Yu can see St Rumwold from Bilsington, two fields away, occupying roughly the same spot as the down slopes down towards the Military Canal and the Romney Marsh beyond.

 

St Rumwold has no mains electricity, so there are rustic candelabras all through the church.

 

Walking through the door, ancient graffiti can been seen on the stone frame and the door itself.

 

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Rumwold was a seventh-century saint about whom very little is known, and there are only eight churches dedicated to him in England. Bonnington is a small two-cell church of great charm which stands on the banks of the Royal Military Canal. The building is of fourteenth-century appearance which resulted from a major reconstruction of a Saxo-Norman original. The east wall contains three Norman windows. There is no difference between floor level in nave and chancel, which creates a homely and less mysterious feel. On the north side of the chancel arch is a small image niche, above which is a bracket which would have supported the rood beam. On the south side is an enormous pulpit with a large sounding board, whilst over the chancel arch is a large Royal Arms of George III dated 1774. The north-west window contains fragments of medieval glass, including three little heads, whilst the small bell turret is supported at the west end of the church by an enormous wooden construction.

 

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BONNINGTON,

USUALLY called Bunnington, lies the next parish south-westward, upon the clay hills, extending southward into the level of Romney Marsh, which part of it is within the liberty and jurisdiction of the justices of it. It is a very lonely and unfrequented place, the situation cannot but be unpleasant, for the soil is a deep clay, the roads consequently are very miry and bad, the north-west part of the parish is mostly woodland. The village, usually called Bonnington-cross, stands on high ground, on the clay-hills, at no great distance from which is the church, nearly down the hill, at the foot of which, only one meadow intervening, is Romney Marsh. A little way from the cross is a small forstal, with several house round it, one of which, on the south side, is the Pinn-house. Northward is a large common, called Bonnington-common, over which the road leads to Aldington-corner, at the north-east end of which the quarry-stone begins. The southern part of this parish is within the level of Romney Marsh, the bounds of which are at the foot of the hill just below the church. There used to be a court leet holden here for the boroughs of Bonnington and Hamme, at which the borsholders of those boroughs were elected, but it had been discontinued ever since about the middle of queen Elizabeth's reign, only the memory of it remained, by a great old oak standing in the high way where it used to be held, and from thence called the law-day oak. (fn. 1) This seems to be that which is still held, being the king's court, appointed and held by the constable of the lower half hundred of Street, of which mention has already been made before.

 

THE MANOR OF BONNINGTON seems to have been, soon after the Norman conquest, part of the possessions of Hugo de Montfort. Accordingly it is entered, under the general title of his lands, in the record of Domesday, as follows:

 

William, son of Grosse, holds of Hugh, Bonintone. Norman held it of king Edward, and it was taxed at one suling. The arable land is four carucates. In demesne there is one, and nine villeins, with four borderers having two carucates. There is a church and eight servants, and wood for the pannage of eight hogs. In the time of king Edward the Consessor it was worth four pounds, and afterwards three pounds, now one hundred shillings.

 

On the voluntary exile of Robert de Montfort, grandson of Hugh above-mentioned, in Henry I.'s reign, this manor, manor the rest of his estates, came into the king's hands as an escheat. After which it appears to have become part of the possessions of the knights hospitallers of St. John of Jerusalem, the prior of which held it by knight's service of the castle of Dover, being part of those lands which made up the barony called the Constabularie there, but before the 20th of king Edward III. this manor was divided into two parts, one of which acquired the name of Bonnington, alias Singleton, and was held of the prior, as will be further mentioned hereafter; and the other, which retained its name of the manor of Bonnington, remained with the prior of the hospital. In which state it continued till the dissolution of the hospital, in the 32d year of king Henry VIII. when it came, with the rest of the possessions of it, into the king's hands, whence it was granted, among other premises, to John Williams, to hold in capite, who alienated it that year to Sir Thomas Moyle, and he soon afterwards sold it to Sir James Hales, of the Dungeon, whose grandson Sir James Hales, of the same place, in the reign of queen Elizabeth, exchanged it, together with the advowson of the church of Bonnington, with Sir Christopher Mann, of Canterbury, from one of whose descendants it passed in 1695 to Thomas Turner, esq. of Lincoln's-Inn. His son John Turner died about 1748, whose daughter married Sir Thomas Lombe, alderman of London, who had introduced into this kingdom from Savoy, a most curious machine for working Italian organzine silk, for which he obtained a patent in 1718, and in 1732 had a reward of 1400l. granted by parliament. He died in 1739. His two daughters and coheirs afterwards became entitled to it. The eldest of whom was married in 1740 to Sir Robert Cliston, bart. and the youngest Mary, to James Maitland, earl of Lauderdale, so that the latter, in right of his wife, and Sir Gervas Cliston, bart. son of Sir Robert, in right of his mother, became possessed of it in undivided moieties. Sir Gervas Cliston sold his share in 1780 to David Papillon, esq. of Acrise, who likewise some years afterwards purchased of the earl of Lauderdale his interest in it, so that he is now become the proprietor of the whole of this manor.

 

THE MANOR OF BONNINGTON, alias KENNETTS, formerly called the manor of Bonnington, alias Singleton, was antiently a part of that estate in this parish, which belonged to the hospital of St. John of Jerusalem, from which it was separated as early as the reign of king Edward II. being held of the prior of that hospital, by a family called De Bonnington, from their possessions here. After which it became divided again between two brothers Nicholas and John de Bonnington, the former of whom had the manor of Bonnington, alias Singleton, and the latter had a parcel of the lands adjoining, afterwards called Kennetts; but both these estates seem to have passed from this name before the 20th of king Edward III. in which year Peter Basant was become possessed of the former; as Richard de Otford was of the latter.

 

I find no other mention made of the name of Basant, and in the beginning of king Henry VI.'s reign, the above manor was become the property of Roger Bregland, or Bresland, as the name was sometimes spelt, who had good estates in East Kent, who had married Dionisia, daughter and heir of Bonnington, of this parish, by whom he had one son Roger, and three daughters. She survived him, and afterwards married John Cobbes, of Newchurch, and entitled him to the lands of her inheritance in this parish, of which this manor does not seem to have been a part, but to have been purchased by him before, most probably of her former husband Roger Bregland. They afterwards bore for their arms, Argent, a chevron, three cocks, gules, which coat probably they in some measure took, as being descended from the female heir of Bonnington, who bore Sable, three cocks, argent. He died possessed of it in the 13th year of Edward IV. (fn. 2) and it continued in his descendants, till Edw, Cobbe, leaving an only daughter and heir Anne, or Alice, for she is called by both names; she carried it in marriage, first, to Sir John Norton, of Northwood. She afterwards married John Cobham, alias Brooke, third son of George, lord Cobham, and dying in 1580, was buried in Newington church by Sittingborne; by her former husband she had a son Thomas, whose grand son Sir Thomas Norton, of Northwood, in the beginning of king James I.'s reign, alienated it to White, whose son seems to have purchased of the heirs of Valentine Knight, gent. of Sellindge, son of Thomas Knight, of that place, those lands in this parish mentioned before, as having been held in Edward the IIId.'s reign by Richard de Otford, which afterwards came into the possession of a family named Kennett, in which they remained for some time, insomuch that they at length gained the name of Kennetts, from whom they passed to the Knights, descended from those of Aldington, and from them to White as before-mentioned, who becoming thus possessed of the manor of Bonnington, and the estate of Kennetts likewise, the whole of it assumed the name of the manor of Bonnington, alias Kennetts, and the house of that the Pinn farm, or Bonnington Pin, as it is sometimes called, situated on the Kennetts estate, became reputed the manor-house. In the name of White this manor and estate continued down to Thomas White, gent. who in 1690 married Grace, sister of John Lynch, esq. of Groves, by whom he had a son Thomas, and three daughters, married to Goddard, Beake, and Hawkins. On his death it descended, one moiety to the son, and the other to the three daughters. Thomas White the son, alienated his moiety to Goddard, who afterwards purchasing the remainder of the other moiety of the children of Beake and Hawkins, both deceased, became possessed of the whole of it, which he afterwards sold to his nephew Mr. Samuel Goddard, of Mersham, the present owner of it.

 

Charities.

VALENTINE KNIGHT, of Sellinge, by will in 1614, gave the annual sum of 8s. to the poor, out of his farm called the Pinn, and the manor of Bonnington, yearly at Christmas.

 

The poor constantly relieved are about ten, casually five.

 

BONNINGTON is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Limne.

 

The church, which is dedicated to St. Rumwold, is small, consisting of an isle and chancel. It has no steeple, but a pointed turret raised on the roof at the west end. It is kept very clean and neat. There are no memorials in it, but some small remains of painted glass.

 

¶The advowson of the rectory of this church passed as an appendage to the manor of Bonnington till the dissolution of the hospital of St. John of Jerusalem, in the 32d year of king Henry VIII. when it came into the hands of the crown, whence it was two years afterwards granted by the king to Arthur Stringer, from whose descendant it passed into the name of Kempe, and Sir Thomas Kempe, of Ollantigh, was owner of it in the 21st year of queen Elizabeth's reign, from whom it passed to Sir James Hales, of the Dungeon, owner of the manor, with which the advowson has continued in the same chain of ownership down to the present proprietor of it, the patronage of it being now vested in David Papillon, esq. late of Acrise.

 

This rectory is valued in the king's books at 101. 12s. 8½d. and the yearly tenths at 1l. 1s. 3¼d. It is now of the clear yearly certified value of 52l. 13s. 1¼d. In 1588 it was valued at fifty-eight pounds, communicants thirty-nine. In 1640 it was valued at fifty pounds per annum, communicants forty, and in 1742 it was valued at seventy pounds per annum, and has about twenty-six acres of glebe.

 

There is a modus of one shilling an acre on the marsh land in this parish.

 

John Knight, of Aldington, by will in 1547, ordered that one parcel of land, sometime belonging to the churches of Aldington and Bonnington, should after his death remain to the use of those churches, in such manner and form as it had in times past.

 

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Józef Ignacy Kraszewski (28 July 1812 – 19 March 1887) was a Polish writer, publisher, historian, journalist, scholar, painter, and author who produced more than 200 novels and 150 novellas, short stories, and art reviews, which makes him the most prolific writer in the history of Polish literature and the seventh most prolific in the world.[citation needed] He is best known for his epic series on the history of Poland, comprising twenty-nine novels in seventy-nine parts.

 

The son of a nobleman, Kraszewski studied at the University of Vilna between 1829 and 1830. He was imprisoned from 1830 to 1832 for participating in a secret patriotic organization. Banished from Congress Poland in 1863, he settled in Dresden, where he remained until 1884. Throughout his life he was active in publishing and journalism. He began publishing in 1830, gradually evolving from a romantic to a realist writer. His literary legacy consists of about 600 volumes of prose, poetry, drama, literary criticism and works on history and philosophy. A major Polish novelist, Kraszewski is known for his cycle of novels on the history of Poland (29 novels in 78 volumes), written between 1876 and 1887, of which the best from an artistic standpoint are The Countess Cosel (1874), Brühl (1875), and An Ancient Tale (1876). Kraszewski's "peasant" novels, including Ulana (1843) and Ostap Bondarczuk (1847), deal with the painful problems of the serf society and community. Outstanding among his social novels on contemporary themes are The Magic Lantern (1843–44) and Morituri (1874–75). The classic Polish realist writers regarded Kraszewski as their forerunner and mentor, however as a novelist writing about the history of Poland, Kraszewski is generally regarded as second only to the Nobel Prize winner Henryk Sienkiewicz.[1]

 

Kraszewski was considered a real cultural institution uplifting the Polish spirit during the country's partition.[2]

Contents

 

1 Biography

1.1 Early life and studies

1.2 Adulthood and literary career

1.3 Exile, later life and death

2 Character and style

3 Adaptation

4 Works

5 See also

6 References

7 External links

 

Biography

Early life and studies

Childhood home in Romanów

 

Kraszewski was born on 28 July 1812 as the oldest son of Jan Kraszewski and Zofia Kraszewska née Malska. He was born to a noble family whose manor was located in Dołhe near the town of Pruzhany, however, he was born in Warsaw because of his mother who came there in 1812 in fear of the military activities of Napoleon's army heading for Moscow. He spent his childhood in his grandmother's mansion in Romanów in the Podlasie region, where he would come back eagerly when he was young (nowadays the J. I. Kraszewski Museum is located there). From 1822 he went to schools in Biała Podlaska, Lublin and Świsłocz, and in 1829 he commenced studies in Wilno: first he studied medicine, then – despite his father's disapproval – literature. After the outbreak of the Warsaw Uprising in November 1830, he and a group of his friends were arrested and he was kept in a Russian prison for more than a year, and, once released, he stayed in Vilna under strict police surveillance. When he was finally allowed to come back to Dołhe, Kraszewski continued the literary work he had started in Vilna and completed his education (as the Russian authorities had closed down the local University). The habit of avid but careful reading of literature and reviews from all around Europe would not leave him till his death.

Adulthood and literary career

Photograph of Kraszewski taken before 1886

 

In 1838 he married Zofia Woroniczówna, related to the late primate and poet J. P. Woronicz. He did this against the will of his father, who thought his son wanted to reach too high. Once married, the couple settled in Wołyń. In 1853 – already parents to four children – they moved to Żytomierz. From now on Kraszewski concentrated on his literary work, though he did not avoid other activities (he became the superintendent of a high school, the director of a theatre and the Charity Association). As a result of his dispute with conservative public opinion on his critical assessment of the gentry's attitude towards peasants, in 1859 he accepted the proposal of Leopold Stanisław Kronenberg, a wealthy Polish banker of Polish-Jewish origin from Warsaw, to become the editor of the "Gazeta Warszawska" and he moved with his family to Warsaw. Owing to his editorial skills, the number of the "Gazeta" subscribers within half a year rose from 500 to 8000, but at the same time he had to stand the vicious remarks of anti-Semites. Just before the outbreak of the January Uprising, he was politically active and thus, when the military activities began, he was announced persona non grata in Warsaw by the Petersburg-submissive local authorities and was forced to emigrate, leaving his family in Warsaw. He went to Dresden, where he lived till 1884.[3]

Exile, later life and death

 

In Dresden he became a one-person Polish institution helping the political refugees, and organising literary life and information about Poland. With the death of many great poets of Romanticism, he became the unquestionable literary authority and the favourite of the public. In 1870 as the editor of "Tydzień" he expressed his skepticism about the dogma, approved at the First Vatican Council, that the pope is infallible as far as questions regarding the faith are concerned. That made him unpopular among the national orthodox church authorities, but he did not lose popularity among his readers. In 1879 in Kraków week-long celebrations on the 50th anniversary of the beginning of his literary career were held. In 1883 he was arrested in Berlin and charged with collaboration with French military intelligence, and a year later he was sentenced by the tribunal in Leipzig to three and a half years of imprisonment in a fortress. He served the sentence in the Magdeburg Fortress. As a result of his illness he was temporarily released on bail and went to Italy to improve his health, and after the earthquake there he sought refuge in Geneva in 1886. There, already suffering from cancer, he contracted pneumonia, which was the direct cause of his death on 19 March 1887. His body was brought to Kraków and placed in the vault where the meritorious were buried in the Church of St. Michael the Archangel and St Stanislaus Bishop and Martyr and Pauline Fathers Monastery.[4]

Character and style

An Ancient Tale by Kraszewski, 1876

In German and Polish: "Józef Ignacy Kraszewski-in this Dresden building, in 1879–1885, lived and wrote the great Polish writer, a man of great industry and a great contributor to Polish culture."

 

Kraszewski was one of the most prolific Polish writers of all times. His works comprise more than 220 novels (in the nineteenth century published in about 400 volumes), around 150 novellas, short stories and literary pictures, some 20 theatre plays, more than 20 volumes of historical studies (including the 3-volume Historia Wilna ["History of Vilnius"] and the 3-volume Polska w czasie trzech rozbiorów 1772–1799 ["Poland during the Three Partitions 1772–1799]), a few volumes on his travels, more than 10 volumes of social, political and literary journalism [including 5 volumes of Rachunki (1866–69)], more than 6 volumes of poetry, including a 3-volume epos on the history of Lithuania, more than 20 volumes of his translations from 5 languages (English, French, German, Latin and Italian), several thousand columns, press articles and reviews, which, when printed as books, would have to be collected in more than 100 volumes. He wrote many letters – their number is estimated to reach tens of thousands; just a little part of them have been published so far. He was an editor and a publisher. He prepared for publication and published over 40 volumes of historic documents and works of other writers. In the years 1841–51 he edited in Wołyń, and published in Wilno the bimonthly "Athenaeum" (66 volumes), in the years 1859–63 after he moved, Kraszewski was the editor of the daily "Gazeta Warszawska" (from 1861 "Gazeta Polska"), and in 1870–71 in Dresden he edited "Tydzień".

 

Despite all that, he was not a man who would be interested just in covering paper with print or writing. He was deeply interested in drawing landscapes and architecture (he illustrated his reports from his travels himself; more than 1600 of his pictures have survived until the present day), took up amateur oil painting, collected old prints (there were more than 6000 works in his collection). Kraszewski loved music. He considered playing the piano for one hour every day to be an extraordinary pleasure for him, and his reviews of concerts or opera performances are characterised by solid professionalism. He travelled widely: he visited the whole of pre-partition Poland and almost the whole of Europe. Throughout his adult life he took an active part in political activities, which resulted in him being sent to prison twice. He participated in dozens of social events, and more than once he had to stand up against public opinion.

Page from Kraszewski's 1875 novel Brühl

 

In his novels he would emphasise loyalty to the real world, thus he would use mimesis, but combined it with his fascination with romanticism. Very well-educated in the field of European literature and aesthetics, he regarded highly not only Balzac, Dickens, Gogol, and later Zola, but also Stendhal, even before he came to be appreciated in his own country, but his heart was always with Adam Mickiewicz. His first works would be influenced by English sentimentalism, especially that of L. Sterne and the French frenetic romantics in the style of the young Victor Hugo or German fantasy in the style of E.T.A. Hoffmann. The group of works closest to the ideals of Romanticism were his novels on the conflict of an artist with reality and on the life of folk people. In some of his works he would concentrate on women's matters (Całe życie biedna 1840, Szalona 1880, Sama jedna 1881), and in dozens – the issues regarding the gentry or the magnates (Latarnia czarnoksięska 1843-4, Interesa familijne 1852, Dwa światy 1854, Morituri 1873). He refers to the 1863 Uprising in a series of political novels written under the name of B. Bolesławita (Dziecię Starego Miasta 1863, Moskal 1865, Żyd 1866 and others). Kraszewski would extend the subject matter of his works, diversify the plot conventions (biography, travel, romance, sensation, etc.) and stylistic forms (realistic way of expression, purpose narration, parable, diary, tale, journal).He also appreciated small literary prose forms, such as, for example, pictures, philosophical sketches and novellas. His works would discuss all the major social and moral issues of his times and would include all the literary motifs favoured by the readers.[5]

 

Until 1863 he would concentrate on topical issues, during his stay in Dresden – on historical ones. Before he left the country he had written 20 historical novels, while in exile – more than 80. Unlike W. Scott he would give priority to the historical truth over fiction, and opted for criticism against the past. In this spirit he wrote Zygmuntowskie czasy (1846) and Diabła (1855), and in Dresden the so-called Saxon series (Hrabina Cosel 1873, Brühl 1874 and others) as well as a group of over 20 other novels on the eighteenth century (including Bezimienna 1869, Sto diabłów 1870 and Bratankowie 1871). He was successful in using tale narration in many of his works. His most famous enterprise within the genre of historical novels, was the series of 29 novels on the history of Poland. He started it with Stara baśń (1876) – which referred to the legendary epoch. From the very beginning the novel enjoyed great popularity, and was later his most often republished work (up to 2000 it was published more than 60 times). Next he wrote about the Piast dynasty (among others Boleszczyce 1877, Król chłopów 1881), the Jagiellonians (Semko 1882, Matka królów 1883 and others) and the oriental rulers (i.e. Boży gniew 1886). The series was completed with the posthumously published Saskie ostatki (1889).

 

Kraszewski's literary activities were characterised by patriotic intentions, tinged with antipathy toward the aristocracy, affinity with the gentry (whose vices he would castigate, but whom he considered to be the mainstay of national awareness) and a tendency to idealise the peasants. The realist writers of Poland's "Positivist" period, notably including Bolesław Prus, regarded him as their teacher. Single-handedly he created a whole library of novels, which in the second half of the 19th century were appreciated not only in Poland—where he was popular even in the twentieth century—but in the majority of European countries. Over a hundred of his novels have been translated into foreign languages. Before Henryk Sienkiewicz, he was the most often translated Polish author.

Adaptation

 

In 2003 the first book in the series, Stara Baśń (An Ancient Tale, 1876), was made into a successful feature film directed by Jerzy Hoffman starring Bohdan Stupka, Michał Żebrowski and Daniel Olbrychski.

Works

Józef Ignacy Kraszewski

 

Sceny i charaktery z życia powszedniego (1878)

Barani Kożuszek (1881)

Biografia Sokalskiego organisty Kotlety

Boża czekoladka (1858)

Boża opieka. Powieść osnuta na opowiadaniach XVIII wieku

Bracia rywale

Bratanki

Brühl (1874)

Budnik (1847)

Całe życie biedna

Caprea i Roma (1859)

Cet czy licho?

Chata za wsią (The Cottage outside the Village, 1842)

Czarna Perełka (1871)

Czasy kościuszkowskie

Czercza mogiła

Cześnikówny

Cztery wesela

Diabeł (1855)

Dola i niedola. Powieść z ostatnich lat XVIII wieku (1864)

Dwa światy (1856)

Dziad i baba

Dziadunio (1868)

Dzieci wieku (1857)

Dziecię Starego Miasta (1863)

Dziennik Serafiny (1876)

Dziwadła

Emisariusz

Ewunia

Głupi Maciuś

Grzechy hetmańskie. Obrazy z końca XVIII wieku

Herod baba

Historia kołka w płocie (1860)

Historia o bladej dziewczynie spod Ostrej Bramy

Historia o Janaszu Korczaku i o pięknej miecznikównie: powieść z czasów Jana Sobieskiego (1874)

Historia Sawki (1842)

Hołota

Hrabina Cosel (1873, e-book)

Interesa familijne

Jak się pan Paweł żenił i jak się ożenił

Jaryna (1850)

Jermoła (Iermola, 1857)

Jesienią

Kamienica w Długim Rynku

Kartki z podróży

Kawał literata (1875)

Klasztor

Klin klinem

Komedianci

Kopciuszek

Kordecki

Kościół Świętomichalski w Wilnie

Król i Bondarywna. Powieść historyczna

Krzyż na rozstajnych drogach

Krzyżacy 1410

Kunigas (1881)

Kwiat paproci

Lalki: sceny przedślubne

Latarnia czarnoksięska (1843–1844)

Listy do rodziny

Lublana

Ładny chłopiec

Ładowa Pieczara (1852)

Macocha

Maleparta

Męczennicy. Marynka

Męczennicy. Na wysokościach

Milion posagu

Mistrz Twardowski (1840)

Mogilna. Obrazek współczesny

Morituri (1874–1875)

Moskal: obrazek współczesny narysowany z natury (1865)

Na bialskim zamku

Na cmentarzu – na wulkanie

Na tułactwie

Na wschodzie. Obrazek współczesny (1866)

Nad modrym Dunajem

Nad Sprewą

Nera

Niebieskie migdały

Noc majowa

Ongi

Orbeka

Ostap Bondarczuk (1847)

Ostatni z Siekierzyńskich (1851)

Ostrożnie z ogniem

Pałac i folwark

Pamiętnik Mroczka (1870)

Pamiętnik panicza

Pamiętniki

Pan i szewc

Pan Karol

Pan Major

Pan na czterech chłopach (1879)

Pan Walery

Panie kochanku: anegdota dramatyczna w trzech aktach

Papiery po Glince

Pod Blachą: powieść z końca XVIII wieku (1881)

Poeta i świat (1839)

Polska w czasie trzech rozbiorów 1772–1799

Pomywaczka: obrazek z końca XVIII wieku

Powieść bez tytułu (1854)

Powrót do gniazda (1875)

Półdiablę weneckie

Profesor Milczek

Przed burzą

Przygody pana Marka Hinczy. Rzecz z podań życia staroszlacheckiego

Pułkownikówna

Ramułtowie

Raptularz pana Mateusza Jasienickeigo. Z oryginału przepisany mutatis mutandis

Resurrecturi

Resztki życia

Roboty i prace: sceny i charaktery współczesne

Rzym za Nerona (1865)

Sąsiedzi

Sceny sejmowe. Grodno 1793 (1873)

Sekret pana Czuryły. Historia jednego rezydenta wedle podań współczesnych opowiedziana

Serce i ręka (1875)

Sfinks (1847)

Sieroce dole

Skrypt Fleminga

Sprawa kryminalna

Stara baśń (An Ancient Tale)

Stańczykowa kronika od roku 1503 do 1508 (1841)

Stara Panna

Staropolska miłość

Starosta warszawski: obrazy historyczne z XVIII wieku

Starościna Bełska: opowiadanie historyczne 1770–1774

Stary sługa

Sto Diabłów

Syn marnotrawny (1879)

Szalona (1880)

Szaławiła

Szpieg (1864)

Śniehotowie

Tomko Prawdzic

Trapezologion

Tryumf wiary. Obrazek historyczny z czasów Mieczysława I-go

Tułacze (1868)

U babuni

Ulana (1842)

W baśń oblekły się dzieje

W pocie czoła. Z dziennika dorobkiewicza (1884)

W starym piecu

Warszawa 1794 (1873)

Wielki nieznajomy

Wielki świat małego miasteczka

Wilczek i wilczkowa

Wspomnienia Odessy, Jedysanu i Budżaku: dziennik przejażki w roku 1843 od 22 czerwca do 11 września

Wspomnienia Wołynia, Polesia i Litwy

Z chłopa król

Z siedmioletniej wojny (1875)

Z życia awanturnika

Zadora

Zaklęta księżniczka

Zemsta Czokołdowa

Złote jabłko

Złoty Jasieńko

Zygmuntowskie czasy. Powieść z roku 1572 (1846)

Zygzaki

Żacy krakowscy w roku 1549 (Kraków Students in 1549)

Żeliga

Żyd: obrazy współczesne (The Jew: Contemporary Pictures, 1866)

Żywot i przygody hrabi Gozdzkiego. Pan starosta Kaniowski

Żywot i sprawy Imć pana Medarda z Gołczwi Pełki z notat familijnych spisane (1876)

Series "Dzieje Polski" ("The History of Poland") — 29 novels about Poland's history, in chronological order (1876–90)

Adama Polanowskiego dworzanina króla Jegomości Jana III notatki

Bajbuza: czasy Zygmunta III

Banita: czasy Stefana Batorego

Biały książę: czasy Ludwika Węgierskiego

Boleszczyce: powieść z czasów Bolesława Szczodrego

Boży gniew: czasy Jana Kazimierza

Bracia Zmartwychwstańcy: powieść z czasów Chrobrego

Dwie królowe

Historia prawdziwa o Petrku Właście palatynie, którego zwano Duninem: opowiadanie historyczne z XII wieku

Infantka

Jaszka Orfanem zwanego żywota i spraw pamiętnik: Jagiełłowie do Zygmunta

Jelita: powieść herbowa z r. 1331

Kraków za Łokietka: powieść historyczna

Król Chłopów: powieść historyczna z czasów Kazimierza Wielkiego

Król Piast: (Michał książę Wiśniowiecki)

Królewscy synowie: powieść z czasów Władysława Hermana i Krzywoustego

Lubonie: powieść z X wieku

Masław

Matka królów: czasy Jagiełłowe

Na królewskim dworze: czasy Władysława IV

Pogrobek: powieść z czasów przemysławowskich

Saskie ostatki: August III

Semko: czasy bezkrólewia po Ludwiku

Jagiełło i Jadwiga

Stach z Konar: powieść historyczna z czasów Kazimierza Sprawiedliwego

Stara baśń (An Ancient Tale, 1876)

Strzemieńczyk: czasy Władysława Warneńczyka

Syn Jazdona: powieść historyczna z czasów Bolesława Wstydliwego i Leszka Czarnego

Waligóra: powieść historyczna z czasów Leszka Białego

Za Sasów

Hors d'oeuvre Perile’

 

All in all it had been the most charming of social occasions. He congratulated himself as he watched the gorgeous young thing in the perfectly lovely green French cut satin dress swish her way up the cobblestone path, heading back to the large manor house where the party was still in full swing. He stood up from the bench, seat still warm from where she had been sitting next to him, and continued to watch as he smiled in pleasant recollection of the evening so far…..

 

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Préalable

 

He had purposefully arrived late, giving his fellow guests plenty of time to enjoy their cocktails, wine and champagne. He was delighted to see that the group had indeed unknowingly followed his plan by freely imbibing! The great hall was positively buzzing with a score of overly happy couples chatting away. In the ballroom, half as many were gaily dancing, presenting a delightful montage of crisp black tuxes and colourfully dyed, rustling gowns and long fluttering dresses. And everywhere was the sparkling of jewels, some extravagantly large, and many expensively small, flickering and sparkling merrily from various points of interest from the rather fetching figures of the many pretty females who wore them.

  

He looked around, pulling back his tux jackets sleeves so his wrists were free, unencumbered for when the time came to put his hands to work. It happily did not take long for that to happen.

  

He soon spied a group of 2 males and 3 ladies chatting merrily by the huge oak fireplace. The large fire It contained, added an entertaining crackling scene as he approached. A passing waiter held a tray of drinks in his hand, and he had snatched one off, carrying it over to the group. He stood on the fringe, listening in for a minute to acquire the lay of the land. He soon joined in, telling a joke along the lines of their topic of conversation. He made his French accent even thicker, knowing how the English Ladies seemed to swoon when he employed it. He was soon one of the group, a waiting wolf amongst the curelessly bleating, well-dressed sheep. The waiter came around again, and he had set his glass ( untouched) on an oak coffee table, and helped pass them around. As he handed one of the ladies her drink, he had tripped a little, placing his hand upon the wrist she held at her bosom to steady himself, looking her in the eyes as she took the offered drink in her other hand, concerned that he had hurt himself. He apologised profusely at his clumsiness, then stepped back as she giggling accepted. He retrieved his glass and offered a toast. As they all raised their glasses and drank, he took his leave and scurried off. He looked back, the group was still chatting away happily, and the lady he had handed a glass of champagne to, was not yet noticing that her amazingly bright emerald and pearl bracelet had vanished from her gloved wrist.

 

He meandered over to the Ballroom, stopping to watch the few couples lingering as they awaited the next dance. The Orchestra was tuning up, preparing for a cotillion, something he fancied, a great dance for someone of his unique abilities to make a few “acquisitions”. As the music began he watched with interest the 60 or so guests that began the dance. In the vibrantly swirling mass he managed to pick out quite a few enchanting baubles worn by the gaily bedecked females. He bided his time, and when an opening presented itself, he inserted himself and joined in with the dancers as they moved in the tempo of the spirited music switching partners frequently. In a fast few minutes of the music, as he found himself partnered with 20 or so pretty females, some of them, by design, more than once.

 

It was from this select few that he managed to part from their persons a total of: 4 gemmed bracelets, half as many cocktail rings, and a dazzling ruby pendent and its chain of sparkling diamond chips! The dance ended all too soon, in his opinion, for the pickings had been altogether too easy, and there were more than a few with pretty jewels he would have liked to have held in his arms. As the boke off, he accepted an even dozen feminine hands gratefully thanking him for the dance( lifting a 3rd ring in the process!)

 

He then left the ballroom, walking backwards as he watched over the dissembling guests for any signs of discontent. It all appeared normal with them, no one as of yet realizing that some of them had been “pickpocketed.” He stopped and retrieved his drink from a table, still watching the ballroom, scanning the exits in case he needed to make a quick retreat.

  

When he turned back around he almost collided with an older lady with her long hair piled up and held up by a glittering tiara, who had been standing behind him. Her still quite perky figure was fetchingly clad in a long slithering dress of deep purple silk, with a brite glossy sash of deeper purple satin wrapped around her waist and tied in the back with a smart bow held by a rhinestone clip.

  

On the cuff, he asked her if she was free to dance. She delightfully was, and accepting his offer, held out her gloved hand. Sitting down his glass with a flourish, he took that hand with its well ringed fingers, into his and led her off. She elegantly picked up her dress with her other hand, and as she did he had a few seconds to admire and appraise the ladies dazzling “affichage de bijoux”. The new dance was a waltze, something he excelled at. And she allowed him to lead her, dancing about with the other couples, as he gracefully twirled her around. He would have preferred a tango, for her necklace, a collar of diamonds in a lace pattern, was quite valuable. But he made do with the waltz, managing to lift her equally dazzling brooch from the front of the wide shiny purple satin sash tied around her waist. The music ended, and he kissed her hand as she curtsied, giving him the opportunity to slip a glittering cocktail ring off from one of her long fingers. He then led her off the floor, offering to go get her a drink (with the intention of not coming back) but she had other plans….

  

Now, as they had danced, he had half listened to her prattle on about her niece, a lonesome soul who had recently had had her engagement broken off, for his attention focused mostly on the task of acquiring his pretty partners jewels! So instead of being able to make his escape by going off for drinks, he found his arm taken by the lady in purple silk and led him off to an area set aside as a sitting lounge for the ladies (the men’s smoking chamber being upstairs). It was there that they came upon a small, lithely shaped creature with loose sheets of long ginger coloured hair falling along her shoulders and back. She was sitting by herself, drinking a cocktail, her third by the number of empty glasses sitting upon the table at her arm. She was encased in a long slinking pretty French gown of green satin that fell quite nicely along her well-endowed figure, before pooling around at the feet of her matching satin high heels.

  

Her Auntie introduced them, and the niece offered her hand in cheerful greeting. She didn’t seem appear that she was in despair over her broken engagement atoll, he thought as he took her gloved hand, holding down her fingers as he curtly bowed and kissed the hands glossy gloved back side. He looked down upon the niece, she was wearing a choker of diamonds around her throat, and long dangling waterfall earrings cascading down from her ears. A long diamond pin was attached to the v in the “Décolletage” of her gown. Her gloved hands were free of rings and bracelets. But still, all in all, a quite vexing package indeed!

  

The Aunt, meanwhile, was arranging for them to dance. The Niece did seemed coyly reluctant at first, like she was thinking of a way out of it. But when the orchestra started to tune up for the next dance, a obviously a welcomed foxtrot, He poured on the charm, and broke through her resistance. And he gallantly gave her his hand and lifted her from her seat, to the squealing delight of the lady’s aunt in the deep purple silk dress. He nodded to the Auntie as he led her niece off, his eyes traveling back to his fetching partner’s throat. The diamond choker that encircled it would be a welcomed addition to this evening’s cueillette’!

  

She was a brilliant dancer, surprisingly spirited and nimbly quick. Thus he was unable to find an opening to acquire the lass’s sparkling trinket that adorned her throat. So he waited for his opportunity, figuring the next dance should be a slow one. He was right on the money and invited her join him in the slow dance he had anticipated. She most willing went into his arms, giving herself up to him 100 percent. At one point she looked up into his eyes, a look that told him she was falling to his charms. He cupped his hands to her face, lifting her head so it tilted up at him, and as she sighed deeply, he stroked his fingers through her hair, while slickly, and without shame, relieving her ears of their stunningly dangling diamond earrings in the process.

  

He was immensely pleased with himself upon his daring acquisition, and as the music faded off, he thought that that would be the end of things, and he prepare to take his immediate leave of the premises. But she apparently had garnered other thoughts, asking him if he wished to take a stroll with her outside in the extended gardens that surrounded the sprawling old estate proper. He looked down sweetly upon her, his eyes soaking in her gorgeously sparkling necklace which still was a vex for him, and told her sweetly he would like nothing more. As he followed her wonderfully swishing figure towards the double doors leading to a cement patio, he liberated a bottle of wine and two glasses from a servant’s cart. He followed her out onto the wide patio and down the sweeping steps that led into the hedged, proper English gardens below.

  

She led him to an old stone bench in a quite secluded corner, and alcove almost boxed in by a thick hedgerow. He couldn’t have picked a better spot himself, and he smiled, for fortune appeared to be with him that evening, “fortune semblait être avec lui ce soir-là” ! She motioned him to sit next to her, and he smiled, opening the wine, and pouring it. Handing her a glass he slipped in next to her. He prepared to falsely lead the damsel into believing he was falling under her spell, and as she did, taking the opportunity to relive this little one of her remaining jewels!

  

She snuggled up against him, her quite warm figure a pleasure to experience. She started to chatter, almost nervously, definitely coyly, as he noticed the pulsating rhythm of her heart beating into his side, she was certainly excited about something. She rather impishly told him a rather delightful little tale about an antique postcard that her aunt had in the library. A youth was sitting on a bench next to a pretty girl, a book on his with the title” The Jungle Book”. He was asking the damsel if she liked Kipling? She was looking up at him mischievously, why “I don’t know, you naughty boy, I’ve never kippled!”

  

He chuckled at this, pulling out a handkerchief form his pocket to wipe some imagined thing off her dress. She looked down at the spot( nothing had been there) and he used the distraction to finish slipping off the necklace whose clasp he had flicked open as she had told the punch line of her story.

 

Placing The necklace into a vest pocket, where it rested with the some of the other jewels he had purloined earlier that evening, including this one’s earrings. He now focused on her long glittery diamond pin.

  

He stood and refilled their glass’s for a third time( he had been spilling most of his out in a rose bush behind the bench as they had sat). He regained his seat, placing an arm around her, and she laid her hand upon his chest, burrowing in. She was becoming quite intoxicated and he knew the time was as ripe as it was becoming short. He laid his other hand on her lap, and she shivered as he murmured some French sayings in her ear,(including his favourite ” La nuit tous les chats sont gris.”)

  

He took advantage of the opening and feeling upwards cupped the pin as it hung down, feeling its clasp with his long nimble fingers, he waited. At that point she looked up into his eyes and slipped her hand around his waist. It was while she did this that he popped open the clasp, and slipped off the diamonded pin from the unwary girls rather scintillating gown.

  

He held onto the pin behind her back as they hugged. He could still feel the deliciousness of her heart beating rapidly, and knew his was also, but not for the reason she was thinking. He now had all her jewels, and as his eyes were focused on her glittering pin that he was admiring in his hand that held it above her back, , his mind was on escape.

  

Finally the wine had its desired effect upon the pretty, naively innocent, niece. With a wistful sigh, she rose, straightening her gown as she elegantly made her apologies, she needed to visit the ladies parlour to powder her nose. She sheepishly asked if he would wait. He rose an told her he would wait until the end of time( or for as long as he was in her sight). She hugged him, throwing her entire squirming being behind it.

  

They parted and she tuned and pertly swished off, her gown delightfully moving along her figure, brightly iridescent, as she swayed her way back down the moonlit path.

  

He rubbed a finger along his thin moustache as he enjoyed the show she was putting on. He had entirely beguiled that one he mused. It wasn’t until she gained the porch stair way that he moved. He turned away, and made his way down the path heading off out of the gardens. Gloating over how he had managed to pluck her ripe figure of all its valuable ornaments.. His hand automatically went into his vest pocket to finger his haul. Suddenly his whole demander changed, the pocket was empty! He quickly felt along his body, all of his pockets here empty. Pipe, Pouch, silver lighter, billfold and gold pocket watch, even the ruby pin from his knotted cravat, as well as all of the ladies jewels he had been removing with such panache all evening, all were gone, all without him ever feeling a thing!

  

He relieved he had been picked clean, obviously by the young niece! and turning he looked back spying that said niece standing at the top of the cement patio’s stairway watching him, catching his eye, she raised a finger, scolding him like one would an errant child, before turning with a purposeful, flaunting with a swirling of her green satin gown, and disappearing inside with a an air of obviously self-pleasure. Who was this child, with fingers even more nimble than the great Arsene’ Lupin?, he thought cockily.

  

He raised an imaginary glass to the closing door as the last of her fluttering gown slipped through it. Checkmate on me, my lady, he thought, Smiling whimsically as he turned away and stole away into the night. But still, he could not help but wonder, was she going keep those jewels to all to herself and let him take the blame?

  

He turned a corner of a hedge path and stopped immediately. Staring straight ahead, in his astonishment, he thought drolly to himself, if he had to start a new meal, might as well begin with Hors d'oeuvre. For there, at the end of the path, stooping over as she smelled a rose from a bush located by an exit, was a jewelled vision of pure loveliness.

  

Her hair was elegantly held back by a gloved hand with a wrist and fingers sparkling with a frenzy of coloures, said moon having had just now peeked from the cloud where it had been hiding.

  

He walked up to her, softly on the pads of his feet. She wasn’t to know that there was now someone else on the path behind her until his hands were in position to strike….

  

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Perile watched as the nice Frenchman walked off. He had ben ever so charming, couldn’t apologize enough for starling her as he had. He had taken her hand, kissing it as he had asked her name. He than gave him hers, thanking her for the honour that was his to give it. Arsene he announced with a flourish as he bowed to her. She has shivered, how so she loved the romantic sounding French language.

  

He soon turned a corner and was lost out of site. Perile stood there dazed for a full 3 minutes, her mind wondering. Her satin gloved hand which she had been holding upon her ample bosom, now moved up to her throat to take care of an itch. Suddenly she froze, finding her neck bare, she looked down, her diamond and ruby pendeant was no longer dangling down the glossy front of her eal gown. She bent under the rose bush to look for it, pulling up on the lower branches, as she did, she saw with a gasp that her large gemmed cocktail ring was also gone from her index finger. It was not until sometime later that she membered it was the vey hand and finger the charming Frenchman had ever so elegantly kissed!

 

Dusk settles on Carlos Gonzalez Torrez's crops that are giving him education and experience at the Agricultural Land Based Training Association (ALBA); who receives assistance from the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) Farm Production and Conservation (FPAC) Farm Service Agency (FSA); he is a 2015 graduate of their Farmer Education Course (PEPA) and is now in his third of five (possible) incubator years where he rents farm land, currently 4.35 acres of ALBAâs 100 acre facility in Salinas, Ca., on Nov. 14, 2018.

  

The Agricultural Land Based Training Association (ALBA) is a training program that helps low income farmworkers and others learn how to become farmers. New farmers begin with a series of classroom courses and on-hands training, and graduate to farming their own piece of land on the farm. Eventually these new graduates hope to become successful farmers.

 

ALBAâs Farmer Education and Enterprise Development (FEED) Program educates and trains new farmer-entrepreneurs to plan, launch, and establish viable organic farm businesses or advance their careers. To accomplish this, ALBA has 100 acres of organic land, an experienced team with diverse expertise, and a hands-on, 5-year farmer development program. FEED is comprised of three main components:

 

1.The Farmer Education Course (PEPA) is a one year, bilingual, 300-hour curriculum featuring classroom instruction and field-based training, readying participants to launch an organic farm business.

 

2.The Organic Farm Incubator allows course graduates to launch their farm on ALBAâs land. Starting at ½ acre, farmers gradually scale up to 5 acres over 4 years under ALBAâs supervision before transitioning to fully independent farming.

 

3.ALBA Organics, aggregates, markets and ships participantsâ products to growing markets around California. Doing so gives farmers access to clients that would otherwise be out of reach and allows them to focus on growing and business management in their initial years.

 

For more information about PEPA please see www.albafarmers.org/programs/

 

Farm Production and Conservation (FPAC) is the USDAâs focal point for the nationâs farmers and ranchers and other stewards of private agricultural lands and non-industrial private forest lands. FPAC agencies implement programs designed to mitigate the significant risks of farming through crop insurance services, conservation programs and technical assistance, and commodity, lending, and disaster programs. The FPAC team includes, Farm Service Agency (FSA) (www.fsa.usda.gov/), Natural Resources Conservation Service (NRCS) (www.nrcs.usda.gov/wps/portal/nrcs/site/national/home/), and Risk Management Agency (RMA) (www.rma.usda.gov/).

 

Farm Service Agency (FSA) is equitably serving all farmers, ranchers, and agricultural partners through the delivery of effective, efficient agricultural programs for all Americans. FSA is a customer-driven agency with a diverse and multi-talented work force, dedicated to achieving an economically and environmentally sound future for American Agriculture. The vision is to be a market-oriented, economically and environmentally sound American agriculture delivering an abundant, safe, and affordable food and fiber supply while sustaining quality agricultural communities.

  

Here, FSA works with non-profit organizations such as ALBA to provide program information and outreach to beginning farmers, socially disadvantaged farmers and limited income farmers. ALBA works with a unique farmer base of nontraditional, diverse and beginning farmers.

   

FSA staff has worked with ALBA for many years in the following ways:

   

1. Provide classroom training to new ALBA students at the ALBA farm during their regular coursework. FSA provides training on:

 

a. How to apply for a farm loan and prepare a cash flow statement.

 

b. How to apply for FSA programs that help with risk management on the farm, such as the Noninsured Crop Disaster Assistance Program (NAP) or other regional crop insurance options.

 

c. How to apply for Disaster Assistance through FSA in case of an adverse weather event or other emergency.

   

2. FSA has provided micro loans, operating loans and ownership loans to help ALBA farmers become independent and successful in their operations. FSA has provided Emergency Conservation Program (ECP) and Noninsured Disaster Assistance Program (NAP) payments to these farmers.

   

3. FSA has provided bookkeeping training courses to ALBA students, on farm tours, and has helped students apply for USDA scholarships to attend agricultural conferences and other trainings.

   

4. FSA has referred ALBA farmers to NRCS for help with resource management issues.

   

âThese farmers are the future face of American Agriculture. It is so important for FSA to help them get a strong start in ensuring the success of their operations, said FSA County Executive Director Vivian Soffa. Carlos will need support when he graduates from ALBA and hopefully FSA will be able to assist him with his capital needs when he is farming on his own in this very competitive agriculture market. Familiarity with FSAâs programs at the beginning of a new farmerâs endeavor may be the difference between success and failure.â

 

For more information please see www.usda.gov.

 

USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart).

Beckley, West Virginia

Beckely Martial Arts and Karate

  

Karate for Kids Testimonial and Review

 

When my eight-year-old son first asked me if I would let him take Karate for Kids, I was a little worried. Karate seems so dangerous and I was concerned that my boy would end up injured. After talking with my husband, we agreed to give the program a chance and now we are so glad that we did.

 

First of all, I would like to state that Master Babin is wonderful with the children. While I was apprehensive that the Karate class would be all about fighting, I was relieved to learn that the focus was more on self-defense and moral values. Now my son is healthier than ever, doing an activity that he truly loves.

 

I would encourage every parent out there looking for a fun exercise-based activity for his or her child to participate in their Karate for Kids program a chance. My son is constantly talking about what he learned in his past karate lessons and practicing his blocks and punches in the living room. He is even playing his video games less.

 

After my initial reservations, I now cannot imagine my son participating in any other karate program. Consider this my highest recommendation.

David S

 

Reviews on Karate for Kids

 

When my son started karate instruction with Karate for Kids, he was timid, had few friends and had trouble paying attention in school. I didn't agree with the doctor who tried to tell me he had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and that I should put him on medication to control it. To me, my son just needed some loving guidance, not to be medicated.

 

That is when I asked my good friend about her children's experiences with the local martial arts Instructor. Like my son, her children did not have a father figure in their lives and suffered greatly as the result. When they were approaching their teenage years, she decided to enroll them in karate at Karate For Kids Within a matter of weeks, I saw her pre-teen son and daughter become more confident, focused and goal-oriented and knew I wanted the same for my child.

 

After his very first lesson, my son, then aged nine, was already a changed child. He overflowed with enthusiasm as he explained how the karate for kids program pushed him to reach goals, but was "really nice" about it. To this mom, that means that my son finally got the caring, personal instruction that he deserves.

Thank you for such a fantastic Karate For Kids Program

Samantha W

  

Testimonial and Review on Martial Arts For Men

 

I am a forty-eight year old man and, until about four months ago, I had really let myself go. Between work-related stress and the other pressures of my day-to-day existence, I made little time for exercise and gave almost no thought to a healthy diet. In short, I was a mess.

 

One day, a colleague at my office took me aside and recommended that I sign up for the martial arts program offered locally. He had recently signed up for a class and loved it. After some convincing, I agreed to accompany him to his next class.

 

Fast-forward to today and I now love my martial arts training. Martial Arts for men workouts feels less like training and more like fun. I have been losing weight and now have a new energy when facing the daily grind. I have gone from one class a week to two, and am thinking of adding a third.

 

If you are looking for a fun way to get in shape, I would advise you to come on down our Martial Arts for Men Academy. You will not regret it.

Getting younger…

Lisa F

  

Testimonial and Review on Martial Arts For Women

 

I never would have thought that taking up martial arts, would change me so much as a person and in so many ways. I still use every occasion to thank my friends, for recommending me the Martial Art courses for women taught by a martial arts school that teaches quality skill sets for women

 

I used to be a very shy person, and had become quite fearful after having my purse stolen one evening. Now, that is no longer the case. Since participating in the martial arts courses, I have felt more empowered than ever. I enjoyed the friendly and encouraging atmosphere right from the start, and did not feel ashamed of my initial clumsiness.

 

Now, I can actually impress my friends with some of the moves I learned. Also, I am fully aware that martial arts represent a life style just as much as anything else. My Instructor simply amazed all of us throughout the entire program, with his dedication and willingness to teach us. In fact, we could hardly wait for the next session.

 

I truly recommend anyone to make the same change I made in my life. Looking back, I really cannot see my weekly schedule without my martial arts training sessions.

C McCrae

 

Martial Arts For Women in Beckley, West Virginia

Taking a martial arts class was not something I had given much consideration prior to turning 30. Wanting to preserve my strength and flexibility for years to come finally enticed me to take the plunge. The immediate results were stunning and I found myself feeling more energetic and confident in just a few sessions.

 

Not only are his martial arts skills top-notch, but I find his enthusiasm and enjoyment of the sport to be infectious. Considering that this entire venture was foreign to me, I felt right at home during my very first class. In addition to training in martial arts my instructor has a great deal of patience and warmth, the other karate students in the session were just as receptive to me. They really know how to make new members feel welcome.

 

Learning the forms and methods involved in martial arts is a great experience, but what makes these classes truly exceptional is that we learn how to incorporate the philosophy and principals behind this art form into our everyday lives. I look forward to my sessions with my instructor, and find his classes to be a great way to invest in myself, while having some fun at the same time. It is more than just kicking and punching it’s a well rounded martial arts program.

With Great Thanks,

Jackie W

 

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" Holi (Hindi: होली) is a religious spring festival celebrated by Hindus.

 

In Vaishnavism, Hiranyakashipu is the great king of demons, and he had been granted a boon by Brahma, which made it almost impossible for him to be killed. The boon was due to his long penance, after which he had demanded that he not be killed "during day or night; inside the home or outside, not on earth or in the sky; neither by a man nor an animal; neither by astra nor by shastra". Consequently, he grew arrogant and attacked the Heavens and the Earth. He demanded that people stop worshipping Gods and start praising respectfully to him.

 

According to this belief, Hiranyakashipu's own son, Prahlada, was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. In spite of several threats from Hiranyakashipu, Prahlada continued offering prayers to Lord Vishnu. He was poisoned by Hiranyakashipu, but the poison turned to nectar in his mouth. He was ordered to be trampled by elephants yet remained unharmed. He was put in a room with hungry, poisonous snakes and survived. All of Hiranyakashipu's attempts to kill his son failed. Finally, he ordered young Prahlada to sit on a pyre in the lap of Holika, Hiranyakashipu's demoness sister, who also could not die because she had a boon preventing her from being burned by fire. Prahlada readily accepted his father's orders, and prayed to Lord Vishnu to keep him safe. When the fire started, everyone watched in amazement as Holika burnt to death, while Prahlada survived unharmed. The salvation of Prahlada and burning of Holika is celebrated as Holi.

 

In Mathura, where Lord Krishna grew up, the festival is celebrated for 16 days (until Rangpanchmi) in commemoration of the divine love of Radha for Krishna. The festivities officially usher in spring, the celebrated season of love.

 

There is alternative story detailing the origin of Holi. This story is about Kamadeva, a God of love. Kama's body was destroyed when he shot his weapon at Shiva in order to disrupt his meditation and help Parvati to marry Shiva. Shiva then opened his third eye, the gaze of which was so powerful that Kama's body was reduced to ashes. For the sake of Kama's wife Rati (passion), Shiva restored him, but only as a mental image, representing the true emotional and spiritual state of love rather than physical lust. The Holi bonfire is believed to be celebrated in commemoration of this event." - Wikipedia

 

There's a movement in Germany right now where many cities have discovered the joys of this festival of colors even if the religious background is widely unknown to the revellers.

 

Luckily, my city was one where this event took place and i had to go.

 

I decided to sacrifice my 5D and my EF 50 18 II. I was 99% sure the camera wouldnt make it out alive with the color dust and (usually) water colors. To my surprise, there were no water colors and thanks to this, my camera still works!

  

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Water & Light at Sassi Mazar Balochistan May30, 2015

 

SUN SHINES IN THE NIGHT

Sassi punnu mausoleum got Solar Energy

Every year thousands of peoples from various parts of Sindh, Baluchistan and Punjab gather at the shrine of Sassi and Punnu in Singher village to attend a 3 days carnival. Singher village is , 52 Kilometers away from Hub town. Singher means chain, as the village is surrounded by the chain of hills where it is believed that Sassi and Punnu were buried under a landslide.

Before the monsoon a carnival organizing committee receives donation from the Baloch tribal chiefs of Sindh and Balochistan to bear the expenditures of the event. Collected funds are mostly used for providing food, water and accommodation to all the devotees there. Sufi Faqirs (singers) from Sindh, Balochistan and Punjab travel to perform songs on the occasion to pay homage to Sassi Punnu, the popular tragic romance of Sindh and Balochistan. Besides folk songs, a traditional Sindhi game malakhro similar to Japanese wrestling sumo also attracts a large number of the people to come there.

 

Lands from mountains with old graves scattered in the area and rainy water ways are quite difficult to cross for the travellers. Despite this, devotees, males and females, travel long distance to visit the site the entire year. For the local people, camel is the only means of transport and people gather there during the occasion.

 

There is only one well, which is useful for the communities otherwise the entire area underground water level is unsafe for human consumption. In case the area receives monsoon rains the people use rainy water from ponds.

 

For the benefit of peoples living in surroundings as well as devotees who visit during carnival and over the year, Masood Lohar, country Manager UNDP, GEF small grant program decided to use solar energy for providing clean and safe water and lighting on the mausoleum.

 

On 30th May 2015, Shaan Technologies Private Limited installed a 3 HP Solar Powered pump on a 250 ft deep well that is located near the tomb. Operating on a 3 kilowatt solar panel bank this pump provide 30 Gallon water per minutes & eliminates requirement of diesel generator operated pump that organizing committee previously used to supply water during the festival.

 

Now solar pump serves as a continuous source of clean water without any additional cost. A water tank is provided to store pumped water. This tank helped as a 24 hours ready source of water for the local people.

 

In addition to that 2 solar powered floodlights were also installed in front yard of tomb. These 14 watt LED lights runs on a 35 watt solar panel that provide sufficient power to run LED lamps up to 12 hours. Dusk to Dawn photo sensors is also used in the system that automatically turns on the light just before the sunset and turns off at dawn. This project was financed by the UNDP GEF Small grant program. Lodhie foundation contributed 10% cost of the project under its poverty alleviation initiative.

  

Project Summary

 

Location: Sassi Punnu Moseleum, Singher Village, Near Hub Dam, Baluchistan

Coordinates: 25°18'41"N 66°53'21"E

Nearby cities: Karachi, Hub City, Sonmiani / Winder city

Initiated By: UNDP, GEF Small Grant Program in association of Lodhie Foundation

Implemented by: Shaan Technologies Private Limited Karachi

Implantation Date: 30Th May 2015

Equipment installed:

(1) One 3HP DC Submersible water pump with 3KW Solar panels and Pump Controller

(2) Two Solar Powered LED Floodlights

Beneficiaries: Up to 2500 people living in the Singher village and surroundings

    

Folktale of Sassi & Punnu

 

Sassi Punnu is a famous folktale of love told in the length and breadth of Sindh, Pakistan. The story is about a faithful wife who is ready to undergo all kinds of troubles that would come her way while seeking her beloved husband who was separated from her by the rivals

Sassi was the daughter of a Brahman Hindu Rajah from Rohri . Upon Sassui's birth, astrologers predicted that she was a curse for the royal family’s prestige. The Raja ordered that the child be put in a wooden box and thrown in the Sindhu, present day’s river Indus. However, she was saved by a washer-man belonging to Bhanbhor, near Gharo district, Thatta . The washer-man raised her as his own daughter.

When Sassui became a young girl, she was as beautiful as the fairies of heaven. Stories of her beauty reached Punhun a prince from Kech Makran Balochistan and he became desperate to meet Sassi. The handsome young Prince therefore travelled to Bhambore. He sent his clothes to Sassi's father (a washerman) so that he could catch a glimpse of Sassi. When he visited the washerman's house, they fell in love at first sight. Sassui's father was dispirited, hoping that Sassi would marry a washerman and no one else. He asked Punnhun to prove that he was worthy of Sassui by passing the test as a washerman. Punnhun agreed to prove his love. While washing, he tore all the clothes as, being a prince, he had never washed any clothes; he thus failed the agreement. But before he returned those clothes, he hid gold coins in the pockets of all the clothes, hoping this would keep the villagers quiet. The trick worked, and Sassui's father agreed to the marriage.

At last Punnu (Punhoon) married her. However, his father, Ari, the King of Ketch, did not like his son getting married to a low-caste girl, so he instructed his other sons to go to Bhanbhor and bring back Punnu at any cost. They visited Punnu as his guests and during the night they intoxicated him and his wife. Later, they put their brother on one of the camels and left. When Sassi woke up in the morning, she was shocked to find Punnu missing and all his brothers gone. She understood their trickery. She left Bhambhor immediately to Kech Makran on foot in search of him. The Kech Makran is located along the Makran Coastal Highway in Baluchistan, Pakistan.

After crossing Pab Mountain, she reached the Harho range. She could not proceed further when her path was blocked by the Phor River. So she started retracing her steps. Soon she was accosted by a beastly goatherd who intended to molest her. Sassi prayed to God for protection. Immediately the ground below her feet started caving in like quicksand and she disappeared within seconds. Seeing the miracle, the goatherd repented sincerely, and to make amends for his misconduct, he made a grave in the site and became its custodian.

Punnu found no peace of mind at Kech. He languished and soon became an invalid. Under the circumstances, his father allowed him to return to Bhambhor.

During his return journey, Punnu happened to pass by the site where Sassi had met her death. When the goatherd came to know his story, he told him as to what had happened to Sassi. Punnu was beside himself on hearing the horrible news.

He prayed to God to unite him with Sassi. Again the ground became quicksand and he soon disappeared into the bowels of the earth. So came to an end the tragic love story of Sassi and Punnu. The legendary grave still exists in this valley.

The famous Sufi saint and poet Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai sings this historic tale in his sufi poetry “Shah jo Risalo” as an example of eternal love and union with Divine.

Sassi’s resting place is said to be about 45 miles away in the Pub range to the west of Karachi. A local man of some importance constructed a simple mausoleum in 1980 over the joint grave of Sassi and Punnu. It is often visited by tourists.

Houston Texas Third Ward Home of the Flower Man Cleveland Turner me and him feed the birds and squirrel donuts I was told that this was a Prostitute walking up and down the street 2010 folk artist Art sculptor Flowerman

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He has just been fed next door and now he is in my yard for a wash and kip.

Ville Valo.

En realidad amo la voz i la musica,

Que compone este tipo, yeahh!!!

 

Love Metal

Yogacharya Dr. Ashoke Kumar Chatterjee was born in 1933 in West Bengal. The sudden demise of his mother when he was away in service intensely agonized him. He grew averse to material pursuits and became spirituality inclined. He received initiation in Kriyayoga in April 1961.

 

Yogacharya ji is the disciple of Shri Satya Charana Lahiree Mahashaya, grandson of Yogiraj Lahiree Mahashaya.

Yogacharya Dr. Ashoke Kumar Chatterjee authored various books on Kriya Yoga, 'Purana Purusha' being one of them. 'Purana Purusha' logically depicts the most subtle Kriya Realizations of Lahiree Mahashaya. The book is directly based on the 26 personal diaries written by yogiraj lahiree Mahashaya Himself.

 

Yogacharya ji's teachings are based on mainly three very basic questions -

"Where have we come from?"

"Where do we have to go?"

"How to reach the destination and attain stillness?"

He teaches kriyayoga adhering to the standards set by Yogiraj Lahiree Mahashaya without any modification in the practice itself, with an experience spanning over more than five decades.

 

People irrespective of caste, creed, color, nation, language, gender are all eligible for Kriya Yoga. He has large following throughout India and abroad like USA, England, France, Spain, Canada, Australia, South Korea, Bangladesh etc.

 

www.kriyayogashyamacharan.org

 

He expounds that all-pervasive Prana is dharma and God. The total creation of man, insects, animals, trees, water, earth, air, fire, sky all have the same dharma and belong to one Master. God is Still State of Prana. If Prana who inheres in the body-temple is nursed Universal Love will prevail and eternal peace be reinstated.

 

He has adhered to the ideals of Yogiraj by juxtaposing total domestic existence with yogic discipline as shown by Yogiraj Lahiree Mahashaya himelf.

HT4753 to Toulouse

OLYMPUS DBrett Holden/Capt Ahab and his ability to find and catch fish have propelled him to be a top player in the sport-fishing world. With his finely honed crew and a battleship called the Booby Trap, he has become an unstoppable fishing machine. His desire for excellence has led the Booby Trap to become the top private boat in the Houston Big Game Fishing Club for 5 consecutive years! Capt Ahab is a pioneer and has become the most recognized sword fisherman in the Gulf of Mexico (read about it in the June 2011 issue of Sportfishing Magazine) catching a record 8 daytime swords in one day and has logged over 500 swordfish to date. Capt Ahab was also was behind the helm of the Booby Trap for the first ever recorded Super Grand Slam in the Gulf of Mexico, catching 2 Blue Marlin, 2 Swordfish, 2 Sailfish and a white marlin in a single day. When he fires the Booby Trap up he no longer sees her as a vessel but as a weapon, 40 knots in forward and 10 knots in reverse, he fears no seas only the fuel bill…IGITAL CAMERA

the great crested grebes at lymm dam.

The little one is eating a fish that dad got him

"Tu vas devoir mettre en jeu la chose la plus importante pour toi"

 

Le nouveau dessin animé que j'ai commencé à voir la semaine dernière s'appelle Mai-Hime. Il s'est terminé il y a peu au Japon. Et pour l'instant, aprés avoir juste vu l'épisode 8 (on en est au début), j'ai mal au ventre et presque envie de pleurer. Suis je une petite "femelette" qui pleure facilement en regardant "les oiseaux se cachent pour mourrir" ? Bien sur que non. Mais un bel épisode de dessin animé accompagné d'une musique envoutante et enchanteuse suffit à faire exploser la pierre qui entoure mon coeur...

 

Revenons à Mai-Hime. Au premier abord, nous sommes dans du "fan-service" à fond. Un lycée. Des filles dont certaines sont plutot mignones... L'épisode 3 parle d'un "voleur de lingerie féminine" (!!!)... Dans ce même épisode, on apprend que la petite Mikoto, 11 ans, qui ne fait qu'un bonnet A (ce n'est pas énorme) ne porte rien, puisqu'elle ne sait même pas ce qu'est un "soutien-gorge". Dans l'épisode 7, cette même Mikoto, qui fait un peu n'importe quoi (elle est trés jeune et naive) sert d'appat (malgré elle) de jeune garçon un peu plus agé en manque de sensation forte avec des collégienne. Et l'épisode 8 nous montrerait presque un inceste entre Mai (17 ans) et son petit frere (12 ans), dont certaines autres lycéennes imaginent des aventures "yaoi" entre ce petit frere et un autre jeune garçon collégien trés populaire chez les lycéennes (qui en fait n'est pas un garçon mais cache sa poitrine qu'elle voit grossir avec grande tristesse). Le tout dans une ambiance de lycée collège bien champètre.

 

Du fan service à 100 à l'heure me diraient vous. Oui, il y a un peu de ça... Et bon. Pourquoi pas finalement... C'est léger, ça fleure bon l'été, et au premier abord on dit qu'on va finalement bien rigoler. Et on rigole bien...

 

Pourtant, il y a dans cet animé un premier atout de choix, qui a fait que j'ai eu envie de regarder Mai-Hime. Cet atout se nomme Yuki Kajiura. Et c'est, de loin, ma compositrice musicale préférée. Avant, je ne jurais que par Yokohama (SaintSeiya) ou Yokko Kanno (Cowboy beebop, Escaflowne), depuis Yuki Kajiura est arrivée. Et elle a réussi a me faire tirer des larmes en regardant un animé... Yokohama aussi (le combat final Camus-Hyoga, ou la mort de Siegfried...), mais Kajiura, c'est... C'est la magie par de la simple musique.

 

Noir, c'est elle. Hack Sign, c'est elle. Madlax, Gunslinger Girls, elle y a trempé dedans. Et c'est de la magie ses musiques. Déjà, le générique de Mai-Hime arrivait à me tirer des larmes. C'est idiot, mais c'est comme ça... et puis pendant l'épisode, les choeurs s'affoleent en même temps que mon coeur s'emballent. Et c'est merveilleux.

 

Et puis l'histoire devient plus sombre. Cet "école", une sorte d'ECAM en mieux, recelle apparement en elle une drole d'histoire. Les "HIME" sont en fait des sortes de mutantes, possédant le pouvoir de matérialiser leurs "auras" (j'aurais dis "cosmos" moi, tiens...). Pourquoi faire ? Au début, pour combattre des monstres appelés "Oufan" (ca fait trés provencal comme terme). Mais là, à l'épisode 8, j'ai l'impression que les choses sont plus complexes que ça. Que des gentils ne sont peut être pas en fait si gentil... Qu'il y a du complot bien ficelé là dessous. Et moi, j'aime bien...

 

Bref, j'ai l'impression qu'en cette époque estivale, cet animé est suffisament frais pour me donner le moral. Pourtant, en cette même époque où mon coeur est un petit peu gros (si, il est gros...), j'ai l'impression... j'ai l'impression que c'est le bon animé.

 

Enfin, Mai-Hime est un petit bijou sympathique. Sans prétention apparente, mais avec une réelle richesse. Yuki Kajiura possède apparement le pouvoir de donner valoriser considérablement un patrimoine.

 

Un bon animé. Je suis bon public, mais là, j'aime beaucoup. A voir donc... ;-)

 

"Mais cette chose la plus importante pour toi, ce n'est pas forcément ta vie..."

Roberto Burle Marx (August 4, 1909, São Paulo – June 4, 1994, Rio de Janeiro) was a Brazilian landscape architect (as well as a painter, print maker, ecologist, naturalist, artist and musician) whose designs of parks and gardens made him world famous. He is accredited with having introduced modernist landscape architecture to Brazil. He was known as a modern nature artist and a public urban space designer.

 

Roberto Burle Marx's father was an emigrant from the city Trier in Germany. His mother was raised from an upper class family in Brazil. Burle Marx's first landscaping inspirations came while studying painting in Germany, where he often visited the Dahlem Botanical Gardens and first learned about Brazil's native flora. Upon returning to Brazil in 1930, he began collecting plants in and around his home. He went to school at the National School of Fine Arts in Rio in 1930 where he focused on visual arts under Leo Putz and Candido Portinari. While in school he associated with several of Brazil’s future leaders in architecture and botanists who continued to be of significant influence in his personal and professional life. One of these was his professor, Brazilian Modernism’s Lucio Costa, the architect and planner who lived down the street from Burle. In 1932, Burle Marx designed his first landscape for a private residence by the architects Lucio Costa and Gregori Warchavchik. This project, the Schwartz house was the beginning of a collaboration with Costa which was enriched later by Oscar Niemeyer who designed the Brazilian Pavilion at the New York World’s Fair in 1939. Niemeyer also designed the Pampulha complex in 1942 which Marx designed gardens for.

 

In 1949 he acquired the 365,000m² estate Barra de Guaratiba (just outside of Rio de Janeiro). Burle Marx began taking expeditions into the Brazilian rain forest with botanists, landscape architects, architects and other researchers to gather plant specimens. He learned to practice studying plants in situ from the botanist Henrique Lahmeyer de Mello Barreto and established his garden, nursery and tropical plant collection at Guaratiba. This property was donated to the Brazilian government in 1985 and became a national monument. Now called Sítio Roberto Burle Marx, under the direction of IPHAN-Instituto do Patrimônio Histórico e Artístico Nacional / Ministério da Cultura, it houses over 3,500 species of plants. The house was rebuilt in a valley on the site of a garden house belonging to the original plantation estate.

 

Roberto Burle Marx founded a landscape studio in 1955 and in the same year he founded a landscape company, called Burle Marx & Cia. Ltda.

 

Much of his work has a sense of timelessnes and perfection. His aesthetics were often nature based, for example, never mixing flower colours, utilisation of big groups of the same specimen, using native plants and making a rocky field into a relaxing garden. He was very interested in each plant's character and what effect that has on the whole garden. He opened an office in Caracas, Venezuela in 1956 and started working with architects Jose Tabacow and Haruyoshi Ono in 1968. Marx worked on commissions thorough out Brazil, Argentina, in Chile and many other South American countries, France, South Africa, Washington D.C. and Los Angeles. Additionally his artwork can be found displayed throughout the city of Rio de Janeiro “it is an open-air museum of works displaying his unmistakable style, one wholly his own” (Montero 2001 p. 29). Roberto Burle Marx’s 62 year career ended when he died June 4, 1994 two months before his 85th birthday.

 

He spent a lot of time in the Brazilian forests where he was able to study and explore. This enabled him to add significantly to the botanical sciences, by discovering new rocks and plants for example. At least 30 plants bear his name. Marx was also involved in efforts to protect and conserve the rain forest from the destructive commercial activities of deforestation for bananas and other crops and clear cutting of timber.

 

Marx’s work “can be summarized in four general design concepts—the use of native tropical vegetation as a structural element of design, the rupture of symmetrical patterns in the conception of open spaces, the colorful treatment of pavements, and the use of free forms in water features” (Vaccarino 2000, p. 17). This approach is exemplified by the Copacabana Beach promenade, where native sea breeze resistant trees and palms appear in groupings along Avenida Atlantica. These groupings punctuate Portugese stone mosaics which form a giant abstract painting where no section along the promenade is the same. This “painting” is viewed from the balconies of hotels, and offers an ever changing view for those driving along the beach. The mosaics continue the entire two and a half mile distance of the beach. The water feature, in this case, is of course the ocean and beach, which is bordered by a 30 foot wide continuous scallop patterned mosaic walk (Eliovson 1991; Montero 2001). Copacabana Beach is “the most famous in Brazil” (Eliovson 1991 p. 103).

Plaque: They said one to another. Behold. Here comes the dreamer... Let us slay him... And we shall see what will become of his dreams. Genesis 37: 19-20

 

opened as 16-room Windsor Hotel, c. 1925, later named Marquette Hotel • purchased, 1945, by Loree & Walter Bailey (1915-1988), renamed Lorraine after Bailey's spouse and the song Sweet Lorraine, a 1940 hit by Nat King Cole • added second floor, 12 rooms • later addition converted Lorraine to motel with more guest rooms and drive up access • upscale motel for African American clientele • guests included musicians recording at Stax Records, e.g., Ray Charles, Lionel Hampton, Ethel Waters, Otis Redding, Staple Singers, Wilson Pickett • at least two hits written here, “In the Midnight Hour” and “Knock on Wood”

 

site of April 4,1968 assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968) as he left his room, No. 306 • Bailey set aside King's Room and adjoining 307 as memorial • hours after assassination, while on the switchboard, Loree suffered a stroke, died five days later • Bailey placed her shoes in a display case in Rm. 306 • James Earl Ray (1928-1998) charged with murder of King, pled guilty, convicted, 1969, later recanted his confession

 

Bailey declared bankruptcy, 1982, building to be auctioned • self-described “black radical” D’Army Bailey (b. 1941), a circuit court judge, organized Memphis philanthropists to "Save the Lorraine" from possible demolition • motel building now part of the National Civil Rights Museum (1991) • Wikipedia

 

SepiaTown • The Crucible –Memphis Magazine • Memphis Manhunt –History Matters • Findings on MLK Assassination -National Archives • King Assassination Conspiracy Theories —NPR • King Assassination Conspiracy Trial • trial transcript

 

Marker: Originally the Windsor Hotel (c.1925) and later one of only a few hotels for blacks, it hosted such entertainers as Cab Calloway, Aretha Franklin, Count Basie, B.B. King, and Nat King Cole. Walter and Loree Bailey bought it in 1942, renaming it the Lorraine. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated outside room 306 on April 4, 1968, making it a symbol for the civil rights movement. In 1982, a local nonprofit group saved the site from foreclosure for use as America's first civil rights museum.

So this is basically the first male sim I have made for contests...and actually edited. It was somewhat difficult editing him...although there's a bit less things you have to worry about when it comes to males...they're more simple. So I hope you like my rocker turned pornstar! (:

 

Some info:

 

Full Name: Caleb Fuchs

Age: 18

Hometown: The Bronx, New York

Height: 6'4''

Weight: 157lb

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: British/Scottish

Describe Yourself in 3 Words: Erotic, Fearless, Powerful

Biography: Born in the bronx, Caleb learned to develop a tough skin. His father's constant alcohol abuse and his mother's frequent "nightly errands" were prominent events in his life. He basically survived the worst of times with such a family. Caleb was able to cope with everything through the love of music: his music. However, the constant discouragement from record labels caused him to leave the rock world for the meantime; that is until money grew in his pocket. Thus, he embarked in a job that he was extremely talented in...sex. Earning his way as Massive Fuchs in adult films...he see's POISE as an opportunity to get his face out there...especially for his rock dream.

  

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HOWL! FESTIVAL AND THE JACKIE FACTORY PRESENTED

LOW LIFE 3: VIPER MAD

SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 6, 2009

5-7 PM, FREE ADMISSION

TOMPKINS SQUARE PARK, NYC

www.mothernyc.com/lowlife/

www.howlfestival.com/

 

REEFER MADNESS IN THE PARK!

 

On September 6, JACKIE FACTORY producers CHI CHI VALENTI and JOHNNY DYNELL presented their third annual LOW LIFE to crown the 2009 HOWL! FESTIVAL. LOW LIFE is a "Howlucination" created by the JACKIE FACTORY as an evening climax for HOWL! - a two hour theatrical showcasing the East Village - and especially, The Bowery, in a lavishly costumed production starring dozens of downtown's finest.

 

This year's edition - LOW LIFE 3: VIPER MAD - was inspired by the early 20th century "viper" culture shared by downtown (and Harlem) jazzmen and hipsters, the opium dens of nearby Chinatown and other Olde New York drug cultures. The show featured two MCs - PAUL ALEXANDER (of "The Ones" and JACKIE 60) with EMPRESS CHI CHI VALENTI, the show's co-producer. The splendid cast included burlesque Goddess DIRTY MARTINI, choreographer JULIE ATLAS MUZ and the PIXIE HARLOTS in "REEFER MADNESS", New Bowery crooner ADAM DUGAS, butoh ensemble VANGELINE THEATER (who reprised their "Butoh Brothel" for this special edition), period visionaries JONNY PORKPIE and NASTY CANASTA with PINCHBOTTOM BURLESQUE, international Dragstar SHERRY VINE of East Village based THEATRE COUTURE, THE NEW YORK SCHOOL OF BURLESQUE choreographed by founder JO BOOBS WELDON, nightclub eminence HATTIE HATHAWAY, sensationalist AMBER RAY, trans songstress ERICKATOURE AVIANCE, reefer striptease by MISS MELODY SWEETS, vocal stylings of MR. PATTY BRUCE, and Viper Vamps DARLINDA JUST DARLINDA, LEGS MALONE and HEATHER LITTEER aka JESSICA RABBIT DOMINATION.

 

The LOW LIFE events were inspired by the seminal LUC SANTE book "LOW LIFE: The Lures and Snares of Old New York." The annual LOW LIFE extravaganzas at HOWL! continue a body of work born at JACKIE 60 over a decade ago, with past editions in London, Minneapolis and of course, the 2007 and 2008 HOWL! Festivals. For the show's producers, East Village residents for over two decades, this annual show is a Valentine to the neighborhood's past, present and future stars.

 

More on HOWL! Festival events at the East Village Howler (Blog)

 

In a first for the Indian government, finance minister P. Chidambaram will take to Google+ Hangouts (goo.gl/4IFSJ) to respond to citizens’ questions on the Union budget on 4 March at 8pm local time, four days after the budget announcement on 28 February.

 

Chidambaram will turn to Google+ to respond to questions pertaining to the budget and also discuss the state of the Indian economy with a panel of industry leaders as well as citizens.

  

The panelists include

Jahangir Aziz, senior Asia economist and India chief economist, J.P.Morgan India Pvt. Ltd, Anand Mahindra, chairman and managing director of Mahindra and Mahindra Ltd and Amit Singhal, senior vice-president, Google Inc. During the conversation, selected participants will ask the minister questions.

   

What would you like to ask Mr. P. Chidambaram a question in the form of a video or as a comment about the Budget?

 

For a chance to hear him answer on air, leave your question in the comments at the

the Google India +Page at google.com/+GoogleIndia

 

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InConversation YouTube channel (www.youtube.com/inconversation),

using the hashtag #askthefm, and be sure to tune in on Monday!

  

For a chance to question him in the form of a video please contact us:-

 

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( Only for Bangaloreans - we'll take care of the video recording+ publishing and for others cities we guide)

     

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Former S-21 prison guard Him Huy gives testimony before the Extraordinary Chambers in the Courts of Cambodia (the Khmer Rouge Tribunal) on 16 July 2009.

The photo can be used freely by media provided that the photo is credited "Courtesy of Extraordinary Chambers in the Courts of Cambodia". More info at www.eccc.gov.kh

Him: "Wearing that in the snow is wild"

Me: "Boy, hush, hurry up and take this pic"

Him: - Reaches for the phone in his pocket as he rolls his eyes and focuses the camera on his pretty muse - "Pose for me, baby"

Me: "Thanks, baby, now come warm me up.."

 

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"Sillä onko toista suurta kansaa, jonka jumalat ovat sitä niin lähellä, kuin Herra, meidän Jumalamme, on lähellä meitä, niin usein kuin me häntä rukoilemme?"

 

"Ty vilket annat stort folk finnes, vars gudar äro det så nära som HERREN, vår Gud, är oss, så ofta vi åkalla honom?"

 

"For what great nation is there, that has a god so near to them, as Yahweh our God is whenever we call on him?"

 

Deu. 4:7

 

Skogstorp Eskilstuna

I can't take any credit for this image, the source images were taken straight from this tutorial, though I changed the concept a little www.tutzor.com/index.php/2008/08/designing-a-war-movie-po...

soldier www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=view&id=912717

background www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=view&id=1047566

i remember he was trying to sing funeral of hearts whilst wearing this but had to take it off after the first verse as no sound got through

Mule Deer, Utah

Căn hộ Him Lam Chợ Lớn quận 6

Him Lam Chợ Lớn tọa lạc gần trung tâm Hành chính Quận 6, liền kề với khu dân cư hiện hữu, gần siêu thị Metro Bình Phú. Khu Căn hộ Him Lam Chợ Lớn

có một vị trí đắc địa, giao thông thuận tiện. Cách mặt tiền đường Hậu Giang khoảng 120m, cách khu vực Chợ Lớn khoảng 1,8 km, đại lộ Võ Văn Kiệt khoảng 1,6 km, Metro Bình Phú khoảng 1 km, công viên Bình Phú khoảng 1 km, bến xe Miền Tây 2,6 km, bến xe Chợ Lớn 2,2 km… Một vị trí đắc địa và thuận lợi cho việc đi lại của cộng đồng cư dân tại nơi đây.

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Căn hộ Him Lam Chợ Lớn Quận 6

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Quy mô dự án Him Lam Chợ Lớn

- Tổng diện tích của dự án : 4.08 hecta

+ Đất ở: 22.348 m2 (chiếm 54,76%)

+ Đất cây xanh-TDTT: 4.052 m2 (chiếm 9,93%)

+ Đất giao thông vỉa hè: 9.910 m2 (chiếm 24,28%)

+ Đất công trình công cộng: 4.500 m2 (chiếm 11,03%)

 

- Nhà ở: gồm 1.468 căn toàn bộ là căn hộ cao cấp , trong đó:

+ 01 Khối tái định cư lô A: cao 11 tầng, gồm 60 căn hộ với diện tích 63 -68 m2

+ 04 Khối thương mại lô C1, C4, B1, B4: cao 21 tầng, gồm 640 căn hộ với diện tích 98 - 105,5 m2

+ 04 Khối thương mại lô C2, C3, B2, B3: cao 25 tầng, gồm 768 căn hộ với diện tích 98 - 105,5 m2

 

- Công viên cây xanh – thể dục thể thao: Diện tích 4.052 m2

 

- Công trình công cộng: Trường tiểu học với diện tích 4.500 m2 cao 3 tầng.

 

- Giao thông:

+ Tuyến đường Chợ Lớn nối dài: Lộ giới 20m

+ Tuyến đường nội bộ: Lộ giới 12m - 16 m

 

Căn hộ - tiện ích tại khu Căn hộ Him Lam Quận 6

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Khu căn hộ Căn hộ Him Lam Chợ Lớn được bố trí từ tầng 1 trở lên. Mỗi tầng có 8 căn hộ và tổng số căn hộ là 1.408 căn được chia thành 2 loại diện tích 100m2 và 105m2. Ngoài ra, các căn Penthouse có sân vườn với diện tích 230m2 – 260m2 được bố trí các tầng 20 – 21 và 24 – 25.

Khu thương mại, sinh hoạt cộng đồng được bố trí ở tầng trệt.

 

Căn hộ Him Lam Quận 6 bao gồm đủ các tiện ích:

 

- Phòng tập thể dục thể thao, GYM

- Nhà trẻ

- Trung tâm thương mại, Siêu thị

- 2 tầng hầm để xe phục vụ triệt để chỗ để xe cho cư dân.

- Trung tâm y tế, dịch vụ chăm sóc sức khỏe

- Hệ thống cây xanh

- Phòng sinh hoạt cộng đồng phục vụ Lễ, tiệc cho cư dân

- Hệ thống xử lý rác riêng biệt

- Hệ thống gas trung tâm

- Hệ thống truyền hình cáp, ADSL… được lắp đặt ở từng căn hộ

 

căn hộ Him Lam Chợ Lớn Q6 liền kề với các tiện ích

 

- Siêu thị Metro Bình Phú: 1 km

- Kết nối Đại Lộ Võ Văn Kiệt một cách nhanh chóng: 1,6 km

- Bệnh viện Triều An: 2,6 km

- Bệnh viện Quận 6: 0,3 km

- Bến xe Miền Tây: 2,6 km

- Bến xe Chợ Lớn: 2,2 km

- Coop- Mart Phú Lâm: 1 km

- Coop- Mart Hậu Giang: 1,2 km

- Chợ Bình Tây (Chợ Lớn): 1,9 km

 

Tiến độ dự án Căn hộ HimLam Chợ Lớn Quận 6

 

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