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...both vehicular and pedestrian in kensington market, i don't know how you maneuver these four passenger bikes through it all !
15/06/2023. Ladies European Tour 2023. Amundi German Masters, Golf & Country Club Seddiner See, Berlin, Germany . 15-18 June. Ellie Givens of England during the first round. Credit: Tristan Jones/ LET
Cristina Alonzo was given up for adoption after birth, lived in foster care for much of her life, and has lived on the streets the rest of it.
She had been pregnant once before, but she lost the baby to social services. She is pregnant again. A week ago, she was sleeping in back of a Mobile Station in the freezing January cold because she could not get housing.
Now she is in temporary housing in the Budget Motel in Liberty NY, waiting for emergency housing. Her boyfriend and alleged father of her child is with her much of the time.
Photographer Les Stone donates his time to capture the spirit of homeless teens for the Do1Thing project. do1thing.org.
It is the goal of Do1Thing to empower homeless youth to move themselves from homelessness to a permanent housing. Empowerment comes by outfitting the teens with training, items and supplies needed to overcome their current situations move forward.
Special thanks to Annette Rein, director at the Sullivan County Pregnancy Support Center in Liberty, NY, and Steve White from the
Sullivan County Homeless Support Center in Monticello, NY for helping us capture these images.
Do1Thing is a project of the Heart Gallery of New Jersey, Inc. is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization supported by the generous contributions of individuals, corporations and foundations.
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Given that there is very low demand for bleached coral in Second Life, this side was made from scratch by the students. It portrays what happens when the temperature of the water rises just a little.
A window given by Robert Wolvenden, Treasurer of York Minster 1426-1432. (The borders contain RW with lion's heads and suns). The glass depicts: Left light: St Chad and below him three scenes:
1) Chad saves hart with crucifix between antlers with king and queen looking on;
2) King Wulfere slays his sons
3) Chad on his deathbed.
Centre light: St Paulinus and below him three scenes:
1) Paulinus consecrated bishop;
2) Paulinus preaching before Edwin & nobles;
3) donor, Robert Wolvenden prays.
Right light: St Nicholas and below him:
1) Steward pours money into bag;
2) conversion of Jew: dishonest Christian under cart;
3) St Nicholas rescues three boys in tub.
Camera: Polaroid iex29
ISO 50
1/250s f 5.6
evening time
i like the street feel to it and how the trash can is blurred but still catches your eye cause of its bright color
Given its history and important role in our daily lives, it is fitting that this year, for the first time, the Minister of Energy, Mines and Petroleum Resources has proclaimed May Mining Month, expanding the celebration of this important industry from a single week to a full month.
Read more: news.gov.bc.ca/factsheets/mining-month-celebrates-minings...
This wild boy was given to a new home but found his way back to the house. I take him food when I go but I don't know what to do about him. He loves being outside so I certainly can't take him to my apartment. Sigh.
Given to me for clearing the debt on a lock up garage, no front end attached and the engine in pieces in the boot, rebuilt and sold for a healthy profit
Padley & Burbage Hike Conclusion:
I panicked when I arrived at the top of Higger Tor. I had given myself plenty of time, an hour to in fact! to find my spot but Higger Tor has so many different shapes, forms and possibilities in its gritstone that my mind started to race and so did my heart rate.
I found several spots I liked and it felt like being a small kid again in a toy store being told you can only choose one. I came to this spot, left, returned, left again, came back, went somewhere else but ultimately, like that kid in the toy store eventually does; I formed my bond with this spot and knew in my hearts of hearts this was the one I wanted.
After all the rushing about (which felt like hours in my mind) I sat down to realise I hadn't cut it quite as fine as I thought (*cough* as usual) leaving me the luxury of forty minutes to relax and enjoy watching the light go from yellow to orange and eventually that afterglow explosion of red and magenta.
I used the last of the afterglow light to take the lazy persons route off the tor and scrambled directly down, enjoying a night hike back along the way I came, through a very spooky Padley Gorge at night.
Given their propensity to deliver genuinely impressive hot hatches, Peugeot has, you might think, created a rod for its own back. Especially given the rampant success in this segment dating right back to the now legendary 205. Be that as it may, Peugeot can’t afford to drop the ball when it comes to launching a new hatch. And if you’re a fan of a little French kiss, the good news is that they haven’t.
You can check out the full review here at; www.mynrma.com.au/motoring/reviews/car-reviews/peugeot/pe...
Areruya Joseph and the Boys Given another classic reception at the Kanombe Airport for the second time in two weeks / February 5, 2018
The captain of the WFP vessel expressed his gratitude and appreciation for the assistance given by EU Naval Force warships to help keep World Food Programme ships safe from pirate attack.
Given their propensity to deliver genuinely impressive hot hatches, Peugeot has, you might think, created a rod for its own back. Especially given the rampant success in this segment dating right back to the now legendary 205. Be that as it may, Peugeot can’t afford to drop the ball when it comes to launching a new hatch. And if you’re a fan of a little French kiss, the good news is that they haven’t.
You can check out the full review here at; www.mynrma.com.au/motoring/reviews/car-reviews/peugeot/pe...
Photo given to LSE by Ginsberg's former neighbour Evelyn Osterweil
Morris Ginsberg: An Obituary (LSE Magazine, December 1970, No 40) – by Donald G. MacRae
“The death of Morris Ginsberg at the age of 81 does much more than sever a link with LSE going back in one form or another to 1911. Although physically frail in his latter years his mind was as powerful, as clear, as interested and as sceptical as ever down until the time of his death, an he was busily engaged in the planning of a new volume of essays. For long he has been the greatest British sociologist. During many years he had carried the burden of sociology in this country almost alone. What the subject has of rigour, order, clarity, scholarship, creative doubt and humane concern in 1970 is the legacy, above all of Ginsberg.
He was born in 1899 in one of the smaller communities of the Russian Empire. Coming to England as a lad he was fired by a faith in this country largely through reading a Hebrew translation of George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda – he always insisted that George Eliot read better in Hebrew, a thought that might have pleased that author. He performed brilliantly in philosophy at University College London, and became an authority on Melebranche – he published a translation of the Entretiens of 1688 in 1923. British critical realism attracted him and dominated the philosophical concerns that continued through his life. By 1911 he was drawn to LSE by Hobhouse and the new liberal sociology of Westermarck. The Manchester Guardian circle of these years deeply influenced his political outlook. In 1915 along with Hobhouse and Wheeler he published what is still a classic of comparative and statistical sociology. The Material Culture and Social Institutions of the Simpler Peoples. (Those who think of him as an essentially non-quantitative sociology should also remember his remarkable pioneering work of the 1920’s on social mobility.)
After war service – he was a sergeant engaged on the dangerous business of bringing ammunition-laden mule-teams up to the line on the Western Front – he returned to academic life in London, moving from University College (the Fellowship of which was one of his most prized honours) fully to LSE where in due course and one would think inevitably became the Martin White Professor of Sociology in succession to Hobhouse in 1929. He held this chair until 1954, but taught actively at the school even after retirement.
During these years he did important work in social psychology and in 1934 published his Sociology which in its brief compass, its learning in the European tradition of the subject, its succinct force, remains a classic. The crises of the 30’s actively involved him in the tasks of rescue and re-settlement of refugee scholars. When the School was evacuated to Cambridge during the second German war he carried with a success that was to leave him exhausted in 1945 an almost incredible range and burden of teaching. Yet on return to London he re-established and extended the LSE Department on the shoulders of which then rested the total responsibility for the development of sociology in Britain.
In all this the support and happiness of his marriage to Ethel Street made his tasks possible. Her long and tragic illness and death was to cloud his old age. His capacity for friendship, for kindness and concern was great and discriminating. He was shy and reserved, even bleak in manner, yet he was at heart warm and eminently practical. He did not fuss, so people under-estimated his human, scholarly and administrative achievements. With difficulty I persuaded him to publish the three volumes of his Essays in Sociology and Social Philosophy (1956-61). Their success delighted him. Their importance is not exhausted: spare in style, always clear, to many people they have seemed essentially critical and exegetical. But this is not the case. Too scrupulous in his debt to Hobhouse and Westermarck he concealed his own originality and wealth of analysis. He made much dangerous nonsense henceforth impossible. He greatly advanced a comparative and institutional sociology at once creative and highly disciplined. His concern with the quality of social life and his sense of rigour made him in my judgement almost the only social philosopher of our age.
The influence of his teaching, he was an almost perfect if austere lecturer, has been international. His rationalism, his short term pessimism and longer term hope annoyed the passionate and impatient. Yet they gained from his wise stoicism and deep concern. His humour was private and not always kind, but it was without malice. (How, he reflected, could Malinowski have found more to say about the Trobriands than Gibbon on the fall of Rome?) His loyalty to those he loved never faltered. There is so much that one has no room to say here about him: suffice it to establish that he was one of those who made his subject out of stubborn fact and complexity, made the LSE both unique and great among institutions of higher learning, and who helped his friends and students to endure.”
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i've given up on the super high heels = just not practical for me day-to-day with an infant.
i LOVE my saltwater sandals...i bought them last summer when i was pregnant with p. and they are one of the only pair of shoes i have that do no give me blisters. they are ridiculously comfortable and i think rather classic. i'm planning on getting a pair for p. eventually...
Ellie Givens teeing off from the 10th during round 2 of the 2012 Banesto Valencia
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16/06/2023. Ladies European Tour 2023. Amundi German Masters, Golf & Country Club Seddiner See, Berlin, Germany . 15-18 June. Ellie Givens of England during the second round. Credit: Tristan Jones/ LET
"Million Dollar Quartet" is the name given to recordings made on Tuesday December 4, 1956 in the Sun Record Studios in Memphis, Tennessee. The recordings were of an impromptu jam session among Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, and Johnny Cash.
The jam session seems to have happened by pure chance. Perkins, who by this time had already met success with "Blue Suede Shoes", had come into the studios that day, accompanied by his brothers Clayton and Jay and by drummer W.S. Holland, their aim being to cut some new material, including a revamped version of an old blues song, "Matchbox". Sam Phillips, the owner of Sun Records, who wished to try to fatten this sparse rockabilly instrumentation, had brought in his latest acquisition, singer and piano man extraordinaire Jerry Lee Lewis, still unknown outside Memphis, to play piano on the Perkins session.
Sometime in the early afternoon, Elvis Presley, a former Sun artist himself but now at RCA, dropped in to pay a casual visit accompanied by a girlfriend, Marilyn Evans. He was, at the time, the biggest name in show business, having hit the top of the singles charts five times, and topping the album charts twice in the preceding 12-month period. Less than four months earlier, he had appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show, pulling an unheard-of 83% of the television audience, which was estimated at 55 million, the largest in history up to that time.
After chatting with Philips in the control room, Presley listened to the playback of Perkins’ session, which he pronounced to be good. Then he went out into the studio and some time later the jam session began. Phillips left the tapes running in order to "capture the moment" as a souvenir and for posterity. At some point during the session, Sun artist Johnny Cash, who had recently enjoyed a few hits on the country charts, popped in. (Cash wrote in his autobiography Cash that it was he who was first to arrive at Sun Studio that day.) As Jerry Lee pounded away on the piano, Elvis and girlfriend Evans slipped out at some point. Cash claims in Cash that "no one wanted to follow Jerry Lee, not even Elvis."
As the session continued, Phillips spotted an opportunity for some publicity and called a local newspaper, the Memphis Press-Scimitar. Bob Johnson, the newspaper’s entertainment editor, came over to the studios accompanied by a UPI representative named Leo Soroca and a photographer.
The following day, an article, written by Johnson about the session, was published in the Memphis Press-Scimitar under the title "Million Dollar Quartet". The article contained the now-famous photograph of Presley seated at the piano surrounded by Lewis, Perkins and Cash. (The original, uncropped version of the photo also includes Evans, shown seated atop the piano.)
Thunder Gulch x Turkos Turn (Turkoman)
Winnings: 13 Starts: 9 - 3 - 0, $3,968,500
2000: 1st Hollywood Futurity (G1,8.5F), Kentucky Cup Juvenile (G3,8.5F), 2nd Breeders' Cup Juvenile (G1,8.5F) Champagne S. (G1,8.5F)
2001: 1st Haskell Invitational (G1,9F), Preakness S. (G1,9.5F), Belmont S. (G1,12F), Travers S.(G1,10F), Santa Anita Derby (G1,9F), San Felipe S. (G2,8.5F)
2001 Eclipse Champion 3 YO Colt & Horse of the Year.Only horse in history to have won four $1m races in a row: the Preakness, the Belmont, the Haskell Invitational and the Travers.
Given the ethnic make-up of the area, I'm surprised these are in high demand when the shops on the High Street do much better "bulk" value, but then again, I do sometimes buy in an an emergency of can't be bothered or don't have time to go to the High Street.
Given in 1891 by Mrs Margaret Watson. It is a memorial to her Husband George Watson who dies in 1864, and their sone Dominick McGettrick Watson who died in 1890. The glass is in the style of William Francis Dixon.
Hunslet Warriors keep the ball alive, despite the close attentions of the York Acorn defence. South Leeds-based Warriors went down 28-22 at Dringhouses in amateur rugby league's National Conference League First Division.
Given that Cowboy Action Shooting requires four guns at a minimum, plus all the ammo and stuff that supports that, I see that a large number of people have these carts to roll all of their stuff around.
Kensitas flowers were woven from silk and given away with Kensitas cigarettes in 1933 & 1934. Never before or since their issue has a silk been given away contained in an outer protective card.
They were in two collections, about 100 in all I think.
I bought these few, from 1933, at a collectors' fair about twenty years ago. This size was given in packets of 20 cigarettes,
Postcard size given with packets of 50 - I've never seen these.
There are full details at www.kensitas-silkflowers.co.uk/
I've recently seen them used in a crazy quilt so I may use one or two - though it's nice to have them in their original little folders.
Nookumuhs is the Pequot word for “my grandmother” and is the name given to the mishoon, a traditional dugout canoe, constructed on the Pequot Museum’s farmstead this spring. Our Mission Mishoon Project represents a cultural resurgence in a new area of “reclaiming the waterways.” Therefore, Nookumuhs or Grandmother, symbolizes the matriarch of a cultural movement that will hopefully continue to grow.
Wampanoag canoe makers, Jonathan Perry, cultural officer at Martha's Vineyard Aquinnah Cultural Center, and Darius Coombs, associate director of the Wampanoag Indigenous Program, guided the construction with volunteer assistance from members of several Native American communities. This was the largest mishoon made in the traditional method of burning and hand scraping in over 200 years.
On August 8, 2015, Nookumuhs made her maiden voyage from the Mystic Seaport to Noank and back, paddled by 12 representatives from 6 New England tribes; the Mashantucket Pequots, the Narragansetts, the Schaghticokes, the Passamaquoddy, and Aquinnah and Mashpee Wampanoags and the Shinnecocks from Long Island.
MAHAVATAR BABAJI CAVE
Mahāvatār Bābājī (literally; Great Avatar Dear Father) is the name given to an Indian saint and yogi by Lahiri Mahasaya and several of his disciples,[2] who reported meeting him between 1861 and 1935. Some of these meetings were described by Paramahansa Yogananda in his book Autobiography of a Yogi, including a first-hand report of Yogananda's own meeting with the yogi.[3]Another first hand account was given by Yukteswar Giri in his book The Holy Science.[4] According to Sri M's autobiography (Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master) Babaji, was Shiva. In the second last chapter of his book, he mentions Babaji changing his form to that of Shiva. All of these accounts, along with additional reported meetings, are described in various biographies.[5][6][7]According to Yogananda's autobiography, Babaji has resided for at least hundreds of years in the remote Himalayan regions of India, seen in person by only a small number of disciples and others.[3][8] The death less Master is more than 2000 years old. He belongs to a very powerful lineage of Siddha Boganthar and Rishi Agastya as his Gurus. He acquired this deathless, non perishable body through tough yogik kriyas.
Again, according to his autobiography, shortly before Yogananda left for America in 1920, Babaji came to his home in Calcutta, where the young monk sat deeply praying for divine assurance regarding the mission he was about to undertake. Babaji said to him: "Follow the behest of your guru and go to America. Fear not; you shall be protected. You are the one I have chosen to spread the message of Kriya Yoga in the West
There are very few accounts of Babaji's childhood. One source of information is the book Babaji and the 18 Siddha Kriya Yoga tradition by Marshal Govindan.[9]According to Govindan, Babaji was named Nagarajan (king of serpents) by his parents. [8] V.T. Neelakantan and S.A.A. Ramaiah founded on 17 October 1952, (they claim – at the request of Babaji) a new organization, "Kriya Babaji Sangah," dedicated to the teaching of Babaji's Kriya Yoga. They claim that in 1953 Mahavatar Babaji told them that he was born on 30 November 203 CE in a small coastal village now known as Parangipettai, Cuddalore district of Tamil Nadu, India.[10] Babaji's Kriya Yoga Order of Acharyas Trust (Kriya Babaji Sangah) and their branch organizations claim his place and date of birth.[10] He was a disciple of Bogar and his birth name is Nagarajan.[9][10]
In Paramahansa Yogananda's Autobiography of a Yogi, many references are made to Mahavatar Babaji, including from Lahirī and Sri Yukteshwar.[3] In his book The Second Coming of Christ, Yogananda states that Jesus Christ went to India and conferred with Mahavatar Babaji.[8] This would make Babaji at least 2000 years old.[11] According to Govindan's book, Babaji Nagaraj's father was the priest of the village's temple. Babaji revealed only those details which he believed to be formative as well as potentially instructive to his disciples. Govindan mentioned one incident like this: "One time Nagaraj's mother had got one rare jackfruit for a family feast and put it aside. Babaji was only 4 years old at that time. He found the jackfruit when his mother was not around and ate it all. When his mother came to know about it, she flew in blind rage and stuffed a cloth inside Babaji's mouth, nearly suffocating him, but he survived. Later on he thanked God for showing him that she was to be loved without attachment or illusion. His Love for his mother became unconditional and detached."[9]
When Nagaraj was about 5 years old, someone kidnapped him and sold him as a slave in Calcutta (now Kolkata). His new owner however was a kind man and he freed Nagaraj shortly thereafter. Nagaraj then joined a small group of wandering sannyāsin due to their radiant faces and love for God. During the next few years, he wandered from place to place, studying holy scriptures like the Vedas, Upanishad, Mahabharata, Ramayana, Bhagavad Gita.
According to Marshall Govindan's book, at the age of eleven, he made a difficult journey on foot and by boat with a group of ascetics to Kataragama, Sri Lanka. Nagaraj met Siddha Bhogarnathar and became his disciple. Nagaraj performed intensive yogic sadhana for a long time with him. Bhogarnathar inspired Nagaraj to seek his initiation into Kriya Kundalini Pranayam from Siddha Agastya. Babaji became a disciple of Siddha Agastya. Nagaraj was initiated into the secrets of Kriya Kundalini Pranayama or "Vasi Yogam". Babaji made a long pilgrimage to Badrinath and spent eighteen months practising yogic kriyataught to him by Siddha Agastya and Bhogarnathar. Babaji attained self-realization shortly thereafter.[9]
It is claimed that these revelations were made by Babaji himself to S.A.A. Ramaiah, a young graduate student in geology at the University of Madras and V.T. Neelakantan, a famous journalist, and close student of Annie Besant, President of the Theosophical Society and mentor of Krishnamurti. Babaji was said to have appeared to each of them independently and then brought them together to work for his Mission in 1942
By Kailash Mansarovar Foundation Swami Bikash Giri www.sumeruparvat.com , www.naturalitem.com
YORK, ENGLAND - SEPTEMBER 29: during the Friendly match between i2i Albion and i2i Blue at Haxby Road on September 29th 2022 in North Yorkshire, United Kingdom. (Photo by Matthew Appleby)
Part 12 of the history of my life in care at the National Children's Home. 1965-1968
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At the point we left the flat there was only a light drizzle. Sister intended to take me to my new school and to get my admission sorted out. They had already made enquiries about me joining the school. Having some idea on the results from a previous school it had been decided, with the choice of an ‘A’ form and a ‘B’ form. It would be the latter I would join; there did not seem to be a ‘C’ stream. Owing to overcrowding, a few classes were situated in the annex of the school, quite some distance from the main new school. Had I been attending the main school, Sister would have given the job to one of the older boys to take me to school on Monday and to see I returned with them at the end of the afternoon. Sister was not even sure if any others of my age from the Home were at the annex. If I was the only one, then some arrangement would have to be made for Monday when I officially would start.
A little way into our walk it decided to pour with rain. I was fine, the raincoat I had brought with me, and the wellingtons Sister had found, kept me dry. I resisted splashing in the puddles, but Sister seemed to be concentrating on our journey to watch where her feet went and soon ended up soaked without any help from me. I made a mental note of roughly our route; it seemed easy enough. Once we had arrived at the end of the road, we followed the next road down, then crossing over we went up a slight hill and carried on walking, eventually coming to the school. Sister explained that she thought this was the quickest route; if not, others would soon tell me. There was one rule to follow when I did start school. At the end of the day when school finished, I was to come straight back to the Home; there was to be no visiting any friends’ houses, and even when I arrived in the Home I was to come straight indoors.
We entered the school; from the outside, it looked like an old village school. Sister had timed our arrival perfectly; the bell for the start of morning break was just being rung. Within a short while, a teacher came out to see us. It appeared that my arrival was expected.
It was explained to me that I would be staying for school lunches. On a Monday morning when the lunch money was collected for the week, I should simply tell my teacher that I was from the Home; there was no need to bring any money with me. I would not be alone as there was one other boy from the Home that was in the class I would be joining.
Sister asked the teacher if the boy was here today, as she would like a word with him about escorting me from the Home on Monday and seeing that I arrived back at the end of the day. The next question Sister asked was on what day PE and games took place. Sister was now told that as this school did not have any grassed area, we did not really have games. There might be a short PE lesson in the playground, but it depended on the weather. If it was fine, that lesson could be on any day so it was best to keep some PE clothes handy. Sister decided that it might be best if I took my PE kit in on a Monday and just returned it on a Friday, which would mean I was not left out of any lessons. I was now told that when the weather was fine there were also swimming lessons; as we went to an open-air pool the weather was the deciding factor. If I did not know how to swim I would soon pick it up. Apart from short doggy paddles for about twenty five yards in the sea, I had only been taken to the swimming pool on odd occasions.
We were left alone whilst the teacher went away to see if the other boy from the Home was here. Within a short while, a boy of my own age was brought in. I was now introduced to Edward. Sister asked him if he could come to my flat on Monday to bring me to school and see that I arrived back with him. From his expression, I could see that it was not going to be a problem. The teacher suggested that it would be nice for him to have a friend to come to school with.
Sister mentioned that she was not really looking forward to the walk back with me. The teacher now suggested that I might as well stay, if there were no plans for me; at least it would make sure that Edward could show me the way back when lessons finished. I did not seem to have any say in the matter; Sister seemed to think it was a good idea. The teacher told me that lunch for me was not going to be a problem; there was always plenty sent down from the main school.
It was now suggested to Edward that he first should show me where the boys’ toilet was, and then where I could hang my coat. We headed down a small corridor. Edward asked me when I had arrived at the Home. He told me that he had not said much in front of the Sister, as she was known to be one of the strictest Sisters at the Home. He would make sure that he called for me first thing on Monday, as he did not fancy the telling off that he would get if he forgot. We went outside just as the bell was being rung and the few boys that were outside were ushered in.
The boys’ lavatory was quite primitive. It was at one side of the playground. Edward commented that on wet days it was best to make sure that you did not have to leave the room in the middle of the lesson. If you ran across without your coat you would get soaked, and as the urinal part was mostly open to the sky you will also get soaked unless you used one of the cubicles.
At this school they don't mind you leaving in the middle of a lesson, at the main school they don't let us leave the room, you might want to go back to wearing waterproof pants under your shorts like we did in the infants.
We stayed outside for a little longer. Edward told me that there was little point in getting back into school straight away as we were still in the morning period and it was all written work; had I arrived in the afternoon then things would be different.
It was great being at this school; most afternoons we did not have difficult lessons. As we did not have any of the equipment or spare rooms like the main school, if we did art lessons, everything had to be brought out of cupboards and put away at the end. In the evening our school was used by adults for their lessons, so we spent the last part of every afternoon clearing up. If we finished quickly, we were often let out a few minutes early.
Eventually Edward decided that it was time to return. I was taken into the classroom; coats and belongings were hung up on the back wall. The teacher introduced me to the others. There was only a small number in my class; it was not really cramped but the desks took up most of the room, with just odd tables at one side and a blackboard on an easel at the front next to a main blackboard. Edward had gone back to his own desk; I was now given a desk at the only remaining space on the other side of the room.
There was the instruction that for the moment there was not any point for me to do written work, as they were just finishing off a subject. Looking around the room there did not seem to be any set uniform here. It was mostly grey shirts with a pullover or jumper; these were mainly blues and grey shades, but there was nothing really to suggest a set style. I seemed to fit in with grey shirt and blue jumper.
From what the boy next to me was wearing it seemed to prove that no high standard of clothing was demanded. Other than the last school in London most of the schools I attended seemed to set a level that we should attain in both design and neatness. The boy whom I now shared a desk with had a shirt that was cream but had a faint blue check woven into its fabric. Both the collar and cuffs were well frayed; the jumper was a fairly rough coarse grey wool which showed the signs of darning at the elbows many times. From the way Sister had inspected my clothes, I did not think I was ever going to be allowed to dress like that.
Although the teacher was talking, my partner at the desk wasted no time in asking my name and telling me that he was called Bob. Having been to several schools, I had become quite used to working out within a very short while who my close friends would be. Whilst Edward had been quite nice to me and I probably would become his friend, it was almost the moment that I sat down next to Bob, that I worked out that he was going to be one of my close friends. I was like a magnet and seemed to be able to attract trouble, and I might have guessed that with Bob sitting alone, possibly the teacher had a good reason why he should have a desk to himself.
I tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, in the hope of catching up when the next lesson started. If Bob wanted to gain my attention, there was a light kick on my shins; it was not spiteful or painful as they were well protected – this was done to get my attention without the need to speak. By the time the lesson ended, I thought that I had managed to understand the work. Talking started immediately, and books were soon put away. Within moments we were allowed our freedom. The teacher now told me that she would see me at the start of the afternoon lesson to sort out any books I would need.
Bob asked if I was staying to school dinners and, as soon as I replied yes, it was decided I was going to be his partner during lunch. We went through to one of the other classrooms that were slowly transformed into the dining area. Large benches were placed together and a large waterproof cloth stretched across; the stools we were to sit on were now placed at regular intervals. Bob pulled me to one side; it appeared that there were ideal positions where you could sit without any table legs getting in the way. Another boy came and sat on the other side of me. Soon names and a number of facts had been exchanged between us. I felt quite happy about the move to this school, from what I could see it was not that strict. Afternoon lessons soon passed and I returned to the Home to explore more of my new life.
Given my love of Land Rovers I thought that I would go and spend a couple of hours outside the NAC at Stoneleigh since this weekend was Land Rover Max I thought that this would give me a chance for the first time to have a go at a bit of panning, to say its hard would be an understatement :D
Given in 1891 by Mrs Margaret Watson. It is a memorial to her Husband George Watson who dies in 1864, and their sone Dominick McGettrick Watson who died in 1890. The glass is in the style of William Francis Dixon.
13/11/2020. Ladies European Tour 2020. Aramco Saudi Ladies International Presented By Public Investment Fund. Royal Greens Golf & Country Club, Saudi Arabia. November 12-15 2020. Eleanor Givens of England during the second round. Credit: Tristan Jones.
Given that jet fighters might be tricky to fly for pilots used to flying propeller aircraft, let alone new trainee pilots, Lockheed proposed in 1945 that a two-seat conversion trainer be built for the P-80 Shooting Star. The US Army Air Force rejected the idea on cost grounds, citing that the T-6 Texan already in service would be sufficient enough. After a series of fatal crashes of the P-80, the USAAF revisited Lockheed’s proposal, which included extending the P-80’s fuselage by three feet, extending the canopy backwards, and adding a second cockpit with full flight controls. This aircraft, designated first TP-80C on its maiden flight in March 1948, then TF-80C, then finally T-33A, would go on to be far more successful than the fighter it was based on.
The T-33 was designed to be simple, robust, and easy to fly for trainee pilots, though it was intended at first to be only used for propeller-qualified pilots to transition into jets. As propeller aircraft were mostly phased out of the independent US Air Force’s inventory, the service made the decision to go to an “all-jet” training syllabus, and as a result pilots began flying T-33s in flight school.
The “T-Bird,” as it became known, could still be unforgiving in certain circumstances, and was less forgiving as the T-37 Tweet or the T-38 Talon that would eventually replace it. It also was an aircraft for practical jokers: the in-and-outs of the T-33 was something only experienced pilots knew well, and trainees could be subjected to all kinds of tricks by the instructor pilot. The T-33 was, however, eminently reliable. Even after it was withdrawn from training units in the mid-1950s, it soldiered on as a “hack” aircraft for units, a familiarization aircraft, advanced trainer, and aggressor aircraft, especially in Air Defense Command and Air National Guard units.
Well into the 1980s, T-33s could be found in frontline USAF units, and it was said that, when the last F-16 was retired, the pilot would hitch a ride home in a T-Bird. While this did not prove true, it was not off by much—the last USAF T-33s did not leave the inventory until around 1988. The US Navy also used T-33s, including both standard Shooting Stars and the heavily modified TV-1 Seastar, which had a larger engine, reworked tail, and strengthened fuselage for carrier operations. While the Seastar was replaced in the 1960s by the T-2 Buckeye, standard T-33s remained as test and chase aircraft for the Navy’s test squadrons into the 1990s.
Because of its robustness and cheap flyaway price, the T-33 was also popular with foreign air forces: no less than 41 nations operated T-33s at one time or another, and it was license-built in Japan by Kawasaki and in Canada as the CT-133 Silver Star, which differed from US-built aircraft only in using a Rolls-Royce Nene engine. While it was usually used in the trainer role, many were modified for a variety of roles, including armed AT-33s and reconnaissance RT-33s (some of which were also used by the USAF). AT-33s, which were basically two-seat F-80s, were used in several conflicts worldwide, mainly in South America; Bolivia still uses its AT-33s as frontline counterinsurgency aircraft. While Bolivia remains the only air force to still operate T-33s on a regular basis, many of these nations did not retire their Shooting Stars until the late 1990s—Canada did not retire its last CT-133s until 2008, and Boeing Aircraft has two T-33As on charge as chase aircraft. 6557 T-33s were built overall, and today over 80 and possibly as many as a hundred survive, with many still flyable.
Finding the history of a T-33 is often an exercise in frustration, and 56-3361 is no different. What units it served with while in USAF service is unknown. It was retired in 1973 and donated to the Detroit Public Schools system as a ground instruction trainer for the system's aeronautical school, but this only lasted a year before the USAF repossessed the aircraft and moved it to Cheyenne Regional Airport, Wyoming, as a gate guard for the 153rd Tactical Airlift Group of the Wyoming ANG. 56-3361 would remain on display until 2005, when it was removed and placed in storage. The aircraft had not been looking well after decades of being exposed to Wyoming winters. It was rebuilt and repainted by the 153rd, and put back on display in 2019, this time at the Wyoming National Guard Museum, just a few blocks from the airport.
The restoration on 56-3361 was superb, and it carries the markings of when the 153rd was a fighter-interceptor group flying F-86L Sabre Dogs. Unfortunately, it looks (as of this writing) that the Wyoming National Guard Museum may be permanently closed, but I was able to get a fairly good shot through the fence of this aircraft.
Givens House (a tower block) owned and managed by Whitefriars Housing Group (which took over all the housing stock owned by Coventry City Council) a few years ago.
The side of Givens House is currently advertising the Myton Hospice Appeal - raising money for a hospice to be built at the local hospital in Coventry.
Given the bulk of these horses and the thick hair on their legs, it is quite likely that they belong to a category such as the Clydesdale breed. Originally, heavy horses such as these were used to carry armour-clad knights into battle. Due to their large build, these horses were perfect for ferrying supplies.
In addition to having to fight the enemy, soldiers and animals on the Western Front also had to battle against the elements. So on top of the rain, mud and freezing fog, frost and snow also combined to create an icy Hell. Despite the many difficulties caused by bad weather conditions, however, Hell freezing over could also have positive effects, such as when attacks were called off due to the appalling living and dying conditions.
[Original reads: 'SCENES ON THE WESTERN FRONT. Snow at the front. Transport horses going to water.']