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This was my first car given to me by my father. A luxuriously roomy and "road worthy" car. I gave rides to tons of friends throughout my last few years of high school, mostly though to my foreign exchange friends from Zambia. Many times I would get lost in this car. This of course was the days before in car GPS. One time I forgot the way home and the only way I knew to get home is to go the length of the Las Vegas strip. You can imagine the excitement of my foreign friends as I crawled along the Las Vegas strip to get us all home on a busy Friday or Saturday night.
This wasn't always a great car. Purchased for $1700 by my father, we put at least the same amount in it to make it a real nice ride. Originally, the car was a faded royal blue, which we eventually painted white. Before it was my car, my mom would drive it to take trips from Lake Havasu City, AZ to Kingman, AZ and sometimes Las Vegas, NV for doing clinical work during her nursing school. All her nursing friends would love to go on trips for the roominess of the Crown Vic, which we called "the box." They liked it so much that they never wanted to go on a trip without it.
This was the car I learned how to drive in. I'll never forget how nervous I was driving it on Highway 95 which was the main drag of Lake Havasu. But how lucky I was to have eight cylinders! I may never again drive a car with a V-8, but it sure was nice while it lasted. We ended up selling the car to an old man, similar to the old man we originally bought it from. The selling price? $1700 with a smog check.
The Postcard
A high-definition early view of a misericord in Chichester Cathedral on a postally unused postcard by Raphael Tuck & Sons Ltd.
Given that it is well over 600 years old, it is a very stylish and imaginative piece of carving which could almost be a piece of modern sculpture.
Misericords
Prayers in early medieval churches were often said standing with uplifted hands. The old and infirm could use crutches or, as time went by, misericordia (literally, an act of mercy).
Seating was constructed so that when the seats were turned up, the undersides were provided with a small shelf, thereby giving a person a small degree of comfort by leaning against it. The carving is always executed out of sight on the underside of the small shelf.
Misericords, which are usually skilfully carved, date in England from the 13th century.
The earliest existing set can be found in the choir stalls of Exeter Cathedral, and they contain the earliest-known image in the UK of an elephant.
The majority of English misericords date from the 14th. and 15th. centuries, and curiously most often represent pagan images and scenes - they can be quite at variance with the building in which they are located, the above image being a good example of this.
The scene depicted in the photograph is quite mild - it would probably best be described as cheeky - some misericords are downright salacious. Good examples of these are shown in Wikipedia in relation to Tréguier Cathedral in Brittany, France.
'An Arundel Tomb'
'An Arundel Tomb' is a poem by Philip Larkin, written and published in 1956, and subsequently included in his 1964 collection The Whitsun Weddings. It describes the poet's response to seeing a pair of recumbent medieval tomb effigies with their hands joined in Chichester Cathedral.
It is described by James Booth as "one of Larkin's greatest poems".
The Tomb
The tomb monument in Chichester Cathedral is now widely identified as that of Richard FitzAlan, 10th. Earl of Arundel (d. 1376) and his second wife, Eleanor of Lancaster (d. 1372).
The couple were buried in the chapter house of Lewes Priory, and their monument was probably fashioned by the master mason Henry Yevele: documentary evidence relates to the shipping of two "marble" tombs in January 1375 from Poole Harbour to London at Yevele's behest.
Having first been erected at Lewes Priory, the effigies were probably moved to Chichester following the priory's dissolution in 1537. The earliest certain record of their presence in the cathedral dates from 1635.
The male figure wears armour, and bears a lion rampant (the arms of the FitzAlan family) on his coat armour, and a lion's head couped as a crest on the helm beneath his head.
The female figure wears a veil, wimple, long gown and a mantle, all characteristic of the 14th. century; while beneath the gown, her legs are crossed.
In a feature common to many English tombs of this period, the knight has a lion at his feet, while the lady has a dog: the lion indicates valour and nobility, the dog loyalty. He has his right hand ungloved, and her right hand rests on his.
By the 19th. century, the Arundel effigies had become badly mutilated, and also separated from one another, being placed against the north wall of the northern outer aisle of the Cathedral, with the woman at the feet of the man.
In 1843 Edward Richardson (1812–1869) was commissioned to restore them. It was Richardson who was responsible not only for reuniting them side by side, but also for carving the present joined hands, the originals having been lost.
His research was conscientious, and the evidence would suggest that his restoration was reasonably faithful to the original pose. Nevertheless, it was Richardson who was responsible for the precise form of the hands.
An additional detail that may have been Richardson's own choice was to depict the knight's empty right-hand gauntlet held in his left hand.
The monument is not inscribed, and it is likely that Larkin's reference to "the Latin names around the base" was inspired by a card label placed by the cathedral authorities – which probably, in accordance with the thinking of the time, misidentified the couple as Richard FitzAlan, 11th. Earl of Arundel (d. 1397) and his countess.
Although many modern observers have – like Larkin – read the linking of hands as a sign of romantic love and affection, it seems more likely that the gesture's primary meaning was to signify the formal, legal, and sacramental bonds of matrimony.
The Poem
Larkin visited Chichester Cathedral with his lover Monica Jones in January 1956. He later claimed to have been very moved by the monument; while in an audio recording of the poem, he stated that the effigies were unlike any he had ever seen before, and that he had found them "extremely affecting".
The poem was completed on the 20th. February, and first published in the May 1956 issue of the London Magazine.
Larkin draws inspiration from the figures to muse on time, mortality, fidelity, and the nature of earthly love. In a letter to Monica written while the poem was still in progress, he identified his chief idea as that of:
"The two effigies lasting so long, and
in the end being remarkable only for
something they hadn't perhaps meant
very seriously".
Andrew Motion describes Larkin as:
"Using the detail of the hands as the
focus for one of his most moving
evocations of the struggle between
time and human tenderness".
The poem is as follows:
'Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd—
The little dogs under their feet.
Such plainness of the pre-baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock,
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.
They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail friends would see:
A sculptor’s sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.
They would not guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage,
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they
Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the glass. A bright
Litter of birdcalls strewed the same
Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came,
Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains:
Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.'
The final line is among the most quoted of all of Larkin's work. When read out of context, it may be understood as a sentimental endorsement of love enduring beyond the grave.
However, the poem as a whole is rather more nuanced, and challenges a simple romantic interpretation, even if in the end it is conceded to have:
"An inevitable ring of truth – if only
because we want so much to hear it".
James Booth describes it as possessing:
"A mix of stark pessimism
and yearning despair".
Larkin himself wrote at the end of the manuscript draft of the poem:
"Love isn't stronger than death just
because statues hold hands for six
hundred years."
However he later commented in an interview:
"I think what survives of us is love, whether in
the simple biological sense or just in terms of
responding to life, making it happier, even if it's
only making a joke."
Larkin wrote in a letter to Monica Jones, shortly after the poem's first publication, that he found it "embarrassingly bad!", because it was trying to be too clever.
In another letter to Robert Conquest he described it as "a bit timey" (i.e. with too much emphasis on time).
Larkin later reiterated that he never really liked the poem, partly because it was unduly romantic, and partly for other reasons:
"Technically it's a bit muddy in the
middle – the fourth and fifth stanzas
seem trudging somehow, with awful
rhymes like voyage/damage.
Everything went wrong with that poem:
I got the hands wrong – it's right-hand
gauntlet really – and anyway the hands
were a nineteenth-century addition, not
pre-Baroque at all."
Larkin was disappointed to learn that the hand-joining gesture was not as unusual as he had thought:
"A schoolmaster sent me a number of
illustrations of other tombs having the
same feature, so clearly it is in no way
unique."
Legacy
The poem was one of three read at Larkin's memorial service in Westminster Abbey in February 1986. Its two final lines are also inscribed on the memorial stone to Larkin unveiled in December 2016 in Poets' Corner in the Abbey.
Given to my grandfather, James Cross, for his work during WWII. He was a volunteer fireman (or something like that) so he wasn't called up.
According Wikipedia, this probably isn't the original ribbon.
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.
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...
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
Given what is written above this man, and the halo, I think I just snapped the second coming, in Golders Green!
The 'JC' is clear enough, but you have to delve into the name to find the 'Deux'.
Yes, I did ask him for the image, he was happy to oblige and like me had a good chuckle.
Glen Etive in Scotland is one of our most beautiful places. It sits directly behind Glencoe, on its southern border, just over its hills. It comprises a 15mile single track road along its middle, with the river Etive to your left on the visit to Loch Etive. You cannot camp in Glencoe, but you can in Glen Etive, and thousands do each year.
Glen Etive is at the start of Glencoe, and is only 1.5 hrs. from Glasgow.
It is the start of the wilderness that is the Scottish Highlands.
Famously shown in the last Bond Movie - Skyfall, it is the Parental home to James Bond.
One of the most scenic Glens in Scotland, with a river running through it to the sea-loch of Loch Etive, it is one of th3e most spectacular and remote spots in Scotland.
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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Given that almost all these were taken through dirty, double-glazed train windows they give a fair idea of my view on Friday as I headed west into the sunset on the line from Inverness to Kyle of Lochalsh.
There have been half a dozen John Andersons in my mom’s family over the past 175 years or so, and the photos of them are simply identified as “John B. Anderson.”
Given his military dress, I’d say that this one is the one who was born to Daniel Anderson and Margaret Myers Anderson on December 29, 1846 and died April 10, 1931.
The following letter was written by John Anderson to his grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. George Myers of Bloomfield, Iowa:
Dear Grand Father and Mother,
I, after so long a delay, will endeavor to answer your most welcome letter. I delayed writing for the reason that I was going to have my photograph taken to send to you, but did not get it as soon as I expected. I am still going to school, and will all summer, for I will not be able to work for a good while.
You wished to know my age and height. I am 15 years old, five feet eight inches high and weigh 170 pounds. Was fourteen months and twenty days a prisoner, and have served Uncle Sam ever since I was fourteen years old. Never was sick up to the time I was captured, and never missed a battle or skirmish that was my regiment. I was in till I was taken prisoner. Never was in the guard house and never was on extra duty more than half a dozen times. Never had to pack a rail but twice and never confiscated more than two or three hundred chickens, geese, and turkeys, and one-fourth that number of hogs, pigs and such like. Would not swear that I ever killed a rebel but I have had some very fair shots and it was not my fault if I did not. I can also say that they never killed me, but came very near it I don’t know how often. They found out they could not kill me with a ball and powder, so they thought to starve me to death, but they could not come that, though as near it is agreeable to me. Money cannot hire me to take another such campaign through the southern prisons, but many a poor fellow has starved to death, and who is to blame for it? Not me I know.
I will as you wished it, give you a brief description of my prisoner life while down in Dixie. I was wounded and taken prisoner on the 19th day of September, 1863 at Chickamauga, Ga. I stayed at the rebel General Waltell’s brigade hospital with 40 to 50 other Union prisoners from different regiments till the 8th of October. While there we had as good treatment as could be expected, but no thanks to the Johnnys for it, for two of our own surgeons were there and dressed our wounds and did all they could for us; they were also prisoners but were allowed to remain with us. We went to Atlanta and stayed there for four days. They gave us corn meal and raw beef, and let us shift for ourselves, having nothing to cook in except what the boys happened to have with them. The night we started for Richmond they gave us ten crackers and a piece of meat to last us through. We were eight days on the road, and they had to do without unless they had money. I had ten dollars with me which kept me from suffering till about the middle of December. That is when I could get a chance to buy anything. But some of the boys had no money and they suffered a great deal for something to eat.
We arrived in Richmond on the evening of the 21st and was taken to Libby Prison and drew what they called one days rations, but what our soldiers ate for one meal; and that was the last we could draw until the 23rd. Having kept up without our rations for some time, we were taken to what they called a hospital. It was a tobacco warehouse, and they put us in the third story without blanket, beds or anything else to sleep on, having taken my clothes, haversack, canteen, blanket and rubber. So we had to take the soft side of a board for a bed, with nothing to put over us, for near two weeks. when they gave each one a comfort, and sent each one to prison as soon as they got well enough; but a great many went to their last resting place. I was sent to prison November 10th. The prison was another house; it was very open and the rations for one day were not enough for one meal. I was hungrier after I had eaten my day’s rations than I was before I commenced, and from that till the next day’s rations all you had to do was to guess at the time that you would get out and get enough to eat once more.
We left this prison on the 20th for another one down nearer the river where we stayed till the 12th of December, when they moved us to Danville, Va. and were put into the middle of some kind of buildings, but more open than the others. We stayed there all winter having drawn blankets and clothing before we left Richmond, which was sent through by our government, but the rebels got a good portion of them. Our rations here consisted of corn bread and beef, hardly enough to keep a person alive. We left there for Andersonville, Ga. April 15th and I was satisfied when I saw it. The boys looked as black as Negroes for it was cold weather and they had to burn pitch pine wood, the smoke from which will not easily come off, and they had no soap.
We were put in a stockade of about 25 acres, five of which were not tentable on account of a swamp in the center of it. A branch ran through the grounds which afforded us plenty of water — such as it was. The wall of the stockade consisted of logs about thirty feet long stuck in the ground about five feet. Two gates are on each side of the branch and one outer and one inner gate, and when they brought prisoners in they put them inside the first enclosure and then close the gates before opening the other, so as not to give the prisoners a chance to escape — which had been strongly talked of by some, but was never attempted as the rebel officer said if ever they attempted it they would open their artillery on us and would not cease firing as long as there was a damned Yankee living inside the enclosure. Our rations here were scant and the mortality was great. During the month of August last, there were upwards of 3,000 died from disease, mostly from scurvy. I had the scurvy and my “spunk” was all that saved me. If a person wanted to die, all he had to do was get discouraged and it was all up with him; or a quicker way was to walk over the “dead line.” I have seen many a poor fellow get outside on purpose to get out of his misery. It seemed to me that a guard would rather shoot an unarmed prisoner than to do anything else. I have seen them watching for hours with guns ready to shoot the first man who stepped out of the dead line. We were next taken to Charleston, S.C. on September 10th where we were put in an open field and had artillery bearing on us. Here we could see our shells burst in the city, and they set several houses on fire while we were there.
From Charleston we were sent to Florence, S.C. about the middle of October. All the time we were in Charleston I could not walk a step. I thought I was gone but I began to get better after we left there for Florence.
During all this time, nearly every day there would be a report stated that we would be exchanged immediately, but were as often disappointed, till the last time, when there was about 6,000 from our camp picked out to be exchanged immediately. The worst cases were taken, but I managed to slip out, unobserved, with the rest, but was afraid that I would be taken back, and never felt entirely safe till I was on our own boat in Charleston Harbor. It would have done you good to have heard them cheer the old flag when they saw it. I never felt so happy in my life and I have seen a great many sights for one so young. I do not mind it now, but you could not pile up enough money to induce me to run the same risk again.
John Anderson
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John B. Anderson was written about in the January 2010 issue of The Indiana Legion. I have taken the liberty of copying the article and pasting it below.
JOHN B. ANDERSON CAMP UP AND RUNNING!
John B. Anderson was a lifelong resident of Bartholomew County. He was born at Hartsville, Indiana on December 29, 1846, the son of Daniel and Margaret Anderson, and was one of ten children. The family moved to Elizabethtown, Indiana in his early youth and lived there since.
At the age of fourteen years John enlisted with the 6th Ind. Volunteers Infantry Company G on September 10, 1861, serving four years with that Company.
He was in several engagements including; The Battle of Shiloh, The Siege of Corinth Mississippi, Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Liberty Gap, and Chickamauga, Georgia. During the battle of Chickamauga, John was wounded in the face.
While at Chickamauga he was taken prisoner on September 19, 1863, and was in the following military prisons. Battlefield, Richmond, Virginia, Danville Virginia, Andersonville, Georgia, Charelston, South Carolina, and Florence, South, Carolina.
He was exchanged at Charleston, South Carolina on December 20th, 1864. He arrived home on December 31, 1864 as one had returned from the grave.
He saw continuous action with the 6th Indiana from September 10, 1861 until he was captured on September 19, 1863. John B. Anderson was discharged at Indianapolis on January 23, 1865 at the rank of private.
John B. Anderson was a charter member James Moffatt G.A.R. Post No. 223 at Elizabethtown. He served as Post Commander at the time it was founded on August 12, 1883. Later he served as Quarter-master, and was a leader in the reunions of Company G, and attended each and every reunion until just before he died on April 10, 1931. John was also a member of the I.O.O.F. Lodge and took much active interest in both organizations.
Shortly after the war John and Laura E. Wilson were married and from this union came nine children. Laura E. Anderson died in 1895.
John became a school teacher in the county schools for over forty years in Rock Creek and German Townships. He was also Deputy Auditor, and at one time a member of the Indiana State Board of Accounts.
He is buried in Springer Cemetery along side of his wife Laura E. Anderson. The Springer Cemetery is located six miles southeast of Columbus on U.S. 31.
In attendance at his funeral there were members of the James Moffatt Post of Elizabethtown, the Isham Keith Post No. 13 out of Columbus, and a Spanish-American War Camp.
John had four brothers two of which served in the Civil War. Capt. Eldridge Anderson of Hope, Indiana was a Captain in the 20th Indiana Volunteer Infantry, and was wounded in the leg at the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863. He died on January 1, 1927. Also William H. Anderson was in the First Indiana Heavy Artillery. He died on October 15, 1921.
Ellie Givens teeing off from the 10th during round 2 of the 2012 Banesto Valencia
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Description: Program published for the 1989 Ingleside Invaders baseball team. The programs were self-produced by the team under direction of their head coach Dan Harrington, with help from assistant coaches and other community members. Mr. Harrington has given his approval to the San Francisco Public Library for these publications to be reproduced here on Flickr in digital format. Mr. Harrington has written a description of these publications and the Ingleside Invaders baseball team..
"The last of the Sandlot League teams in San Francisco is the Ingleside Invaders, the only team to sign up in 1990 for the 18-and-under division of SF Rec-Park Baseball, the direct descendent of the Sandlot League known in the 1980s as the Neighborhood League. (I don't know when the Sandlot League started, but it is thought to have its origins before 1900).
"The Invaders ball club was a successful representative of the neighborhood, with players from many public, private and parochial high schools chipping in small amounts of money (no more than $25), getting to keep full uniforms; businesses donated funds (except for the Marines who still owe me fifty bucks!) while receiving ad-space for the team's self-produced publications showing stories about "the Greater Ingleside" history and contemporary times to the rest of San Francisco. The Invaders made some life-long friendships and fielded some good baseball teams!
"My recently passed father Richard Harrington took many of the photos, while my brother Richard Jr, who passed away in 1998, compiled some stats and kept book for many of the games. The 1986 paper stock was provided by the Coca-Cola bottlers on Bayshore Blvd. and printed by the team, complete with a team picture in the relatively new light rail vehicle (LRV) "streetcar" yard off Ocean Ave.
"Ingleside finished second in 1986, 87, and 88. Ingleside was surprised in a playoff game in 1989. But it did give the best example of multiple schools represented on the same summer team and a model to use for the RBI Baseball and Softball program run independently by Dan Harrington (calling in lots of favors for help) in 1997 at Crocker-Amazon and Balboa Park, and in conjunction with City College baseball courses (John Vanoncini) and Columbia Park and San Francisco Boys and Girls Clubs from 1998 to 2010."
--Dan Harrington, May 2014
Collection: Ingleside Branch Archives
Repository: San Francisco Public Library - Ingleside Branch
Dubai was incredible. Literally breath taking! I got given a lovely 4 star hotel near the airport by emirates with my ticket, which was great, and although the rooms were standard, it had awesome facilities including a bar in the middle of a swimming pool! After dropping my stuff off here I headed off to Old Dubai!
Culture is what interests me, so the older and more Arabic areas of Dubai were what I wanted to see. So I headed off to the gold Souq in al ras. Unfortunately it appeared to be a holy day, so not all of the gold stalls were open, but the amount of gold and goods on display was astounding anyway. Walking along around here I stumbled onto some awesome mosques as well. The atmosphere was lively, and different from what I am used to. I spent quite allot of time in this area searching for the spice souq aswell, although it was not until later that I found it. This area did seem a bit more westernised than I had hoped however, so I headed to the waterfront to catch an abra across the river. After walking up and down waterfront a couple of times trying to find somewhere to get on an abra, I gave up! I couldn't find it anywhere- it's probably just because I don't read Arabic! So instead I took the metro across, and found what I would consider my faviroute area in Dubai.
Although the views from the other side of the river was great, from this side it was fantastic. The crystal blue water, seagulls, old dusty background with colourful wooden boats floating along. Truly magnificent! The walk along the waterfront and around this area just took you back 20 years. Arabs wearing Classic Arabic light flowy clothing, head scarfs and skull caps. Children playing with birds, street stalls selling freshly squeezed orange juice, coconuts, and all manner of Arabic attire, spices and foods. Going further away from the waterfront were tiny lanes, just wide enough for one man, yet they had stores along either side, giving you am awe-inspiring claustrophobic shopping experience. I loved it.
Here I found the oldest fort in Dubai, which had been transformed into the Dubai heritage museum with all sorts of old artifacts. The building was ancient stone and sand, and just looked like a giant sand castle. So cool! It looked smaller than it was aswell, due to the rather large mosque built next door.
Walking further and further along the waterfront, with this ancient style Arabic life all around me, I decided I loved the Arabic life. The sound calling out for prayer, was incredible. I didn't think they did that in Dubai, but they do, and I loved it. The people always happy, the streets- dirty, small and sandy, but a world away from my own, and the sights, beautiful and majestic despite the general lack of colour. It was great. Not only this but the smells! The spices and herbs odour all around, gave you a real treat just to walk near. But the food- was even better. The Dubai street food was an explosion of flavours and herbs. It wasn't spicy, but very fragrant, and I loved it! I spent far longer here than I anticipated! But it was too great to leave..
20-12-13
Given the Bittersweet reality that you and your very lovely lady have to leave the Las Vegas Strip and fly home tomorrow evening, how shall you two spend the last 30 hours of your Fabulous nine day Las Vegas Strip vacation? How about late lunch and some luxurious shopping at the Caesars Palace Forum Shops.
And what Marvelously Magnificent Mischief do you two intend to instigate tonight!
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.
I was kind of annoyed that one of the nights on this trip when I get a good sunset, I wasn't at the parks. I wanted to be at EPCOT so bad when I saw this sky, I could have got a lot of good shots over there, if only their had been enough time for me to get over there. This was taken right by the big West Side sign neon sign. Given that their was not that many interesting shots where I was at this time, this made for a pretty good shot. I like the palms.
The 46th Clergy Laity Congress ended with a Grand Banquet at the Marriott Marquis in NYC. George Pataki, former NYS Governor was Honored and Presented with a Cross by H.E. Archbishop Elpidophoros for being instrumental in the decision to build St. Nicholas at Ground Zero.
H.E. Archbishop Honored Centennial Honorees John Catsimatidis, Archdiocesan Council Co-Chair, George Tsandikos, Vice Chair, Michael Jaharis, Vice Chair, Demetrios Moschos, Vice Chair, GOA Employees Marissa Costidis, Maria Andriotis, Jamil Zamara and Theo Nicolakis, Emanuel Demos, Former Legal Counsel and 46th Clergy Laity Congress Co-Chairs Chrysanthy & George Demos & Anna and Nicholas Karacostas.
The Patriarchal Representatives H.E. Elder Emanuel of Chalcedon and Metropolitan of Rethymno and Avlopotamos Prodromos and Grand Ecclesiarch and Director of the Patriarchal Office Archimandrite Aetios were present and Offered Remarks.
Following the Grand Banquet a musical concert was given by famous singer Vandi.
Photos: © GOA/Dimitrios Panagos
A Personal Project
At the start of this semester i got given a grid square in Stoke-On-Trent in which i could do a project on what ever i wanted, i could also change my mind, the square i had in the end was very empty just being green field, images can be seen at (on.fb.me/15muAVO),
I did enquire about changing my grid square to this one my house mate found this location on a walk and said it was very beautiful and interesting, i really wanted to take images of the location due to my heritage of my Nan and grandad AKA Pap were brought up on the boats and worked to supplying coal to factories and mainly because Pap recently passed away a couple of weeks before.
At the end of the semester i went to the location because i really wanted to take the images due to my feeling to the area, i told my nan about yeah i was taking images in stoke of the canal lovely place explained it and she told me a couple of storys about cruising up the potteries. A couple of weeks later when i go to see my nan she gets out some photos, which i normally look at when i go around to see if theres any more added or anything, she pulls out the photos which i looked at not just a week before and goes
"Is this where your on about'" See picture - (www.dropbox.com/s/x0mc5z7u5dcyjnt/img145.jpg)
I look in the background of the photo and was astonished just a week before i was at the same location.
It's brought a more close and an emotional feel to these pictures when I've been recently editing them.
Forget-Me-Not
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Given to me by a good friend. Running 600 film through it removing the notches on the 600 cartridge.
This is a photograph from both of the races in the 8th annual Longwood Village 10KM and 5KM Road Races and Fun Runs which were held in Longwood Village, Longwood, Co. Meath, Ireland on Sunday 22nd October 2017 at 11:00. The races are held annually to support the development of the local GAA club while also supporting local charities. The race has support from Trim AC which sees the race have full AAI premit status. These races have grown steadily over the years and this year almost 400 participants to part in the two races. This is an impressive statistic given that a very large number of local runners will be preparing for the Dublin City marathon 7 days from now. However both races provide marathon runners and all other runners, joggers and walkers with an ideal opportunity to race on a very fair course in a beautiful rural setting. Barry Clarke of Longwood GAA and Trim AC and his very large group of volunteers deserve the highest of praise for the very high standard of organisation immediately apparent to anyone taking part in the race. Overall the whole day was a great success with the hard work put in by the organising committee ensuring that participants enjoyed their race experience. Both routes were accurately measured, kilometer points clearly marked, junctions well stewarded, and electronic timing provided. The event provided many local runners, joggers, fun runners and walkers with a local event to support whilst at the same time providing runners preparing for events such as the Dublin marathon with an opportunity to race a short, fast, distance in the lead up to marathon day. The GAA club provided excellent stewarding and traffic management all around the course. The race had a professional feel to it and it is sure to grow next year given the very positive feedback from many of the participants today. The weather in the week leading up to the race was hardly ideal with both Storm Ophelia and Storm Brian bringing windy and rainy conditions to Ireland all week. The weather for race day was more suitable for running. Dry, with a fresh breeze, the weather remained dry for both races with the sun making an appearance also.
We have an extensive set of photographs from all of the races today in the following Flickr Album: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/albums/72157661720601468
Timing and event management was provided by PopUpRaces.ie. Results are available on their website at www.popupraces.ie/
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM and 10KM 2016: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/albums/72157672030705623
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM and 10KM 2015: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157660017638535
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM and 10KM 2014: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157648845224981/
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM and 10KM 2013: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157636477484093/
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM 2012: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157631820426332/
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM 2011: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157627782257481/
Our photographs from Longwood 5KM 2010: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157625058772687/
Longwood is a small village in South East Co. Meath and is close to the town of Enfield with access to the M4 Motorway.
5KM Course: The 5KM started in Longwood village. Runners then took a left turn in the Village down St. Oliver's Road. This straight section of road brings runners to a left turn onto a very well maintained boreen road for less than one kilometer. The race then emerges and joins with the 10KM at Stoneyford where the runners take a left and then another left before arriving back at the finish line in Longwood GAA club. Overall this is a very fast and flat 5KM with no hills to speak of.
10KM Course: The 10KM event begins in Longwood Village outside Dargan's Pub and proceeds westward out of the village. There are some interesting points along this part of the course. At the 2KM point the runners will run under the double bridges - an aquaduct for the Royal Canal and a bridge carrying the Dublin Sligo Railway line. The race then enters county Kildare just before the 3km and after taking a right turn at the four-cross roads known locally as Lally's Cross it returns to County Meath on top of the River Boyne Bridge (Ashfield Bridge) which forms the county boundary. The race follows a straight road for the next 2KM until runners encounter Blackshade bridge which is the toughest climb on the route. As a point of interest Blackshade bridge brings runners back over the Royal Canal and the Railway line. The race then crosses the River Boyne again at Stoneyford before taking a right which will bring runners on a testing two kilometer stretch with some short hills. The 10KM course then joins with the 5Km course for the final 1.5KM back to Longwood GAA club for the finish.
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I ran in the race - but my photograph doesn't appear here in your Flickr set! What gives?
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►You were hidden behind another participant as you passed our camera
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►There were too many people - some races attract thousands of participants and as amateur photographs we cannot hope to capture photographs of everyone
►We simply missed you - sorry about that - we did our best!
You can email us petermooney78 AT gmail DOT com to enquire if we have a photograph of you which didn't make the final Flickr selection for the race. But we cannot promise that there will be photograph there. As alternatives we advise you to contact the race organisers to enquire if there were (1) other photographs taking photographs at the race event or if (2) there were professional commercial sports photographers taking photographs which might have some photographs of you available for purchase. You might find some links for further information above.
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03 October 2022, Rome Italy - FAO Director-General QU Dongyu. Committee on Forestry, 26th Session (COFO 26) and World Forestry Week (WFW) Opening Session, (Plenary Hall) FAO Headquarters.
Photo credit must be given: ©FAO/Alessandra Benedetti. Editorial use only. Copyright ©FAO.
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.
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.
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)
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
Given the lack of 390's and 379's scurrying in and out of Carlisle due to 390117's derailment at Shap Wells - 4N03 (GBRf 66750) still manages to be14 late reaching Appleby with the cement tanks.
This a Danelectro guitar I painted for Magic Hat Brewing Company. The layout was based on images taken from their Pandora's Box 12 pack. The guitar was given away as a prize for the online contest supporting the 12 pack.
Day 2 of the WTO's Ministerial Conference, Bali, 3 December 2013. (Photos may be reproduced provided full attribution is given.)
I've almost given up on outdoor shots (not for want of trying) due to constant grey skies and flat light - thanks go to a reluctant model for this indoor alternative!
Today has given me a beautiful day to take pictures outside our read. So I decided I would take a picture in this awesome weather.
I know it sounds pretty corny but hey....its true. I'm not sure what I'm going to do today. I might try and go to Shakespeare Festivile to go take some pics. I love this picture. It took me a while to get my mom to let me use the inn table, but she was sweet and I was irrisistable.^_^
The clown,the books, and the fram are mine from my room. I also had to get my mom to let me use the chair, the coffee mug, and the newspaper.
Many, many hours later......
I didn't get to go to the Skatspeare Festivile today=(Bt I did end up going to a suprise drama practic that no one told me about till later. One of friends and some of his friends ar actors\actresses too and want me to do their head shots for their portfolios!
Yeyz fer me!!!