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Another cellphone picture that's to be a game for my Grandkids. They see the picture and have to findit!
●YES - Owner of a Lonely Heart
●VAIN - Winter Sniffles
Blush, and Nose Blush
BoM, Omega
Tintable, Dark, Medium, Light
●Ruby Poses -Sick Day
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Lunar - Baby Shorts & Panties, Top & Sweater.
Karlskirche façade
The façade of the Karlskirche, intended to be viewed from a distance, faces the Hofburg.
Its Corinthian portico, flanked by two colossal columns and two gateway tower pavilions, is dominated by the tall oval drum and dome rising behind it.
In this context the two colossal columns of the Karlskirche should be seen as an appropriation of the triumphal columns of Trajan and Marcus Aurelius in Rome, symbolizing imperial aspirations.
Taken in Burcina Park, Biella Piedmont Italy
Pond in a Park where I used to play often every week when I was a child!
close to where I was born and used to live
Dedicated to Denis Collette
Dear Friends
I am very busy with my being a volunteer
I am organizing again a fund raising event in Biella (my home town) for:
this project:
STOP AIDS AT BIRTH
The major Cesvi campaign to defeat Hiv/Aids in Sub-Saharan Africa.
www.cesvi.eu/index.php?pagina=pagina_generica.php&id=720
Now my project is on line on the official CESVI site! wow!:
www.cesvi.org/?pagina=pagina_generica.php&id=1264
Therefore when I will visit your great shots, often I will just leave a fave, with no comment nor invites.
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Take a look at my INTERVIEW with my Flickr Friend DENIS COLLETTE!!: angiereal.blogspot.com/
50 Most interesting slide show
A very attractive example of the type. Edinburgh Corporation Alexander-bodied Atlantean 879 (JSC 879E) ascends Leith Walk, passing on its right Shrubhill Works, where it will have recently received its shiny paint job.
The fine row of shops visible in this image is still to be seen, though the confectioner is now a business calling itself 'Glam', and the watchmakers is now 'The Cutting Room', a hairdressers which one customer's wife reviewed as "...not the sort of Toni and Guy sort of chain hairdressers...but it does the job. The hairdresser's in here seem happy and nice enough and they did a good job of my husbands hair." Well what more does one want from a hair cuttist?
Also present nowadays, but I'm sure lacking in the mid seventies when I took this picture, is the intriguingly-named 'Polski Smak'. the site of which is concealed by the bus in my photograph. There was a Polish emigre population in Edinburgh in the sixties when I was growing up - I went to school with a boy who was of Polish parentage, and there was a well known eccentric Polish bus conductor employed by the Corporation (I think he worked out of Central) who, I recall, wore navy blue wollen mittens whatever the weather.
As for The Arkaig, as advertised, I can find no reference to it in current Edinburgh literature. I wonder if the prospect of "folk singing nightly" was connected with that outcome?
OK, folks, here you have it . . . one tiny corner of my non-virtual world ~ my "plastic" tools! Markers, scissors, cheap brushes . . . mostly things for play, rough drafts or journaling.
"Whatsoever things are plastic to his hands,
those he must remodel into shapes of his own,
and the remodelling,
however useless it may be,
gives him more pleasure than the real thing." ~ Will James ~
"An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
"Each one of us has a fire in our heart for something.
It's our goal in life to find it and to keep it lit." ~ Mary Lou Retton ~
3D red/cyan anaglyph created from glass plate stereograph at Library of Congress - Prints & Photographs Online Catalog at:
LOC Title: Washington, D.C. Patients in ward of Harewood Hospital; mosquito nets over beds
Date: Oct 1864
Photographer: Not Identified
Notes: For background, below are a sampling of items I found, from Civil War newspapers, and books published in the decades following the war, that reference Harewood Hospital. Near the very bottom is a link to the Yale University Library collection of photos of wounded soldiers treated at Harewood, with descriptions of their wounds and treatments - the photos are quite disturbing.
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The Pioneer
Bridgeton, NJ
Jan 17, 1863
DIED
On the 28th of Dec. in the Harewood Hospital, Washington, D.C., of wounds received at the battle of Fredericksburg, Richard Rettig, in the 19th year of his age, only son of Mrs. Racheal Rettig, of this town, a member of Co. H 24th Regiment, N.J.V.”
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The Alexandria Gazette
Thursday Evening,
May 07, 1863
“The steamer John Tucker arrived in Washington with over three hundred wounded who were taken to Harewood Hospital. These were mostly wounded in the engagements of Friday and Saturday. There were but a few officers among them.”
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A history of the Eleventh New Hampshire Regiment, Volunteer Infantry in the Rebellion war, 1861-1865 by Leander W. Cogswell, Published 1891
"A Terrible Experience.
Comrade Charles C. Pike, Company F, who was at the battle of Fredericksburg, says, — "We marched upon the railroad in full view of the rebel defences, and just here, I think, the first man in Company F was killed, my dear camp-mate, Ben Nelson. We were talking together, and I had my hand on his arm, when, spat! and poor Ben's head sank lower, his frame slightly quivered, and he was gone, the bullet striking over his left eye and passing directly through his brain. We were ordered to advance, and advance we did, upon the 'bloody acre.' It always seemed miraculous that any one could get out of that hellish carnage alive….."
"I had got three slight scratches by this time, but kept at work. I had replenished my cartridge-box twice from a dead or dying comrade's, and was just getting up to get some more ammunition when a bullet struck me on the side of my face at the angle of the lower jaw, passing left through my mouth, cutting off about one half of my tongue, knocking out eight teeth, and coming out on the opposite side near the right ear. The hemorrhage was very free, and this, with the loss of blood from my other wounds, soon made things look dusky. I became unconscious soon afterward, and the next I knew the firing had ceased. It was dark and cold, and the air was filled with groans and moans of the hundreds of wounded who were lying about me. I am told that a large number of us who were severely wounded were allowed to be carried off the field when our boys came to bury the dead….."
"December 26, thirteen days after the battle, I was sent to Washington, arriving the next day more dead than alive, and was placed in the Harewood hospital, where I received the most kindly and skilful treatment from both surgeons and nurses. After several months I became able to take care of the sick and wounded as they were brought in, and was afterward detailed as hospital steward. During the eight months I served as such, I suppose I extracted at least three thousand teeth…”
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The Prodigy: A Brief Account of the Bright Career of a Youthful Genius, Dr. G. E. A. Winans, Together with Some Interesting Extracts From His Correspondence and Manuscripts. By O. VanDusen, Published 1870
Harewood Hospital, Washington,
Sunday May 29th, 1864.
“Dear ones at home….After writing from New York, I concluded to go on to Washington, so I completed my arrangements with the officials of the W. S., and on Friday night received my commission, and was ordered to report immediately at Washington, passports being furnished me. I purchased my uniform, and left New York Saturday night for Washington, where I arrived this morning at 11 o’clock. I presented myself at the director’s office, and was ordered on to Harewood Hospital, and I am just now reminded of my military position, by hearing the clear blast of the winding bugle echoing over hills and dales, calling the soldiers in from their wanderings for the evening. Oh, what a place is this ! would I had a painter’s pencil and an inspired pen to paint what I see, and tell you what I hear. But it is Sabbath evening, and I must not transgress. This afternoon, on my arrival here, I witnessed the funeral of a captain. The ‘Stars and Stripes’ were laid on his coffin, and they marched away to the deadhouse, the band playing an old Methodist tune. The afternoon was lovely, the sky rich blue, the grass dark green and three feet high, and the procession in uniform winding around the picturesque valley, and up the hill slopes, while the solemn tones of the band mournfully falling upon the ear; all caused a strange feeling of sadness. I am so tired and sleepy, I must close….
Monday Morning
This is one of the loveliest spots on earth. It was formerly the pleasure grounds of a Virginian gentleman, and is known as the Corcoran Estate. We are just two miles from Washington, and have a beautiful view of the capitol as it majestically towers above the city. Nature seems to have surpassed herself in beautifying this spot. We are stationed on a slight elevation of ground, amidst an endless succession of hills, dales and plains, all carpeted with long, green, waving grass; bowers of trees and bushes rise here and there ; a beautiful stream runs in front of our headquarters. But it cannot be described, the swells of ground are so graceful; groves resting on grassy slopes, and the bright luxuriance of Southern vegetation, adds a charm most powerful.
Our hospital is about as much like what I expected as an elephant resembles a mouse. Why, it is a town instead of one building; it covers about eight acres of ground. The buildings are in long rows, side by side, each one being much longer than the long woodsheds at railroad stations. Then there are tent hospitals, each one about 90 or 100 feet in length. I have one barrack and six tent hospitals under my charge. These are filled with wounded and sick, comprising one hundred and sixty patients, which I have to visit twice every day. Why, they think no more of cutting off a leg or arm, than you do in Canada of pulling a tooth. During the few hours I was here yesterday, I saw more surgery and blood than I had seen in all my life before. I do not know how many legs and arms I have seen amputated since I have been here; they were heaped upon the floor, legs and arms in great piles together, and blood covered the floor so thickly that we might well say, we were wading in blood.
We have about 2,200 patients which, with the officers and soldiers on duty, give a population of over 3,000. Think of all this at one hospital. Before I wrote last night, I had visited my 160 patients, and administered to their wants. The work is very heavy and trying, but the practice is most excellent, and will do me much good. The surgeon I am to replace, leaves in the morning for another field of labor. The officers and surgeons occupy one of the long barrack hospitals. It is fitted up into private rooms. The business is all done here. The surgeons rank with the officers, and are treated in every respect the same way, eating and associating with them.
By the time I write again, I will know more of this extensive hospital, the largest around Washington. The weather is very warm and sultry; vegetation far in advance of Canada. Yesterday I had a good dinner at Washington, on green peas and other vegetables, just sprouting with you.
Affectionately yours,
Geo. E. A. Winans.”
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The Evening Star
Washington, D.C.
May 29, 1866
“SALE OF GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS AT HAREWOOD HOSPITAL.
Chief Quartermaster's Office, Depot of Washington, Washington. D. C., May 24, 1866.
Will be sold at Public Auction, on the premises, under the direction of Brevet Lieutenant Colonel James M. Moore…. on SATURDAY, June 2, 1866, at 10 o'clock a.m., the Government buildings, situated at Harewood Hospital, near the northern terminus of Seventh street west, as follows:
Fifteen (15) Hospital Wards, each 24 by 187 feet.
One (1) Hospital Ward, 24 by 48 feet.
One (1) Building. 38 by 189 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 25 by 185 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 28 by 152 feet.
One (1) Kitchen. 30 by 89 feet.
One (1) Kitchen and Quarters. 30 by 117 feet.
One (1) Water Closet, 18 by 20 feet.
One Chapel, 30 by 73 feet.
Three (3) Wards each 20 1/2 by 102 feet.
One (1) Tank and Stand
Ten (10) Sinks, each 6 by 8 feet.
One (1) Dead House. 22 by 31 feet.
One (1) Laundress Quarters, 24 by 71 feet.
One (1) Wash-House, 24 by 118 feet.
One (11 Saw-Shed, 12 by 18 feet.
One (1) Laundry and Bath House. 30 by 73 feet.
One (1) Shed adjoining, 12 by 16 feet.
One (1) Quarters, 21 by 26 feet.
One (1) Coal Bunk, 12 by 12 feet.
Two (2) Plank Walks, 2 1/2 by 200 feet.
Covered Ways.
BARRACKS ATTACHED TO THE HOSPITAL
Three (3) Barracks, 24 by 58 feet.
One (1) Office, 16 by 26 feet.
One (1) Sink, 5 by 8 feet.
Three (3) Sinks, each 8 by 8 feet.
One (1) Guard-House, 16 by 25 feet.
One (1) Addition to same. 10 by 16 feet.
One (1) Watch-Box, 8 by 10 feet.
Foot Walks.
The buildings will be sold singly, and must be removed within ten days from date of sale. Terms Cash, in Government Funds. D.H. Bucker, Bvt. Maj. Gen. and Chief Quartermaster, Depot of Washington.”
[The proceeds of the sale was only $3,000 - PT]
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Link to Yale University Library Photos of Wounded Civil War Soldiers treated at Harewood Hospital: findit.library.yale.edu/?f%5Bdigital_collection_sim%5D%5B...
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / Civil War Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
3D red/cyan anaglyph created from glass plate stereograph at Library of Congress - Prints & Photographs Online Catalog at:
LOC Title: Washington, D.C. Patients in ward of Harewood Hospital; mosquito nets over beds
Date: Oct 1864
Photographer: Not Identified
Notes: For background, below are a sampling of items I found, from Civil War newspapers, and books published in the decades following the war, that reference Harewood Hospital. Near the very bottom is a link to the Yale University Library collection of photos of wounded soldiers treated at Harewood, with descriptions of their wounds and treatments - the photos are quite disturbing.
-----------------------------
The Pioneer
Bridgeton, NJ
Jan 17, 1863
DIED
On the 28th of Dec. in the Harewood Hospital, Washington, D.C., of wounds received at the battle of Fredericksburg, Richard Rettig, in the 19th year of his age, only son of Mrs. Racheal Rettig, of this town, a member of Co. H 24th Regiment, N.J.V.”
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The Alexandria Gazette
Thursday Evening,
May 07, 1863
“The steamer John Tucker arrived in Washington with over three hundred wounded who were taken to Harewood Hospital. These were mostly wounded in the engagements of Friday and Saturday. There were but a few officers among them.”
-----------------------
A history of the Eleventh New Hampshire Regiment, Volunteer Infantry in the Rebellion war, 1861-1865 by Leander W. Cogswell, Published 1891
"A Terrible Experience.
Comrade Charles C. Pike, Company F, who was at the battle of Fredericksburg, says, — "We marched upon the railroad in full view of the rebel defences, and just here, I think, the first man in Company F was killed, my dear camp-mate, Ben Nelson. We were talking together, and I had my hand on his arm, when, spat! and poor Ben's head sank lower, his frame slightly quivered, and he was gone, the bullet striking over his left eye and passing directly through his brain. We were ordered to advance, and advance we did, upon the 'bloody acre.' It always seemed miraculous that any one could get out of that hellish carnage alive….."
"I had got three slight scratches by this time, but kept at work. I had replenished my cartridge-box twice from a dead or dying comrade's, and was just getting up to get some more ammunition when a bullet struck me on the side of my face at the angle of the lower jaw, passing left through my mouth, cutting off about one half of my tongue, knocking out eight teeth, and coming out on the opposite side near the right ear. The hemorrhage was very free, and this, with the loss of blood from my other wounds, soon made things look dusky. I became unconscious soon afterward, and the next I knew the firing had ceased. It was dark and cold, and the air was filled with groans and moans of the hundreds of wounded who were lying about me. I am told that a large number of us who were severely wounded were allowed to be carried off the field when our boys came to bury the dead….."
"December 26, thirteen days after the battle, I was sent to Washington, arriving the next day more dead than alive, and was placed in the Harewood hospital, where I received the most kindly and skilful treatment from both surgeons and nurses. After several months I became able to take care of the sick and wounded as they were brought in, and was afterward detailed as hospital steward. During the eight months I served as such, I suppose I extracted at least three thousand teeth…”
------------------
The Prodigy: A Brief Account of the Bright Career of a Youthful Genius, Dr. G. E. A. Winans, Together with Some Interesting Extracts From His Correspondence and Manuscripts. By O. VanDusen, Published 1870
Harewood Hospital, Washington,
Sunday May 29th, 1864.
“Dear ones at home….After writing from New York, I concluded to go on to Washington, so I completed my arrangements with the officials of the W. S., and on Friday night received my commission, and was ordered to report immediately at Washington, passports being furnished me. I purchased my uniform, and left New York Saturday night for Washington, where I arrived this morning at 11 o’clock. I presented myself at the director’s office, and was ordered on to Harewood Hospital, and I am just now reminded of my military position, by hearing the clear blast of the winding bugle echoing over hills and dales, calling the soldiers in from their wanderings for the evening. Oh, what a place is this ! would I had a painter’s pencil and an inspired pen to paint what I see, and tell you what I hear. But it is Sabbath evening, and I must not transgress. This afternoon, on my arrival here, I witnessed the funeral of a captain. The ‘Stars and Stripes’ were laid on his coffin, and they marched away to the deadhouse, the band playing an old Methodist tune. The afternoon was lovely, the sky rich blue, the grass dark green and three feet high, and the procession in uniform winding around the picturesque valley, and up the hill slopes, while the solemn tones of the band mournfully falling upon the ear; all caused a strange feeling of sadness. I am so tired and sleepy, I must close….
Monday Morning
This is one of the loveliest spots on earth. It was formerly the pleasure grounds of a Virginian gentleman, and is known as the Corcoran Estate. We are just two miles from Washington, and have a beautiful view of the capitol as it majestically towers above the city. Nature seems to have surpassed herself in beautifying this spot. We are stationed on a slight elevation of ground, amidst an endless succession of hills, dales and plains, all carpeted with long, green, waving grass; bowers of trees and bushes rise here and there ; a beautiful stream runs in front of our headquarters. But it cannot be described, the swells of ground are so graceful; groves resting on grassy slopes, and the bright luxuriance of Southern vegetation, adds a charm most powerful.
Our hospital is about as much like what I expected as an elephant resembles a mouse. Why, it is a town instead of one building; it covers about eight acres of ground. The buildings are in long rows, side by side, each one being much longer than the long woodsheds at railroad stations. Then there are tent hospitals, each one about 90 or 100 feet in length. I have one barrack and six tent hospitals under my charge. These are filled with wounded and sick, comprising one hundred and sixty patients, which I have to visit twice every day. Why, they think no more of cutting off a leg or arm, than you do in Canada of pulling a tooth. During the few hours I was here yesterday, I saw more surgery and blood than I had seen in all my life before. I do not know how many legs and arms I have seen amputated since I have been here; they were heaped upon the floor, legs and arms in great piles together, and blood covered the floor so thickly that we might well say, we were wading in blood.
We have about 2,200 patients which, with the officers and soldiers on duty, give a population of over 3,000. Think of all this at one hospital. Before I wrote last night, I had visited my 160 patients, and administered to their wants. The work is very heavy and trying, but the practice is most excellent, and will do me much good. The surgeon I am to replace, leaves in the morning for another field of labor. The officers and surgeons occupy one of the long barrack hospitals. It is fitted up into private rooms. The business is all done here. The surgeons rank with the officers, and are treated in every respect the same way, eating and associating with them.
By the time I write again, I will know more of this extensive hospital, the largest around Washington. The weather is very warm and sultry; vegetation far in advance of Canada. Yesterday I had a good dinner at Washington, on green peas and other vegetables, just sprouting with you.
Affectionately yours,
Geo. E. A. Winans.”
---------------
The Evening Star
Washington, D.C.
May 29, 1866
“SALE OF GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS AT HAREWOOD HOSPITAL.
Chief Quartermaster's Office, Depot of Washington, Washington. D. C., May 24, 1866.
Will be sold at Public Auction, on the premises, under the direction of Brevet Lieutenant Colonel James M. Moore…. on SATURDAY, June 2, 1866, at 10 o'clock a.m., the Government buildings, situated at Harewood Hospital, near the northern terminus of Seventh street west, as follows:
Fifteen (15) Hospital Wards, each 24 by 187 feet.
One (1) Hospital Ward, 24 by 48 feet.
One (1) Building. 38 by 189 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 25 by 185 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 28 by 152 feet.
One (1) Kitchen. 30 by 89 feet.
One (1) Kitchen and Quarters. 30 by 117 feet.
One (1) Water Closet, 18 by 20 feet.
One Chapel, 30 by 73 feet.
Three (3) Wards each 20 1/2 by 102 feet.
One (1) Tank and Stand
Ten (10) Sinks, each 6 by 8 feet.
One (1) Dead House. 22 by 31 feet.
One (1) Laundress Quarters, 24 by 71 feet.
One (1) Wash-House, 24 by 118 feet.
One (11 Saw-Shed, 12 by 18 feet.
One (1) Laundry and Bath House. 30 by 73 feet.
One (1) Shed adjoining, 12 by 16 feet.
One (1) Quarters, 21 by 26 feet.
One (1) Coal Bunk, 12 by 12 feet.
Two (2) Plank Walks, 2 1/2 by 200 feet.
Covered Ways.
BARRACKS ATTACHED TO THE HOSPITAL
Three (3) Barracks, 24 by 58 feet.
One (1) Office, 16 by 26 feet.
One (1) Sink, 5 by 8 feet.
Three (3) Sinks, each 8 by 8 feet.
One (1) Guard-House, 16 by 25 feet.
One (1) Addition to same. 10 by 16 feet.
One (1) Watch-Box, 8 by 10 feet.
Foot Walks.
The buildings will be sold singly, and must be removed within ten days from date of sale. Terms Cash, in Government Funds. D.H. Bucker, Bvt. Maj. Gen. and Chief Quartermaster, Depot of Washington.”
[The proceeds of the sale was only $3,000 - PT]
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Link to Yale University Library Photos of Wounded Civil War Soldiers treated at Harewood Hospital: findit.library.yale.edu/?f%5Bdigital_collection_sim%5D%5B...
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / Civil War Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
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3D red/cyan anaglyph created from glass plate stereograph at Library of Congress - Prints & Photographs Online Catalog at:
LOC Title: Washington, D.C. Patients in ward of Harewood Hospital; mosquito nets over beds
Date: Oct 1864
Photographer: Not Identified
Notes: For background, below are a sampling of items I found, from Civil War newspapers, and books published in the decades following the war, that reference Harewood Hospital. Near the very bottom is a link to the Yale University Library collection of photos of wounded soldiers treated at Harewood, with descriptions of their wounds and treatments - the photos are quite disturbing.
-----------------------------
The Pioneer
Bridgeton, NJ
Jan 17, 1863
DIED
On the 28th of Dec. in the Harewood Hospital, Washington, D.C., of wounds received at the battle of Fredericksburg, Richard Rettig, in the 19th year of his age, only son of Mrs. Racheal Rettig, of this town, a member of Co. H 24th Regiment, N.J.V.”
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The Alexandria Gazette
Thursday Evening,
May 07, 1863
“The steamer John Tucker arrived in Washington with over three hundred wounded who were taken to Harewood Hospital. These were mostly wounded in the engagements of Friday and Saturday. There were but a few officers among them.”
-----------------------
A history of the Eleventh New Hampshire Regiment, Volunteer Infantry in the Rebellion war, 1861-1865 by Leander W. Cogswell, Published 1891
"A Terrible Experience.
Comrade Charles C. Pike, Company F, who was at the battle of Fredericksburg, says, — "We marched upon the railroad in full view of the rebel defences, and just here, I think, the first man in Company F was killed, my dear camp-mate, Ben Nelson. We were talking together, and I had my hand on his arm, when, spat! and poor Ben's head sank lower, his frame slightly quivered, and he was gone, the bullet striking over his left eye and passing directly through his brain. We were ordered to advance, and advance we did, upon the 'bloody acre.' It always seemed miraculous that any one could get out of that hellish carnage alive….."
"I had got three slight scratches by this time, but kept at work. I had replenished my cartridge-box twice from a dead or dying comrade's, and was just getting up to get some more ammunition when a bullet struck me on the side of my face at the angle of the lower jaw, passing left through my mouth, cutting off about one half of my tongue, knocking out eight teeth, and coming out on the opposite side near the right ear. The hemorrhage was very free, and this, with the loss of blood from my other wounds, soon made things look dusky. I became unconscious soon afterward, and the next I knew the firing had ceased. It was dark and cold, and the air was filled with groans and moans of the hundreds of wounded who were lying about me. I am told that a large number of us who were severely wounded were allowed to be carried off the field when our boys came to bury the dead….."
"December 26, thirteen days after the battle, I was sent to Washington, arriving the next day more dead than alive, and was placed in the Harewood hospital, where I received the most kindly and skilful treatment from both surgeons and nurses. After several months I became able to take care of the sick and wounded as they were brought in, and was afterward detailed as hospital steward. During the eight months I served as such, I suppose I extracted at least three thousand teeth…”
------------------
The Prodigy: A Brief Account of the Bright Career of a Youthful Genius, Dr. G. E. A. Winans, Together with Some Interesting Extracts From His Correspondence and Manuscripts. By O. VanDusen, Published 1870
Harewood Hospital, Washington,
Sunday May 29th, 1864.
“Dear ones at home….After writing from New York, I concluded to go on to Washington, so I completed my arrangements with the officials of the W. S., and on Friday night received my commission, and was ordered to report immediately at Washington, passports being furnished me. I purchased my uniform, and left New York Saturday night for Washington, where I arrived this morning at 11 o’clock. I presented myself at the director’s office, and was ordered on to Harewood Hospital, and I am just now reminded of my military position, by hearing the clear blast of the winding bugle echoing over hills and dales, calling the soldiers in from their wanderings for the evening. Oh, what a place is this ! would I had a painter’s pencil and an inspired pen to paint what I see, and tell you what I hear. But it is Sabbath evening, and I must not transgress. This afternoon, on my arrival here, I witnessed the funeral of a captain. The ‘Stars and Stripes’ were laid on his coffin, and they marched away to the deadhouse, the band playing an old Methodist tune. The afternoon was lovely, the sky rich blue, the grass dark green and three feet high, and the procession in uniform winding around the picturesque valley, and up the hill slopes, while the solemn tones of the band mournfully falling upon the ear; all caused a strange feeling of sadness. I am so tired and sleepy, I must close….
Monday Morning
This is one of the loveliest spots on earth. It was formerly the pleasure grounds of a Virginian gentleman, and is known as the Corcoran Estate. We are just two miles from Washington, and have a beautiful view of the capitol as it majestically towers above the city. Nature seems to have surpassed herself in beautifying this spot. We are stationed on a slight elevation of ground, amidst an endless succession of hills, dales and plains, all carpeted with long, green, waving grass; bowers of trees and bushes rise here and there ; a beautiful stream runs in front of our headquarters. But it cannot be described, the swells of ground are so graceful; groves resting on grassy slopes, and the bright luxuriance of Southern vegetation, adds a charm most powerful.
Our hospital is about as much like what I expected as an elephant resembles a mouse. Why, it is a town instead of one building; it covers about eight acres of ground. The buildings are in long rows, side by side, each one being much longer than the long woodsheds at railroad stations. Then there are tent hospitals, each one about 90 or 100 feet in length. I have one barrack and six tent hospitals under my charge. These are filled with wounded and sick, comprising one hundred and sixty patients, which I have to visit twice every day. Why, they think no more of cutting off a leg or arm, than you do in Canada of pulling a tooth. During the few hours I was here yesterday, I saw more surgery and blood than I had seen in all my life before. I do not know how many legs and arms I have seen amputated since I have been here; they were heaped upon the floor, legs and arms in great piles together, and blood covered the floor so thickly that we might well say, we were wading in blood.
We have about 2,200 patients which, with the officers and soldiers on duty, give a population of over 3,000. Think of all this at one hospital. Before I wrote last night, I had visited my 160 patients, and administered to their wants. The work is very heavy and trying, but the practice is most excellent, and will do me much good. The surgeon I am to replace, leaves in the morning for another field of labor. The officers and surgeons occupy one of the long barrack hospitals. It is fitted up into private rooms. The business is all done here. The surgeons rank with the officers, and are treated in every respect the same way, eating and associating with them.
By the time I write again, I will know more of this extensive hospital, the largest around Washington. The weather is very warm and sultry; vegetation far in advance of Canada. Yesterday I had a good dinner at Washington, on green peas and other vegetables, just sprouting with you.
Affectionately yours,
Geo. E. A. Winans.”
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The Evening Star
Washington, D.C.
May 29, 1866
“SALE OF GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS AT HAREWOOD HOSPITAL.
Chief Quartermaster's Office, Depot of Washington, Washington. D. C., May 24, 1866.
Will be sold at Public Auction, on the premises, under the direction of Brevet Lieutenant Colonel James M. Moore…. on SATURDAY, June 2, 1866, at 10 o'clock a.m., the Government buildings, situated at Harewood Hospital, near the northern terminus of Seventh street west, as follows:
Fifteen (15) Hospital Wards, each 24 by 187 feet.
One (1) Hospital Ward, 24 by 48 feet.
One (1) Building. 38 by 189 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 25 by 185 feet.
One (1) Dining Room, 28 by 152 feet.
One (1) Kitchen. 30 by 89 feet.
One (1) Kitchen and Quarters. 30 by 117 feet.
One (1) Water Closet, 18 by 20 feet.
One Chapel, 30 by 73 feet.
Three (3) Wards each 20 1/2 by 102 feet.
One (1) Tank and Stand
Ten (10) Sinks, each 6 by 8 feet.
One (1) Dead House. 22 by 31 feet.
One (1) Laundress Quarters, 24 by 71 feet.
One (1) Wash-House, 24 by 118 feet.
One (11 Saw-Shed, 12 by 18 feet.
One (1) Laundry and Bath House. 30 by 73 feet.
One (1) Shed adjoining, 12 by 16 feet.
One (1) Quarters, 21 by 26 feet.
One (1) Coal Bunk, 12 by 12 feet.
Two (2) Plank Walks, 2 1/2 by 200 feet.
Covered Ways.
BARRACKS ATTACHED TO THE HOSPITAL
Three (3) Barracks, 24 by 58 feet.
One (1) Office, 16 by 26 feet.
One (1) Sink, 5 by 8 feet.
Three (3) Sinks, each 8 by 8 feet.
One (1) Guard-House, 16 by 25 feet.
One (1) Addition to same. 10 by 16 feet.
One (1) Watch-Box, 8 by 10 feet.
Foot Walks.
The buildings will be sold singly, and must be removed within ten days from date of sale. Terms Cash, in Government Funds. D.H. Bucker, Bvt. Maj. Gen. and Chief Quartermaster, Depot of Washington.”
[The proceeds of the sale was only $3,000 - PT]
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Link to Yale University Library Photos of Wounded Civil War Soldiers treated at Harewood Hospital: findit.library.yale.edu/?f%5Bdigital_collection_sim%5D%5B...
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / Civil War Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
I'm in the Japanese Gardens part of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. A short thuggish guy comes up to me and says. "Excuse me, please don't take pictures of the Wedding Party!" I said, "Oh I wouldn't do that." I won't get into an argument with people on the day of their families wedding, but,they are in a public space. I have every right to take a photograph. And post it on the internet. And that shouldn't be a secret.
In ricordo dei bombardamenti alleati del 1943 sulla città di Cagliari.
In questi video si trovano le testimonianze di chi i bombardamenti li ha vissuti in prima persona:
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 1
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 2
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 3
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 4
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 5
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 6
Inoltre è commovente la visione della Processione di Sant'Efisio nel '43, a testimonianza della volontà di Cagliari di voler festeggiare il proprio Santo protettore anche sotto il pericolo dei bombardamenti.
Per maggiori informazioni sui bombardamenti alleati a Cagliari rimando ai seguenti link:
video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7636317980922212135&....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW-ABtP5bdE
it.youtube.com/watch?v=KMWRx0vDBnI&NR=1
digilander.libero.it/emcalvino/bombe/cronologia.html
www.matmatprof.it/cagliari/_private/i_bombardamenti.htm
www.cronacaonline.it/portale/altre/sessantesimo_bombardam...
www.mariusesculapio.com/Ricordi
www.villacidro.net/zzz/storia/1943.htm
e infine questa triste, bellissima canzone: it.youtube.com/watch?v=WEFzoSMdGTs
Black British people and Black people in Britain have always been part of the English folk revival, from artists as diverse as Davey Graham (innovative folk guitar tunings and playing), Nadia Cattouse (British/Caribbean folk), and Dorris Henderson (American folk and folk rock), to Edward II now (folk reggae), but it's less well known how far back Black British ballad singing was a daily part of the English music scene.
Joseph Johnson was a Black merchant navy veteran who, because he had been born abroad and wasn't entitled to a pension or parish relief, earned his living as a street singer in London, Romford, St Albans, Staines, and the villages in between, reputedly hitching lifts with passing wagoners. He performed while wearing an elaborate hand-crafted model of the Royal Navy ship HMS Nelson on his head, a sculpture he presumably created himself. According to Vagabondiana, Anecdotes of Mendicant Wanderers through the Streets of London, a series of prints of well-known street traders and beggars, published in 1815-17, Johnson sang "The Wooden Walls of Old England" and "The British Seaman's Praise" - most likely the songs now known as "The Tough Wooden Walls" (Roud V11049) and "The Neglected Tar" (Roud V4171, aka "The Hardy Tar"), both of which positioned him as a British sailor worthy of the money he was earning as a disabled veteran. Since neither song seems to have either a clear text transcript or a brief history available on the internet, I've provided both below. The most interesting additional fact is that one of Johnson's signature songs was probably originally authored by political radical, disability activist, and anti-slavery campaigner Edward Rushton, of whom I've also included a brief biography below (under 1806).
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"I sing the British seaman's praise", aka The Neglected Tar, aka Hardy Tar, Roud V4171, recorded from 1791 onwards. It was published regularly for 15 years before being claimed by radical Liverpudlian author Edward Rushton, who is indeed a likely candidate for the poem's authorship. The book Thames Valley Villages, 1910, claims Neglected Tar was sung to the tune Country Garden (a tune mentioned as early as 1728).
1790-1840, Hardy Tar, London, broadside ballad in Bodleian collection.
Bodleian: ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/search/roud/V4171/
1791, The Neglected Tar, London, prints in Yale and British Library collections.
Yale: findit.library.yale.edu/catalog/digcoll:553527
British Museum: www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/collecti...
The Neglected Tar, 1791, transcript from print in Yale collection
I sing the British seaman's praise;
A theme renown'd in story;
It well deserves more polish'd lays;
Oh! 'tis your boast and glory.
When mad brain'd war spreads death around,
By them you are protected;
But when in peace the nation's found,
These bulwarks are neglected.
Chorus.
Then, Oh! protect the hardy tar,
Be mindful of his merit;
And when again you'r plung'd in war,
He'll show his daring spirit.
When thickest darkness covers all,
Far on the trackless ocean;
When lightnings dart, when thunders roll,
And all is wild commotion;
When o'er the bark the white topp'd waves,
With boist'rous sweep are rolling,
Yet coolly still, the whole he braves,
Untam'd amidst the howling.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
When deep immers'd in sulphurous smoke,
He feels a glowing pleasure;
He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,
Elated beyond measure.
Though fore and aft the blood-stain'd deck,
Should lifeless trunks appear;
Or should the vessel float a wreck,
The sailor knows no fear.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him;
When all the canvas hangs supine,
And food and water fail him;
Then oft he dreams of Britain's shore,
Where plenty still is reigning;
They call the watch, his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
Or burning on that noxious coast,
Where death so oft befriends him;
Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland frost,
True courage still attends him:
No clime can this eradicate,
He glories in annoyance;
He fearless braves the storms of fate,
And bids grim death defiance.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
Why should the man who knows no fear,
In peace be then neglected?
Behold him move along the pier,
Pale, meagre and dejected!
Behold him begging for employ!
Behold him disregarded!
Then view the anguish in his eye,
And say, are Tars rewarded?
Then, Oh! protect &c.
To them your dearest rights you owe,
In peace then would you starve them?
What say ye Britain's sons? - oh! no!
Protect them and preserve them.
Shield them from poverty and pain,
'Tis policy to do it;
Or when grim war shall come again,
Oh Britons, ye may rue it!
Then, Oh! protect &c.
1792, Edinburgh syren, or, Musical bouquet, Being a new selection of modern songs, sung at the various places of amusement in Great Britain and Ireland, 1792, Edinburgh, book in the National Library of Scotland collection. Only minor typographical differences from the 1791 print in the Yale collection.
National Library of Scotland: digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/paget...
1805, A collection of songs, moral, sentimental, instructive, and amusing, edited by James Plumtre, 1805, London, book. Minor typographical and phraseological variations. The Neglected Tar is credited to a "gentleman of Liverpool".
"Serene amidst the howling." was "Untam'd amidst the howling."
"He loads his gun - right heart of oak - " was "He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,"
"He sighs - forbears complaining." was "He sighs, but scorns complaining."
"He's calm amidst annoyance;" was "He glories in annoyance;"
1806, Edward Rushton (1756–1814), as a boy and young man, was a sailor on slave trading ships between Africa and the Americas. While on board one insanitary slave ship Rushton was blinded by an infection. He returned to his home in Liverpool and became a political radical, including campaigning for the abolition of slavery. Rushton published his West Indian Eclogues in 1787. He opened the successful and lasting Liverpool School for the Indigent Blind in 1791. He published a reprimand to George Washington for owning slaves in 1797. Rushton published his Poems in 1806, including a poem of praise to Toussaint L'Overture and the Black Haitian revolutionaries. Rushton's anti-slavery writings also included cultural details he had learned from his earlier contacts with enslaved Africans, such as a "negro" "Egbo", held in slavery in the British West Indies, who swears by "Obi" and has a wife named "Zuna". In 1807 an operation partially restored Edward Rushton's eyesight and he saw his wife and children for the first time.
Neglected Tar, 1806, from Poems by Edward Rushton
To ocean's sons I lift the strain,
A race renown'd in story;
A race whose wrongs are Britain's stain,
Whose deeds are Britain's glory.
By them, when courts have banish'd peace,
Your sea-girt land's protected,
But when war's horrid thunderings cease,
These bulwarks are neglected.
When thickest darkness covers all,
Far on the trackless ocean,
When lightnings dart, when thunders roll,
And all is wild commotion;
When o'er the barque the foam-capt waves,
With boisterous sweep are rolling,
The seaman feels, yet nobly braves,
The storm's terrific howling.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him,
When all the canvas hangs supine,
And food and water fail him,
Then oft he dreams of that loved shore,
Where joys are ever reigning, -
The watch is called, his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Now deep immers'd in sulphurous smoke,
Behold him at his station,
He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,
And moves, all animation.
The battle roars, the ship's a wreck,
He smiles amid the danger,
And though his messmates strew the deck,
To fear his soul's a stranger.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him,
When all the canvass hangs supine,
And food and water fail him,
Then oft he dreams of that loved shore,
Where joys are ever reigning;
The watch is called - his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Or burning on that noxious coast,
Where death so oft befriends him;
Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland's frost,
True courage still attends him.
No clime can this eradicate,
He glories in annoyance,
He, fearless, braves the storms of fate,
And bids grim death defiance.
Why should the man, who knows no fear,
In peace be thus neglected?
Behold him move along the pier,
Pale, meagre, and dejected;
He asks a berth with downcast eye,
His prayers are disregarded,
Refus'd — ah hear the veteran sigh,
And say, are tars rewarded?
Much to these fearless souls you owe,
In peace then would you starve them?
What say you, patriot souls? Oh no!
Admire, protect, preserve them.
And oh! reflect, if war again
Should menace your undoing,
Reflect, who then would sweep the main,
And shield your realm from ruin.
CHORUS
Then oh! protect the hardy tar,
Be mindful of his merit,
And if pure justice urge the war,
He'll show his daring spirit.
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1820, The Tough Wooden Walls, Roud V11049, recorded from 1820 (title recorded from 1804)
Reputedly sung at Vauxhall Gardens by the famous Mr Dignum in 1804 (according to books such as The Whim of the Day, and other sources), and possibly on the streets of London by the almost equally famous Black British naval veteran and street singer Joseph Johnson by 1817 (according to Vagabondiana, which names the song as "The Wooden Walls of Old England"), and perhaps popular enough to be parodied not long after.
Vaughan Williams Memorial Library: www.vwml.org/record/RoudBS/B86180
The Tough Wooden Walls (Roud V11049, oddly one number after the apparently later parody), 1820, from The Vocal Library, book
When the despots of France felt a wish to invade
The island that freedom had long call'd her own,
The impulse of honour each Briton obey'd,
Determined to fight for his country and crown:
Then encircled by fleets she has nothing to fear,
While no civil commotions her people dissever;
This adage remains ev'ry Briton to cheer,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
Then what fear can invasion impress on the mind
If Britons for ever united we stand,
While our brave Volunteers in true valour combin'd,
Step forward to fight for our dear native land:
With such guardians as these, let the boasters appear,
Shall we e'er yield to Frenchmen? Oh Englishmen, never;
For this adage remains, ev'ry Briton to cheer,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
Then a health to the fleets which our islands surround,
Success to their Adm'rals courageously brave;
With their actions of valour the heavens resound,
The deeds of our Navy, our country to save.
Approbation this toast from each Briton must meet,
Prosper well ev'ry Englishman's loyal endeavour,
May God save the King, his army and fleet,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
Its going to be a long weekend for me. I miss you!
I really dont findit offensive when people say a womans place is in the kitchen. After all its not the easiest place to be in, for men and women alike. Its hard work cooking and, it takes talent, patience and love.
I told Lisha that if she wants to see more pictures of herself and samples of her emails to me on Flickr, that she should continue emailing me. This makes 18 unopened emails from her to me since the beginning of the summer.
So let's have a look at one of her emails from 2005.
In the following email to me, Lisha begins by referring to a codicil to Tiz's Will that Big Sis and I hoped to find after Tiz's death - one that would have cut Lisha out of a share in the tangible items from Tiz's estate. Tiz had told Ruthie and Big Sis that she'd prepared such a codicil, but it's possible that she'd intended to write one and never followed through with it.
All misspellings, grammar and syntax errors, and lapses in truth and logic, are just as they appeared in the email. Take it away, Alicia!
GUESS WHAT! IT WAS NOT THERE, AND YOU AND THE FAT BITCH OLD SISTER COULD NOT FIND IT. TIZ TORE IT UP. SHE CALLED ME THE NIGHT BEFORE SHE WENT INTO A COMA.you had 90 days to findit, and it was not there. you help kill tiz by your lack of respect to come to her house, 1st , pick up car and then, go get the dog. shecalled me every day,because you didnt contact her for 10 days. she was very upset. she wanted her dog back. and you took yourself on a vacation. see,that shows lack of maturity, which goesback to yur narcissism and your use of drugs. our parents aredead. you have no parents alive. you have to grow up. your depression was created by your ILLEGAL DRUG USE FROM THE AGE OF16.SO BLAME YOURSELF FOR YOUR DEPRESSION.MAYBE YOU CAN GO TO EVENTS AND TALK TO YOUNG PEOPLE WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR BRAIN. HAVE A BRAIN SCAN. SEE WHAT IS THERE! YOU CAN AFFORD, IT NOW. THE OTHER CAUSE OF DEPRESSION AT CHILDHOOD AGE,IS LACK OF PROPER NUTRITION. THE FOOD WAS AWFUL. WE WERE VERY POOR,WILL. I REMEMBER,WHEN YOU CAME HOME, ONE AFTERNOON AND COMPLAINED THAT YOU WERENT GETTING PLAYING TIME,WITH COACH PHILLIPS. I EXPLAINED TO YOU, AT THE TIME,THAT YOU HAVE TO BE A TEAM PLAYER. you didnt seem to care about doing that. you wanted to play ,because you were [Vermont Ferret]. but you did listen to me, and got more playing time. A FRIEND OF MINE, FROM EHS TOLD ME YEARS LATER, THAT HE KNEW YOU AND THAT YOU WERE SMOKING POT ON DORM. AT 16!!!!pot stays on the brain for four months. ILLEGAL DRUGS CAUSE "brain change" and many former users become depressed in their later years. as a sheriff here, told me, "the age that you start using drugs, is the age that you remain the rest of your life." sounds true about you. YOUR DEPRESSION WAS CAUSED BY YOUR WEAKNESS TO USE AND TO CONTINUE TO USE, ILLEGAL DRUGS, MAGIC MUSHROOOMS, COCAINE, ETC. I REMEMBER A FRIEND TELLING ME, THAT SHE KNEW YOU IN COLLEGE AND A QUEENS COLLEGE PROFESSOR GOT YOU TO EAT MORE THAN TOMATO SOUP AND FRUIT COCKTAIL......SO MY ADVICE TO YOU, IF YOU ARE FEELING A MOMENT TO HAVE POT, COCAINE, ETC AGAIN,GET YOURSELF TO A STATE REHAB PROGRAM! YOU WASTED A VERY GOOD BRAIN ON DRUGS. YOU CREATED YOUR OWN ILLNESS,BY THE DRUGS THAT YU USED,AND PROBABLY, ARE STILL DOING "TO FEEL GOOD." PEOPLE LIKE YOU, DO END UP ON THE STREET FOR THE DRUG USE. I HAVE STORIES FROM FRIENDS ON THEIR RELATIVES, WHO DID END UP LIVING ON THE STREET. YOUR SCRAWNY BODY, WAS CAUSED BY USING DRUGS,TOOO... ALL THOSE YEARS. i guess we will know if yu are using drugs again, by your body weight. whatever you say about me, i dont care, because you are former druggie who fried his brain.
E la domanda è valida tutt'ora, a 67 anni di distanza: che male può aver mai fatto Cagliari per meritare una tale distruzione? Il fatto che una città possegga due aeroporti e un porto commerciale non è una ragione valida per raderla al suolo. La ragione vera è un'altra: è la crudeltà, quella che sta alla base di qualunque guerra e di qualunque posizione si prenda all'interno della guerra stessa. Crudeltà vera e propria, e nient'altro.
In trasparenza, un'immagine aerea di Cagliari in fiamme alle 14:28 del 13 Maggio 1943 subito dopo i bombardamenti. (tratta dal libro "Cagliari 1943: dai bombardamenti alo sbarco alleato" di Alessandro Ragatzu, 2003)
In questi video si trovano le testimonianze di chi i bombardamenti li ha vissuti in prima persona:
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 1
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 2
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 3
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 4
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 5
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 6
Inoltre è commovente la visione della Processione di Sant'Efisio nel '43, a testimonianza della volontà di Cagliari di voler festeggiare il proprio Santo protettore anche sotto il pericolo dei bombardamenti.
Per maggiori informazioni sui bombardamenti alleati a Cagliari rimando ai seguenti link:
video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7636317980922212135&....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW-ABtP5bdE
it.youtube.com/watch?v=KMWRx0vDBnI&NR=1
digilander.libero.it/emcalvino/bombe/cronologia.html
www.matmatprof.it/cagliari/_private/i_bombardamenti.htm
www.cronacaonline.it/portale/altre/sessantesimo_bombardam...
www.mariusesculapio.com/Ricordi
www.villacidro.net/zzz/storia/1943.htm
e infine questa triste, bellissima canzone: it.youtube.com/watch?v=WEFzoSMdGTs
This beautiful old house in Haverhill, Mass was repainted recently in a sort of burnt umber / orange. If you try to find it in Google Street View you might miss it since it used to be light green. I like the new color better.
Finally came across these scans. I posted the endpapers a couple years ago. This was one of my son's favorite books. He's 23, so he was in the first generation to chant the Pokerap!
"Let's Find Pokemon!" book, a "Where's Waldo"-style book with the famous anime critters.
1999, Nintendo; published by Viz Communications, and printed in Hong Kong. Art by Kazunori Aihara.
Go here to test your knowledge:
tvirtos, kokybiskos, nekanda. Man su 172 ugiu tiko M/L.
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I had this idea of taking three different mediocre board games* and combining them into one really good board game.
However my interest waned when the rules and game play became somewhat convoluted.
It was quite fun designing the board and playing pieces though.
Take note of the casket with a window in the grave in the center of the Patio.
(*Hasbro's Clue/Cluedo was NOT one of the inspirations despite the creepy house layout. This was a totally different game.)
This image is copyrighted.
Finally came across these scans. I posted the endpapers a couple years ago. This was one of my son's favorite books. He's 23, so he was in the first generation to chant the Pokerap!
"Let's Find Pokemon!" book, a "Where's Waldo"-style book with the famous anime critters.
1999, Nintendo; published by Viz Communications, and printed in Hong Kong. Art by Kazunori Aihara.
Go here to test your knowledge:
its got mighty chilly out there but i am glad i have re vamped this charity shop findit was just a dull green jumper but a few bits of braiding have lifted it to a nicevintage feel skirt way old primark shoes e bay
At Intersection of U.S. Routes 301-25-80
Statesboro, Georgia
Modern Air-Conditioned Restaurant with its Clean Open Kitchen and Quick Efficient Service on Tempting Foods to Please the Most Particular. Featuring Choice Beef, Raised on Our Own Angus Farms. Fried Chicken Our Specialty.
Also Fountain Service. Reasonable Prices.
We made this Find-It Jar for my parents for Christmas. The kids rounded up 40 or 50 little knickknacks from around the house, and we enlisted help from The Internet to come up with crossword-style clues for them. The 30 or so doodads with the best clues went into the jar that was then filled with glitter and sand, leaving a little empty space. I wrote the clues on a card that I then laminated and attached to the bottle.
The idea is that the someone will read the clue, try to figure out what kind of little object it might refer to, then tilt the bottle around until they locate said object in the sand. Alternatively, one can simply try to locate objects first, then try to match them to the clues.
The cool triangular bottle came from a thrift store, and the whatsits were free. The only thing that we had to pay for was the sand.
"Japan is pretty good for disaster footage," Alfonse said. "India remains largely untapped. They have tremendous potential with their famines, monsoons, religious strife, train wrecks, boat sinkings, et cetera. But their disasters tend to go unrecorded. Three lines in the newspaper. No film footage,no satellite hookup. This is why California is so important. We not only en joy seeing them punished for their relaxed life-style and progressive socialideas but we know we're not missing anything. The cameras are right there.They're standing by. Nothing terrible escapes their scrutiny.""You're saying it's more or less universal, to be fascinated by TV disasters
.""For most people there are only two places in the world. Where they live and their TV set. If a thing happens on television, we have every right to findit fascinating, whatever it is."
Clint's outfit for the Yellow party. We dyed some khaki jeans with turmeric to make them yellow. It worked surprisingly well.
standing.
All shirt.
diptych.
upstairs, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
September 30, 2016.
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BACKSTORY: 9/30: Rainbow Party #3: Yellow: The No Evite Late-Nite-BDSM Experiment: 21 people: Clint & Carolyn, Dave, Jess, Akira, Puppy, Svetlana, Paul & Katina, Evan, Wolf & Callan, Christi, Javier, Celia & Ben & Jeremy, Melisse, Sideshow Bob, Lisa, Alex. 7:30PM start time, but it took quite awhile before Svetlana showed up, and quite a bit longer (midnight) before the majority of the guests arrived. Clint's turmeric-dyed pants matched the yellow All shirt quite well. 4-5 Simpsons episodes playing at once, in tribute of yellow. Svetlana assembled the glow-in-the-dark triceratops; Wolfie assembled the human skeleton. The $~2 yardsale bowling alley (6 pins, 5 frames) was promptly destroyed by Callan throwing the ball instead of bowling it. Sideshow Bob brought his Violet Wand kit to show Clint, so we had 3 violet wands in the house. Yellow dress was almost universal -- but we missed Svetlana's bumblebee outfit :) The power went out around midnight, just as a lot of people were arriving. That didn't stop anything, and that didn't stop the 2AM light-BDSM scenes from happening either. Then Clint brought out as many battery powered things as possible. And then the Tazapper & TENS unit toys. At one point Clint lost his drink on the main road -- hiking around to try to identify the source of the power failure -- and it took awhile to findit in the dark. That cup almost escaped! It was the night of its life! For friends, The Facebook event page is at www.facebook.com/events/1618621541769405/
In ricordo dei bombardamenti alleati del 1943 sulla città di Cagliari.
In questi video si trovano le testimonianze di chi i bombardamenti li ha vissuti in prima persona:
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 1
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 2
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 3
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 4
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 5
1943, Cagliari sotto le bombe 6
Inoltre è commovente la visione della Processione di Sant'Efisio nel '43, a testimonianza della volontà di Cagliari di voler festeggiare il proprio Santo protettore anche sotto il pericolo dei bombardamenti.
Per maggiori informazioni sui bombardamenti alleati a Cagliari rimando ai seguenti link:
video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7636317980922212135&....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW-ABtP5bdE
it.youtube.com/watch?v=KMWRx0vDBnI&NR=1
digilander.libero.it/emcalvino/bombe/cronologia.html
www.matmatprof.it/cagliari/_private/i_bombardamenti.htm
www.cronacaonline.it/portale/altre/sessantesimo_bombardam...
www.mariusesculapio.com/Ricordi
www.villacidro.net/zzz/storia/1943.htm
e infine questa triste, bellissima canzone: it.youtube.com/watch?v=WEFzoSMdGTs
I need to pick this back up, I have so many shots to upload that I simply didn't get to this year.. trying again next year, I swear. :/
Today I took Diaz into Cincinnati on a treasure hunt. On Facebook one of my contacts posted a hunt for a free copy of this cute book - 100 were planted around the Greater Cincinnati area and each has a coupon for a free Flexi-lead and you have a chance to find a $250 coupon to a local pet store. I didn't find the coupon but I did find this book at Sawyer Park about 10AM after hobbling around due to feet injuries..I should NOT have been walking but I really wanted to find a book! This was inside some amphitheater, I saw a lot of dogs walking and was convinced all of the books had been found already but I got lucky. Poor Diaz was stuck sitting in this spot for maybe 45 minutes as I tried to massage my feet back into working for me to get to the car... we took a detour to a nKY dog park and happened to find a second book there too! What a cute idea, having people find books around a city and with each book found they also donate money towards an animal charity. I felt really dorky going out at 8AM to look for a hidden treasure but it was totally worth it.
Now I get a free Flexi-lead and cute book. ;3 www.facebook.com/AlcottAdventures