop to full potential in every way. In summary, the attachment status formed in those early months can impact on the young child’s holistic development, inner security, resilience, and potential to form relationships, life-long.
As the writer Philip Britts put it, the love of a truly caring parent is ‘water at the roots’ of the growing child, sustaining it through life. I personally believe in the transforming alchemy of reliably-available love. And the wonderful Harvard project ‘The Developing Child’ informs us from the science that ‘Children’s emotional development is built into the architecture of their brains establishing a foundation for life… and it all begins with relationships’.
And every human baby would like to say to its parents: ‘I want you to stay around me, I need you to be there in my life, and you need me to be there in yours…
THE NATURE/NURTURE DEBATE. What Science is telling us
The case for committed nurture and reliable care is strongly proven through the fast-developing area of neuroscience and Epigenetics. Be very clear, the nature/nurture debate is now settled. It’s both. As part of my role coordinating the Science and Research group at Whataboutthechildren, I access numerous research studies proving that the child’s genes are in constant dialogue with its experiences. A simple swab of saliva can detect a young child’s stress, for example, if left with an unfamiliar Carer by measuring the level of the hormone, cortisol. If unnaturally high and persistent it seems the very architecture of the brain can be distorted, if only in a small way, through the modification, even silencing, of particular genes. As the scientists put it ‘Epigenetic signatures are left on the genes, for good, or ill’ (Harvard, 2020)
Evidence is so strong that loving and reliable early relationships with a familiar carer, especially in the first 30 months or so is the single most important factor in ensuring a strong foundation. Thus, getting the environment right will be critical for emotional and social well -being. From a state of dependence children can gradually develop resilience and move towards secure independence. If their core is sound, healthy and strong confident independence and positive lifestyles will happen for our young people, going forward.
As Families: What are our values?
As a volunteer Prison Visitor, I devised a programme ‘Making Changes’. This required the male inmates to reflect on their past lives to encourage them to make plans for more positive futures… Sadly, not one of the many participants said ‘I had a happy family life with good parents who taught me well and I feel I let them down’. Not one. The accounts they gave were of neglect and of abuse and lack of moral guidance from those who should have provided good role models for building a positive life – their parents and wider family.
Carrying a baby for 9 months and then, once born, meeting its persistent needs is not for the faint-hearted. The broken nights of sleep and exhaustion at that time understandably can cause some parents to forget that this child, every child, is a work of art and the very embodiment of potential. Parenting is a ‘needs led’ enterprise, requiring supreme selflessness and watchfulness …. Yet our 21st century context can be undermining of parenting and the values parents would wish to establish and sustain. But I believe that very family can resume its role in the shaping of society’s direction. With positive role models from the adults around them lived out day by day, youngsters can develop notions of ‘the good’ – what is best for them, for others and for the society of which they are a part. As Freud explained, they can transform their natural ID and ego in favour of the superego –in other words, to be the best they can be. As one Jamaican grandmother put it : ‘Obey the rules (about how best to live) and LIVE!’
But all this needs recognition and support – critically at government level. We need a Minister for Families. One who can ensure that its not just the Treasury that dictates policy, but the needs and wellbeing of families are absolutely prioritised. It may seem far-fetched, but why not offer ‘ furlough’ arrangements to working parents – Mum or Dad, or a shared arrangement in the first critical 2 or 3 years of their child’s life to care for their own babies if they so wish, without the economic pressures of needing to continue to earn to pay the mortgage. Why not? It’s happened in these COVID times …
But getting all parents to recognise how critical their role is may yet be another massive enterprise. This is called ‘Education for Parenthood’. Don’t get me started!
Centuries ago Aristotle said: ‘ The role of the shared life is human flourishing’
And never more so than in the shared life of the family.
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To really change the world, we have to help people change the way they see things. Global betterment is a mental process, not one that requires huge sums of money or a high level of authority. Change has to be psychological. So if you want to see real change, stay persistent in educating humanity on how similar we all are than different. Don't only strive to be the change you want to see in the world, but also help all those around you see the world through commonalities of the heart so that they would want to change with you. This is how humanity will evolve to become better. This is how you can change the world. The language of the heart is mankind's main common language.
Suzy Kassam
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Mariah Carey - Without You (Live Video Version)
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HBW 😊😊😍
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Another mixed-media piece derived from my last self-portrait session. This one got a bit wonky because I tried to outline my facial features and failed miserably, so I decided to Fix Things by Scribbling, A+++. At some point in the process I was ready to scrap the whole thing, but I'm ultimately glad I didn't. Forcing myself to go through with projects that seem "failed" to me has been a huge part of my art journey over the past couple years. I've made some pieces I love through this method, and some pieces I'm just okay with -- but most valuably, I think, I've bolstered my ability to see potential past bumps in the road. Craftsmanship vibes.
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Today is my second oldest grandson and grandchild, Tristen's birthday. Wishing you a birthday filled with fun and love! You are a special person, a keeper for sure and an excellent part of our family! Thank you for being you!
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