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I've gone into my archives to find a photo of our daughter's beloved "Bear" who sadly left us today as he had developed a large tumor with untreatable complications.
I've never had much experience with cats, but fell in love with this guy who was always so photogenic! My heart is aching for my Michigan family, especially my granddaughters,
at this void in their young life. Ah, life's difficult journey begins.
I was deliberating about uploading this artwork for a couple of reasons. Number one (at the time) I was that thinking that most people would not appreciate the dark overtones of the background image in conjunction with the lace inside the border. To explain. The second reason was due to the fact that I had written to my friend, Pete Zarria www.flickr.com/people/toby_d1/ for permission to use his picture as the background for this rather bleak scene. Not having heard back from Pete which was unusual, I inquired once again. This is when I learned the sad news that Pete passed away from cancer on November 1 of 2023. Pete and I go “way back” with flickr and he will be sorely missed by me and the many followers he had during his long tenure on flickr. Pete was the “neon king”, meaning he recorded many, many pictures of neon signs from all around the country. May he rest in peace.
Pete’s original picture can be viewed here.
Hopefully people will not consider it in bad taste that I am incorporating Pete’s picture in this scene - a scene denoting a very trying time in American history, the Great Depression of 1929.
History of the great depression
The Great Depression began in 1929 when, in a period of ten weeks, stocks on the New York Stock Exchange lost 50 percent of their value. As stocks continued to fall during the early 1930s, businesses failed, and unemployment rose dramatically. By 1932, one of every four workers was unemployed. Banks failed and life savings were lost, leaving many Americans destitute. With no job and no savings, thousands of Americans lost their homes. The poor congregated in cardboard shacks in so-called Hoovervilles on the edges of cities across the nation; hundreds of thousands of the unemployed roamed the country on foot and in boxcars in futile search of jobs. Although few starved, hunger and malnutrition affected many.
In a country with abundant resources, the largest force of skilled labor, and the most productive industry in the world, many found it hard to understand why the depression had occurred and why it could not be resolved. Moreover, it was difficult for many to understand why people should go hungry in a country possessing huge food surpluses. Blaming Wall Street speculators, bankers, and the Hoover administration, the rumblings of discontent grew mightily in the early 1930s. By 1932, hunger marches and small riots were common throughout the nation.
However, not all citizens were caught up in the social eruptions. Many were too downtrodden or busy surviving day to day to get involved in public displays of discontent. Instead, they placed their hope and trust in the federal government, especially after the election of Franklin D. Roosevelt to the presidency in 1932.
Source: LIBRARY OF CONGRESS
The Car - 1930 Buick Series Series 60 Sport Roadster
.... Legendary British rock star David Bowie, who framed hits such as "Ziggy Stardust" with daringly androgynous displays of sexuality and glittering costumes, has died aged 69 after a secret battle with cancer. A chameleon and a visionary, Bowie straddled the worlds of hedonistic rock, fashion and drama for five decades, pushing the boundaries of music and his own sanity to produce some of the most innovative songs of his generation .... As a kid in the mid 1970s, I first heard of David Bowie via my brother, Dave & his good friend Stu Heydon. Stu's brother, Stacy Heyden, toured and recorded as lead guitarist & vocalist worldwide with David Bowie's band, from January 1976 to December 1980 .... VIDEO "Space Oddity".... youtu.be/iYYRH4apXDo
"Look Up"
If you look up you will see
The place where I wait for you
There's no more pain
No more misery.
I remember you crying
I remember your tears
And then I saw the Angels
They calmed all of my fears.
I know that you loved me
I know that you cared
But now it's time to move on
There's another life to share.
I'm sure we'll be together
I know we'll meet again
For now
Know that I am safe
I am loved
I am full of life again.
Written: 8/15/17
Photo of Jeremiah taken Feb 8, 2017
(Oct 15, 2005 - March 3, 2017)
Well, maybe not such a great view today but normally this is a magnificent view. This bench sits at the 3rd and 16th tees at St Nicholas Golf Club and is dedicated to a former member, who passed away a number of years ago. The bench has a little bronze plate dedicated to the passed member and is also titled "What A View." Today, Arran is just only visible but when you get ready to take your tee shot most everyone says to themselves or playing partner - what a view!!
Our Daily Challenge ~ BENCH .....
113 Pictures in 2013 #92 IN MEMORY .....
Thanks, in advance, to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
One of our favourite memories with our dogs Norman and Zoe. They both loved the beach. I have commisioned a wonderful artist to paint this for us, and I will post the piece in the new year when it is complete...
Seeing some of the pictures taken from the First World War, I find it hard to believe that its only 100 years ago.
Most cities towns and villages in the UK have a memorial to their own dead, but actually seeing one poppy for every British soldier killed in WWI for me really helps to drum in the scale of human loss, but of course there are the civilian casualties , the losses to our allies and those of the Germans and there allies, and not least all the wounded.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
~Mathew 11:25
Last evening, The Lord called my cousin Linda Home, ending her battle with Cancer. I will cherish each and every memory I have and be at peace knowing that she is at rest.
Temple of Time ~ MSD Tragedy ~ Ceremonial Fire
Coral Springs, Florida U.S.A. ~ May 19th, 2019
SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN ~ let the healing begin for our community - Temple of Time burn turns darkness into light -
helps release grief and pain
Dozens of cherished treasures and trinkets went up in flames last Sunday night when the Temple of Time was set ablaze in a dramatic ceremonial fire intended to transform darkness into light.
The temple, always meant to serve as a temporary place of mourning, was built to help heal a wounded community still tormented by the tragedy that unfolded at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School on Valentine's Day 2018.
An intricate work of art standing 35 feet high, the temple opened on February 14th, exactly one year after 17 people were killed and another 17 injured in the massacre at the Parkland school. It remained standing for a little over three months. Last Sunday, the temple was lit with torches by 17 people chosen to honor the 17 who were lost. It was a very touching, moving, historic city ceremony.
"The violence that shook our community did not break it," Coral Springs Mayor Scott Brooks said just before the lighting ceremony. "I urge you all to let go of something that has burdened you," Brooks told the crowd of about 8000 people. "And like the smoke from the temple, release it to the night sky."
As flames overtook the temple, a hush fell over the crowd. For 20 minutes, flames crackled at the wooden temple. But before it could burn to the ground, to keep our community safe, the fire was extinguished due to wind conditions that sent embers flying to the west.
The man who designed and built the temple, California artist David Best, flew into town to watch it burn. Best named his latest work the Temple of Time because he expects it will take the community many, many years for the community to heal from the mass shooting. Best did not build the temple alone. He had help from a 24-person crew and dozens of people from our community.
The temple was built to give people a place to gather, reflect and leave behind their grief and pain, Best said. The burn was intended to help release that pain and transform it. Some have questioned why anyone would burn such a beautiful and intricate work of art. To begin anew and to help take away the pain and the horror, you've got to burn it.
Before the burn, hundreds of visitors came for a final look last Sunday. And over the past three months, the temple has drawn thousands of visitors who came to reflect and remember. A million sparks flew into the night, and no one was there alone.
On Remembrance Day, I am thinking of my grandfather, after whom I am named, whose troop ship was torpedoed on the way from Canada to Europe during World War II. He spent a year recuperating in hospital in England. His injuries contributed to an early death when I was a toddler, so I never really knew him. I am thinking of him and of all those everywhere who sacrificed their lives to fight tyranny. Thanks Grandpa.
Bridge Called Love
It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.
And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.
Author Unknown
Our love and prayers are with you and yours
.... If you remember the 1970s, then you also remember how influential and entertaining Mary Tyler Moore was on 'The Mary Tyler Moore Show' I know my family never missed an episode, Saturday nights on CBS .... Youtube Video .... Opening title to 'The Mary Tyler Moore Show' .... youtu.be/Z1GC6yXZ4e4 .... Mary Tyler Moore (December 29, 1936 – January 25, 2017) was an American actress, known for her roles in the television sitcoms 'The Mary Tyler Moore Show' (1970–1977) in which she starred as Mary Richards, a thirty-something single woman who worked as a local news producer in Minneapolis and 'The Dick Van Dyke Show' (1961–1966), in which she played Laura Petrie, a former dancer turned Westchester homemaker, wife and mother. Her notable film work includes 1967's 'Thoroughly Modern Millie' and 1980's 'Ordinary People', in which she played a role that was very different from the television characters she had portrayed, and for which she was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actress ....
You are never forgotten!
Terrible rainy day today a sad reminder what took place on that horrific day,
Today on our radio and televisions they say the names of all the innocent people that
lost their lives, and each one of the announcers had someone in their life cut down
by this unthinkable act of terror,
The whole thing didn't make sense then and after 8 years it is still a puzzle to me,
How can so few kill so many innocent people when many of those people were
the same as them and from the same country,
The beam is from the world trade center
Hoy estoy triste, estoy triste por la muerte de un hombre .. de el estoy enamorada desde los ..... 10 años aproximadamente, la primera vez que lo vi , fue en el verano del 1991 y quede prendada como una tonta, el era un bailarin y yo soñaba con ser su bailarina ....
Hoy 18 años despues, una parte de mi se va con el...
siempre te recordare...
Mi pequeño homenaje para Patrick Swayze .
you are like the wind
This Rose is around 50 years Old. My mother planted it in the garden where I grew up. We lived on a corner and next to the local milk bar and fish and chip shop. Some of my strongest memories are of my mother, in the garden, pruning the roses. She would be out there for hours, with not a lot of gardening going on as everyone stopped to chat on their way past to the shops, or to post a letter in the big red post box that stood out the front of our home. These chats would often end around the kitchen table over a coffee. It was a time when you knew everyone in your neighbourhood and we all looked out for each other.
My dad hung on till my 21st birthday and died the day after. Mum died almost 3 years later. Both of cancer. My brother and I were still living at home. We were really still kids. We had to heart -breakingly sell the family home.
On the weekend, almost 30 years after we sold it, our old family home that held so many memories was demolished to make way for something bigger and brighter. A series of weird co-incidences led me to the house during the week, where it sat empty. I was able to walk through it and say my goodbyes. It’s true what they say about everything looking so much bigger when you are a child. It felt nothing like the lively home I grew up in that held all the love, laughter and dramas that accompany the raising of 3 children. The people that bought the home from us had virtually done nothing to it in all that time. Even the stain on the carpet where dad spilt the paint one Christmas Eve was still there.
On Saturday, my husband drove past to find the house already half rubble. He approached the workers and asked for the owner’s number. He then rang and told him of our circumstances and asked if he could dig up the roses, standing tall amongst the weeds, neglected but still flowering. The owner was kind enough to say yes. My brother, sister and I met at the house while my husband dug up the roses in the pouring rain. We will each have one in our own gardens.
We planted this rose in my front garden on Sunday evening. It still gives off the same, sweet scent it did all those years ago and takes me straight back to my mother.
We Will Never Forget.
I was lucky enough to get a special tour of the Pentagon the other day. This was taken inside the chapel they have set up at the crash site.
London: 7th July 2005.
For those lost and those who were left behind.
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EXPLORE #50.MARCH 07,2009
“You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him only that he is gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”
In Memory of Francis Magalona 1964 - 2009
Actor, Singer, Composer, TV host, husband, father and Flickrite
I took this lovely daffodil as the sun shone through the petals for a wonderful back lit effect. All the daffodils are everywhere now in full bloom. One can hardly get enough shots, as they have such vivid colours.
I also dedicate this photo to the memory of my dear sister-in-law who passed away in hospital last night on the eve of her husband's 89th birthday on April 10th. I hope she is at peace now after a lengthy illness. RIP, dear Margaret, after 65 years of marriage and at the ripe age of 88. I hope that she too saw the light as her soul went ever upwards.
NB: I will attend MEMORIAL SERVICES in Montreal but will continue awarding from there.
The HMAS Rankin s the final of the six Collins Class submarines to enter service in the Royal Australian Navy. The crew of HMAS Rankin participated in the Fremantle ANZAC Day Parade in 2023.
My son regularly buys yellow roses in memory of his late wife. They were her favourites, and are a constant tribute to her.
Later today we visited David Austin Roses. She love visiting whenever she was in the U.K. so today held many memories for us both.
I hope that this is not an inappropriate memorial.
Christmas 2009 my niece received a Fuji camera as a combined Christmas/birthday present. On the 28th. Aislinn and myself spent the day photographing the city of Brussels at random and she photographed this little yellow car because it is what she wanted for for her 21st birthday. I kept a copy of some of the photographs that she took and this was one of them. That evening she joined the Flickr community, because she was planning to take lots of photographs.
Late in the afternoon we visited a very nice restaurant and I had a long discussion with Aislinn. Even then she was aware,because of a serious illness,that it was unlikely that she would survive until her 30th. birthday but despite that she was very happy with her life. That evening, partly because of our discussion, I decided that I would retire within the next twelve months.
I was about to turn 60 on New Years day and It was the best Christmas that I ever had.
Aislinn never got the car as she did not complete her 20th. year. She passed away yesterday after a long illness but I will always remember her and that wonderful Christmas in Brussels.
The Port Sunlight War Memorial stands in a central position in the model village of Port Sunlight, Wirral, Merseyside, England. The founder of the village and employer of its residents, William Lever, was anxious to have a memorial to commemorate those of his workers who had been lost in the First World War. As early as 1916 he commissioned Goscombe John to design a war memorial, which was completed and unveiled in 1921 by two of his employees. It consists of a granite runic cross with bronze statues and reliefs and has the theme "Defence of the Realm". On the memorial are the names of all of the company's employees who died as a result of both World Wars.
Macro Mondays :: This, I Love :: 9.2.15
A candle lit for someone I love.
Catch up on my 215 in 2015 journey.
Our thoughts are with the families of the two hostage victims killed yesterday by a radical gunman in Martin Place in Sydney.
The gunman should not have been walking the streets. He came to Australia as a so called refugee and was known to Police. He was on bail for serious matters: more than 40 sexual assault charges involving seven alleged victims; and as an accessory to the murder of his former partner. He was also convicted of sending offensive letters he wrote to families of dead Australian soldiers
Huge crowds continue to gather at this spot on Clapham Common
There was huge criticism of what occurred last night, as the ‘peaceful vigil’ descended into disarray, with the heavy-handed police response amid considerable police violence.
There will be an independent review of what happened.
2017 december 19th
in memory of the victims
Anna Bagratuni
Georgiy Bagratuni
Sebastian Berlin
Nada Cizmar
Fabrizia Di Lorenzo
Dalia Elyakim
Christoph Herrlich
Klaus Jacob
Angelika Klösters
Dorit Krebs
Lukasz Urban
Peter Völker
und für die vielen Verletzten.....
In memory of my college friend Pam who died from breast cancer many years ago. Also as a celebration for my college friend Geraldine who survived.
Flower from my garden, texture my own.
Just to remember my dear Davide that has already gone on June 2012.
My love for cats began when I helped his mother to give birth.
This shot was taken on May 2009.
I'm trying to catch up. We have a very hard work here in this period and I'm late with the comments. Sorry, my dear Flickr Friends.
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A repainted Princess in tribute to Carrie Fisher. A true force in life who left an indelible mark upon me from her work in Star Wars. May the force forever be with you Carrie.
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Our thoughts and prayers are with those on board the Malaysia Airlines airplane lost over Ukrainian airspace, as well as their families and loved ones.
Read more: www.smh.com.au/business/aviation/malaysia-airlines-plane-...
295 DEAD. 27 Australians, 154 Dutch ,23 Malaysian, 11 Indonesians 6 from the UK
This past Friday, March 3rd (2017), we had to make the decision to put Jeremiah to sleep.
That morning he vomited blood several times. We rushed him to the Vet. They ran a few more test (different from the ones in January when he was hospitalized). We were told that he had Invasive Gastrointestinal Cancer and that he would only get worse. They said that they could try giving him pain medication but that they couldn't guarantee how well it would work. There was nothing that they could do for the cancer. They said that this type of cancer was very aggressive which is why he had been so sick the past few months and losing weight.
We had been in the process of changing his dry food which we thought would help the Irritable Bowel Disease (he and his brother Joshua were diagnosed with IBD when they were kittens). Apparently it was not just the IBD that was causing all of the problems.
We wrongly thought that since there were a few days that he played for a few minutes at a time and was again laying upside down on his back that he was doing better. Of course over the past few month's we could see that most of the time he was not feeling good.
It's definitely been a rough few day's. We certainly didn't think that we would be taking him to the Vet for the last time.
The house is very quite now. No meowing. No purring. Jeremiah used to lick my cheek each morning to wake me up to feed him. He would meow from the bathroom when he wanted the water faucet turned on. When I washed my hair under the bathtub faucet he would jump in the tub to play in the water. If I was on the computer and he wanted attention he would sit right in front of it. He also seemed to like to watch many of our furry Flickr friends on video.
Since I am unable to work we were together 24 hours a day. When his brother Joshua passed away 16 months ago he took over Joshua's role as being my "guardian". I feel pretty lost right now without him. It's really unbearable to look around and not see him.... or to see that big fluffy tail of his enter the room like it had an entity of it's own. He is missed more than we can say.
Thank you all so much for praying for him in the past when I asked for prayers. I do appreciate it more than you know. And thank you for taking the time to look at, fav and comment on his pictures. All of "our" kitties are very special and I know that we all enjoy sharing little pieces of their lives. Thank you for letting me do that with you.
The west window in Iffley Church is in memory of Bartholomew Eliot George Warburton (1810–1852), usually known as Eliot Warburton. He was an Irish traveller and novelist, born near Tullamore, Ireland. In 1852 he was sent by the Atlantic and Pacific Junction Company to explore the isthmus of Darién and to negotiate friendly relations between the company and the local Indian tribes. He sailed on this mission aboard the steamship RMS Amazon, and died along with about 110 other passengers and crew when the Amazon caught fire and sank on 4 January 1852 in the Bay of Biscay.