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Our memory is a landscape, our bodies are its map. We can trace lines with our fingers that will take us down roads, we can find markings that symbolize a monument in our past; these are our scars.
For a series on mapping, I took to photographing the physical and psychological impression scars leave on a person. The ambiguity of the physical in the photograph is to pair with the ambiguity of the quote, not depicting the incident or injury, but acting as a brief view into the human psyche. Rather than romanticized and sensationalized, the photographs are gritty depictions of gritty truths.
The series Memory Markings has been made into a limited edition book which can be bought at Toronto's Gladstone Hotel briefly.
MUA/Fire Performer: Memory
Lighting: twin speed lights in a 46 inch gridded umbrella soft box left, single speed light in an Apollo 28x28 soft box right, and a snooted speed light firing along the brick wall for accent.
We have a number of paintings and lots of memories from when we had our Florida home ~ thankfully we still go back and forward and hopefully we will be there in the not too distant future!!
Flickr Lounge ~ Weekly Theme (Week 50) ~ Memorabilia ...
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My brother and sister gave me this rose in a pot in memory of my late husband. The first bloom came well ahead of the usual flowering season.
'Memory' by Humphrey King & Zzzero-X / contians elements of 'ArtFan07' by uvw916a www.flickr.com/photos/25023895@N02/7205794132/
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
~ Ralph Acosta
You left me lost and broken,
I still can’t find my way.
Months have passed real slowly,
But it’s harder every day.
I will never forget you,
Though we are far apart,
I miss you so much,
And love you with all my heart.
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As the nights start to get longer and you can feel a chill in the air the scorching heat of the summer seems a distant memory.
Rückseite: "Zum Andenken von Ihrer Kollegin Rosa Mayrhofer. München."
Riverse Side: "In memory from your colleague Rosa Mayrhofer. Munich."
When I was young, we would go to the Summer Fair at Hythe ... one year I even won a goldfish (not so PC today) ... and a staple treat was to have a toffee apple. This evening I had a second attempt at Tarte Tatin, which should be like a loose toffee apple spread across buttery puff pastry. The main problem (apart from remembering that everything, including the pan handle is oven hot) is turning it out - the tart is cooked 'upside down'. This one was a tiny bit wet and so the apples slid a little as I turned it, but I can live with that. It's a lovely way to use the remains of the garden apples - Cox's Orange Pippin. They're sweet anyway, so we'll have some crème fraîche for balance.
nikon FE2
kodak portra 400
nikkor AI-s 18mm f/3.5
Aug. 2014
processed and scanned at Nation Photo, Paris
Mandore (Hindi: मंडोर), is a town located 9 km north of Jodhpur city, in the Indian state of Rajasthan.
HISTORY
Mandore is an ancient town, and was the seat of the Mandorva branch of the Gurjar -Pratihara dynasty which ruled the region in the 6th century AD by King Nahar Rao Panwar.[citation needed] In 1395 AD, a Mohil princess of the Parihar rulers of Mandore married Chundaji, scion of the Rathore clan of Kshstriyas. This was during the era of rapid ascendency of the Rathore clan, and Chundaji received Mandore in dowry.[citation needed] The town remained the seat of the Rathore clan until 1459 AD, when Rao Jodha, a Rathore chief who united the surrounding region under his rule, shifted his capital to the newly founded city of Jodhpur.
Mandore was the capital of the erstwhile princely state of Marwar (Jodhpur State), before moving to Mehrangarh Fort in Jodhpur.
MONUMENTS
The historic town boasts several monuments. The now ruined Mandore fort, with its thick walls and substantial size, was built in several stages and was once a fine piece of architecture. A huge, now ruined temple is a highlight of the fort. The outer wall of the temple depicts finely carved botanical designs, birds, animals and planets.
The 'Mandore gardens', with its charming collection of temples and memorials, and its high rock terraces, is another major attraction. The gardens house the Chhatris (cenotaphs) of many rulers of Jodhpur state. Prominent among them is the chhatri of Maharaja Ajit Singh, built in 1793.
The Mandore Gardens also house a government museum, a 'Hall of Heroes' and a Hindu temple to 33 crore gods. Various artefacts and statues found in the area are housed at the museum. The 'Hall of Heroes' commemorates popular folk heroes of the region. It contains 16 figures carved out of a single rock. Next door is a larger hall called "The temple of 33 crore gods" which houses images of various Hindu deities.
FAIRS AND FESTIVALS
The Rao Festival
Hariyali Amavasya
Naag Panchami
Veerpuri Mela
BhogiShell Parikrama
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A cenotaph is an "empty tomb" or a monument erected in honour of a person or group of people whose remains are elsewhere. It can also be the initial tomb for a person who has since been reinterred elsewhere. The word derives from the Greek: κενοτάφιον = kenotaphion (kenos, one meaning being "empty", and taphos, "tomb"). Although the vast majority of cenotaphs honour individuals, many noted cenotaphs are instead dedicated to the memories of groups of individuals, such as the lost soldiers of a country or of an empire.
HISTORY
Cenotaphs were common in the ancient world with many built in Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece and across Northern Europe (in the shape of Neolithic barrows).
Sir Edwin Lutyens' cenotaph in Whitehall, London influenced the design of many other war memorials in Britain and the British sectors of the Western Front, as well as those in other Commonwealth nations.
The Church of Santa Engrácia, in Lisbon, Portugal, turned into a National Pantheon since 1966, holds six cenotaphs, namely to Luís de Camões, Pedro Álvares Cabral, Afonso de Albuquerque, Nuno Álvares Pereira, Vasco da Gama and Henry the Navigator.
The Basilica di Santa Croce in Florence, Italy, contains a number of cenotaphs including one for Dante Alighieri,who is buried in Ravenna.
CHHATRIS
In India, cenotaphs are a basic element of Hindu architecture, later used by Moghuls as seen in most of the mausoleums of Mughal Emperors which have two burial chambers, the upper one with a cenotaph, as in Humayun's Tomb, Delhi, or the Taj Mahal, Agra, while the real tomb often lies exactly below it, or further removed. The Chhatri(s) trace their origin at 2000 years ago at Fort Kangara. The term chhatri, used for these canopylike structures, comes from Hindustani word literally meaning umbrella, and are found throughout the northwestern region of Rajasthan as well as in Madhya Pradesh and Maharashtra. In the Shekhawati region of Rajasthan, chhatris are built on the cremation sites of wealthy or distinguished individuals. Chhatris in Shekhawati may consist of a simple structure of one dome raised by four pillars to a building containing many domes and a basement with several rooms. In some places, the interior of the chhatri is painted in the same manner as the Haveli.
Chhatris are elevated, dome-shaped pavilions used as an element in Indian architecture. Chhatris are commonly used to depict the elements of pride and honor in the Jat, Maratha and Rajput architecture. They are widely used, in palaces, in forts, or to demarcate funerary sites. Originating in Rajasthani architecture where they were memorials for kings and royalty, they were later adapted as a standard feature in all buildings in Maratha ruled states, Rajasthan, and most importantly in Mughal architecture. They are today seen on its finest monuments, Humayun's Tomb in Delhi and the Taj Mahal in Agra. Chhatris are basic element of Hindu as well as Mughal architecture. The term "chhatri" (Hindi: छतरी) means umbrella or canopy.
In the Shekhawati region of Rajasthan, chhatris are built on the cremation sites of wealthy or distinguished individuals. Chhatris in Shekhawati may consist of a simple structure of one dome raised by four pillars to a building containing many domes and a basement with several rooms. In some places, the interior of the chhatris is painted in the same manner as the Havelis (Mansions) of the region.
IN RAJASTHAN
Many other chhatris exist in other parts of Rajasthan. Their locations include:
- Jaipur - Gaitore Cenotaphs of the Maharajas of Jaipur. Set in a narrow valley, the cenotaphs of the former rulers of Jaipur consist of the somewhat typical chhatri or umbrella-shaped memorials. Sawai Jai Singh II's Chhatri is particularly noteworthy because of the carvings that have been used to embellish it.
- Jodhpur - White marble Chhatri of Maharaja Jaswant Singh II
- Bharatpur- the cenotaphs of the members of the Jat royal family of Bharatpur, who perished whilst fighting against the British in 1825, are erected in the town of Govardhan. The chhatri of Maharaja Suraj Mal of Bharatpur has fine frescos illuminating the life of Surajmal, vividly depicting darbar and hunting scenes, royal processions and wars.
- Udaipur, Rajasthan-. Flanked by a row of enormous stone elephants, the Lake Pichola island has an impressive chhatri carved from gray blue stone, built by Maharana Jagat Singh.
- Haldighati - a beautiful Chhatri with white marble columns, dedicated to Rana Pratap, stands here. The cenotaph dedicated to Chetak, Rana Pratap's famous horse, is also noteworthy.
- Alwar - Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri is a beautiful red sandstone and white marble cenotaph of the rulers of Alwar.
- Bundi - Suraj Chhatri and Mordi Ki Chhatri, Chaurasi Khambon ki Chhatri, Bundi and Nath Ji ki Chhatri are located in Bundi. Rani Shyam Kumari wife of Raja Chhatrasal on the northern hill constructed the Suraj Chhatri and Mayuri the second wife of Chhatrasal on the southern hill erected Mordi Ki Chhatri.
- Jaisalmer - Bada Bagh, a complex with chhatris of Jai Singh II (d. 1743) and subsequent Maharajas of Jaisalmer.
- Bikaner - Devi Kund near Bikaner is the royal crematorium place with a number of cenotaphs. The chhatri of Maharaja Surat Singh is most imposing. It has the spectacular Rajput paintings on the ceilings.
- Ramgarh - Seth Ram Gopal Poddar Chhatri
- Nagaur - Nath Ji ki Chhatri, Amar Singh Rathore-ki-Chhatri
IN SHEKHAWATI
Some of the best-known chhatris in the Shekhawati region of Rajasthan are located at the following cities and towns:
- Ramgarh - Ram Gopal Poddar Chhatri (Ram Gopal Poddar Chhatri )
- Bissau - The Raj ki Chhatri of the Shekhawat Thakurs
- Parsurampura - Thakur Sardul Singh Shekhawat's chhatri
- Kirori - Chhatri of Raja Todarmal (Ruler of Udaipurwati)
- Jhunjhunu - Chhatri of Shekhawat Rulers
- Dundlod - The beautiful chhatri of Ram Dutt Goenka
- Mukungarh - Shivdutta Ganeriwala Chhatri
- Churu - Taknet Chhatri
- Mahansar - The Sahaj Ram Poddar Chhatri
- Udaipurwati - Joki Das Shah ki Chhatri
- Fatehpur - Jagan Nath Singhania Chhatri
IN MADHYA PRADESH
The region of Madhya Pradesh is the site of several other notable chhatris of its famous Maratha rulers:
- Shujalpur - Tomb Of Ranoji Scindia, Founder Of Scindia Dynasty. Situated At Ranoganj, Shujalpur To Akodia Road.
- Shivpuri - Intricately embellished marble chhatris erected by the Scindia rulers in Shivpuri.
- Gwalior - Shrimati Balabai Maharaj Ladojirao Shitole Chhatri
- Gwalior - Rajrajendra Ramchandrarao Narsingh Shitole and wife Gunwantyaraje Ramchandrarao Shitole (princess of Gwalior)Chatri
- Orchha - Elaborate chhatris of local Hindu kings are not popular tourist attraction
- Gohad - The Jat rulers of Gohad constructed the chhatri of Maharaja Bhim Singh Rana on the Gwalior Fort.
- Indore and Maheshwar - Chhatris of Holkar rulers.
- Alampur - Maharani Ahilya Bai Holkar built the chhatri of Malhar Rao Holkar at Alampur in Bhind district in 1766 A.D.
IN KUTCH
Chhatris can also be found in the outskirts of Bhuj city belonging mainly to Jadeja rulers of Kutch. The chhatri of Rao Lakhpatji is very famous for its intricate designs & carvings. Most of them but have been destroyed in the earthquake of 26 January 2000. The restoration work is going on.
OUTSIDE INDIA
There are two notable chhatris in the United Kingdom, a country with strong historical links to India. One is a cenotaph in Brighton, dedicated to the Indian soldiers who died in the First World War. The other is in Arnos Vale Cemetery near Bristol and is a memorial to the distinguished Indian reformer Ram Mohan Roy, who died in the city.
WIKIPEDIA
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It seems like yesterday. That is my daughter in the summer of 2012. She turned 18 recently; she graduates from high school in a few weeks, and heads off to college in August. Those are her older brothers in the picture.
Taken with my Canon EOS Rebel T1i and the kit 18-55mm lens at 22mm f/6.3 and 1/80th of a second (ISO 100).
Dang I wish I could recreate this look in photoshop...I guess you can call this a REAL instagram LOL! Have yet to find a retro or vintage action that can recreate such a look. Anyhow, there are a lot of memories in this photo. The first is the station wagon. A Ford Torino that my mom loved. And, I learned about street racing in. The flowering peach tree. the rose bush under the window. And well, the house I grew up in.
I will start with the car. It was utilitarian that's for sure. Held lots of groceries, carried newspapers stacked in the back from top to bottom, front to rear, to the recycling plant or to our school newspaper drives. Anyone remember those? Parents would drop off bags (brown paper grocery bags usually) that held neatly stacked newspapers they had been saving up. The newspapers were then unloaded in front of the school where each class had its 'space' marked off. At the end of the day, when the recycler would come to pick em all up, we would find out which classroom had the most newspapers. That class would win popsicles as a prize.
Okay, so the street racing part...yea that was fun! Back in the day, we didn't wear seatbelts, we didn't have child safety seats (well none that would actually save a child in a crash. But then again most cars were the size of boats and made of metal too). Mom and I would be sitting at a stoplight on a straight away and a car would pull up next to us. I learned that if a car next to you revs its engine, the next thing to happen was mom saying (without moving her lips...) "hold on!". Next thing I knew we were hauling ass thru the green light and the car that had dared to challenge the 'ol lady in the station wagon' would be left behind wondering what just happened. I can still remember being sucked back in the seat as she hit the gas pedal and bolted forward squealing a tire or two. She never got a ticket and she never lost :).
Another memory about the car, the back seat folded down extended the cargo area quite a bit (which is why it held a lot of groceries and newspapers). She would fold the back seat down and I'd get to ride in the back. Sometimes my nephew, who was a few years younger than me would go along because mom babysat for him a lot. Well, my mom knew all the corners, all the hills, all the pothole pitted streets, and the winding roads around town. And yes, brake checks at stoplights and signs were mandatory. LOL we would slip and slide all over the back of that car because the cargo area was metal and had a colored texture to it...but I think that was just for looks. It was a blast! Flipping back from a sitting position and ending up with your feet in the air and your head smacking that metal 'floor' was a given. It was even more fun if she had just cleaned the car because the back would be wiped down with a rag and armorall. Don't know what she was thinking, I mean who armorall's metal? But going for a slip and slide ride around town was awesome!
The flowering peach tree. Every year mom would look forward to it blooming beautiful pink blossoms. It was usually around Easter time. It didn't bear edible fruit, but she didn't care. She always stood admiring her tree with a smile on her face and always told me how much she loved that thing. It really was pretty. Small as it was, it managed to hold a small tree house. She wasn't exactly happy about nails in her tree, but she let us keep it. Damage was done after all, why not I guess. The tree eventually got a bug and had to be removed. I think she cried when that happened, I do know she never replaced the tree. I also know many Easter Day photos were taken with the tree in full bloom.
The rose bush. Another item my mother adored. I don't know where it came from, when it was actually planted, or any other back story. I can only tell you what I personally remember. It produced beautiful large red roses. She took very good care of it, fertilizer, water, pruning, etc. And of course the pride and happiness that always showed on her face when it bore big red blooms. After many years it turned sort of wild, looked different, looked um well, old. But still gave a show with red blooms. Not as large but still pretty. Each year we thought would be the bush's last because its roses were becoming less and less frequent and were smaller and smaller. Yet, the plant held on.
After I had children the rose bush was still there trying its best to be pretty next to the newer roses that had been planted. None of us had the heart to remove the bush and it became a joke that it was so old it forgot how to die. Well, one afternoon, my mom and I pulled into the driveway and we both looked at the rosebush, which had produced several roses just days before, and then looked at each other. It was laying on its side like a fallen tree. A surreal scene that neither of us had words for at the moment. We got out of the car and went to see what was wrong. The rose bush, gallant and gracious as it was with its few green leaves and handful of small rosebuds, had succumbed to a gopher eating its roots. It had to be a good 30 years old when that happened. Mother was bummed and I let her deal with her rose bush...feeling we should bury it or something. The other roses that had been planted I believe were also gopher grub. None were ever replaced.
the house I grew up in. It remains in the family, has been updated, and used to bear the marks of a childs growth on a door frame inside. Lots of birthdays, Holidays, memories and moments were shared in that house. The good, the bad, the in between. It's the nest we all eventually left.
so there you have it. A handful of memories in a snapshot....life frozen in time.
i have a cold, so i'm not spending as much time on my photos as i should.
anyway, my camera ate my memory card, and i had another broken one lying around, so i figured i'd just shoot them and get it over with. :)
The Dell Children's Hospital is built on one corner of the former Robert Mueller Airport. This is the colorful children's play area -- its actually a maze of concentric circles. This view is looking through some of the portholes. June 1, 2007.
Copyright 2007, Steve Hopson.
Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day
Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different jellicle life
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
Nov. 1, 2015: Memories 2013 In photogene cropped and used b&w high contrast preset. In stackables used soft blur. In photocopier used van gogh sonnenblumen color 0, grain 30, texture 30. In ArtistaImpresso used center detail. In TangledFX used sharpening preset. In Formulas used pestilence 100%. Back in photogene desaturated -.60. In Formulas used aeolian border 15 width.
This could be (*) the original wooden cross placed at the head of the grave of James Clutterbuck, before the introduction of the IWGC headstone.
It hangs on the wall of the church of St Nicholas of Myra at Ozleworth, Gloucestershire.
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R. I. P.
Royal Flying Corps
Killed in Action
25/6/17
"Second Lieutenant JAMES EDWARD POWER-CLUTTERBUCK, Royal Field Artillery, attached R.F.C., killed in action, was the son of Mrs Power-Clutterbuck of Newark park, Gloucestershire, lady of the manor of Ozleworth ... Flight Global
At around 6.40pm on Monday 25th June 1917, he was flying in a plane being piloted by Lieutenant Leslie Bowman, near Le Bizet, France, (as the observer/gunner, probably spotting enemy positions for the artillery) when they were attacked and shot down. Both men were killed.
Their plane, a Royal Aircraft Factory R.E.8, was the 56th victim of 'The Red Baron', Manfed von Richthofen, commander of fighter wing JG 1 (Jagdgeschwader I).
"Karl Allmenröder ... watched for intruders while his commander (Richthofen) dived on R.E.8 A3847 of No. 53 Squadron, and at 17.35 sent it crashing down into the trenches near Le Bizet" (The Red Baron: Beyond the Legend - Peter Kilduff 1994)
(Note: German time was one hour ahead of British time which probably accounts for the different times given above)
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* There is a similar cross on the wall of Elmore church, Gloucestershire. The guide book there states that the cross in that church was a replica, placed by a grieving mother.
There is nothing in (my copy of) the guide book of Olzleworth church to confirm one way or the other.
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A note on the the Newark Park estate:
It "sits at the southern end of the Cotswold escarpment overlooking the unspoilt Ozleworth valley. The estate comprises the Mansion House, two farms, eight cottages and some 700 acres. It was given to the National Trust … in 1949 by Mrs Power-Clutterbuck in memory of her son James Edward Power-Clutterbuck who was killed in the First World War. The Clutterbuck family acquired the property in 1769."
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On World War 1 Memorials
"The traditional social means of coping with death had been suppressed, and war memorials and monuments emerged as new rituals of mourning. War memorials in various communities began to give voice to the feelings of grief and to acknowledge the losses of the war. Memorials and remembrance ceremonies were state organized mourning rituals, but they were publicly fuelled. After the war, then, the bereaved demanded that the nation provide ceremonies and shrines to assure them that their losses had not been forgotten."
Rituals of Mourning: Bereavement, Grief and Mourning in the First World War:
Christine Bourchier
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"The commissioning of memorials occurred through a wide range of national and local institutions, reflecting local political traditions; funding was similarly disparate, with most countries relying heavily on local charitable contributions to cover the costs of construction. War cemeteries and memorials to particularly significant battles, however, were typically centrally controlled and funded by the state. The war encouraged the creation of new forms of memorial. Lists of memorial names, reflecting the huge scale of the losses, were a common feature, while Tombs of the Unknown Soldier containing a selected, unidentified body, and empty cenotaph monuments commemorated the numerous unidentifiable corpses and those servicemen whose bodies were never found."
wikipedia article
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"Those who died in the Hell of No-Man's-Land during attacks, would have lain where they fell until; there was a truce or the ground was taken - perforce left where they fell in both cases until the burial details of either side could reach the corpses safely or until the pitiful remains were either buried or blown to pieces by artillery bombardments."
What happened to the Soldiers in WW1 after they died? (Yahoo Answers)
"Often have I picked up the remains of a fine brave man on a shovel. Just a little heap of bones and maggots to be carried to the common burial place. Numerous bodies were found lying submerged in the water in shell holes and mine craters; bodies that seemed quite whole, but which became like huge masses of white, slimy chalk when we handled them. I shuddered as my hands, covered in soft flesh and slime, moved about in search of the disc, and I have had to pull bodies to pieces in order that they should not be buried unknown. It was very painful to have to bury the unknown."
Clearing the Dead (Peter E. Hodgkinson)
"They were often buried where they fell in action, or in a burial ground on or near the battlefield. A simple cross or marker might be put up to mark the location and give brief details of the individuals who had died."
War Graves (& Memorials) for WW1 Dead on The Western Front (The Great War 1914-1918)
"Grave registration in the field fell squarely on the shoulders of the unit Chaplains. They were responsible for filling out the proper form (AF W3314) that included the information about the grave, and forwarding to both the DADGR&E (Deputy Assistant Director of Graves Registration and Enquiries) and the DAGGHQ (Deputy Adjutant General, General Headquarters) 3rd Echelon. Information submitted included map references using the 1/40000 or 1/20000 trench maps, or detail descriptions of localities on the back of the form, in addition to the usually expected basics such as the man's name, unit etc. He was also responsible for the marking of the graves."
What happened to soldiers who died in the war? (The Long, Long Trail)
An official notification of death Bertie Huggins (First World War Poetry Archive)
A letter to a mother from a chaplain at the Stationery Hospital, far away from the front line, where a soldier died of his wounds (First World war Poetry Archive)
The Dead Man's Penny:
"The plaque was sent out to relatives in an On His Majesty's Service white envelope with a printed Official Paid stamp. Inside this outer envelope there was another white envelope with the Royal Crest embossed on the reverse enclosing a letter with a copy of King George V's signature. The letter was written as follows:
Buckingham Palace
I join my grateful people in
sending you this memorial of a
brave life given for others in the Great War.
George R.I."
Inside the outer envelope a cardboard envelope protected the bronze plaque.
The Next of Kin Memorial Plaque & Scroll (Great War web site)
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This page was created several years ago.
I have not yet had an opportunity to check all the links, but will do so as soon as possible.
5 Nov 2018
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Corridors of Our Memories
By David Harris
Down the corridors of our memories,
we stroll whenever we can,
finding snippets of our life left behind.
Loves that we wanted but lost,
heartaches that fell upon us
in those long ago days.
We stroll down the corridors
looking for things we forgot
finding little pockets
that we had forgotten about.
Little treasure that made our life full
now only a memory from a faraway hill
that we once climbed,
but will never climb again.
Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen
of people from our past never to be seen again.
All of them deposited along
the corridors of our memories
where we like to stroll along
every now and then.
(This snap is dedicated to someone who is the inspiration of my photography)
I snapped this pic using my Nokia N96 cell phone so that my daughter could see how she looked with the beach bike. She finally picked this one from several on May 19, 2009. Thieves stole her bicycle Feb. 17-19, 2010 from a locked garage and chained with Kryptonite cable lock.
Does anyone ever get that feeling when you listen to a song and you remember random memories linked to it, like everytime? I always remember going to Bournemouth when I hear Train's 'Save me, San Francisco' album and remember a random trip to Ikea when I hear 'Half of my Heart' or 'Who Says' by John Mayer. I find it really weird, but super cool. :-)
And I keep falling more in love with sunsets and the stories that they tell me, every single time.
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