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"The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten."
Cesare Pavese (1908-1950), Italian poet, novelist
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Rückseite: "Zum Andenken von Ihrer Kollegin Rosa Mayrhofer. München."
Riverse Side: "In memory from your colleague Rosa Mayrhofer. Munich."
As the temperatures begin to cool down, and the leaves begin to change, here's a pretty shot I took back in May.
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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.
The Hall of Memory is a war memorial in Centenary Square, Birmingham, England, designed by S. N. Cooke and W. N. Twist. Erected 1922–25 by John Barnsley and Son, it commemorates the 12,320 Birmingham citizens who died in World War I.
My Dad's classmate made this memory quilt of the places she grew up. There is a bear to spy in each little block. She only uses wool and hand embroiders all of it without a pattern.
O'Keefe Lane - Downtown Toronto
"Cats is a musical composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber based on Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T. S. Eliot. It introduced the song standard, 'Memory'.
The musical first opened in the West End in 1981 and then on Broadway in 1982, in each case directed by Trevor Nunn and choreographed by Gillian Lynne. It won numerous awards, including both the Laurence Olivier Award and the Tony Award for Best Musical. The London production ran for 21 years and the Broadway production for eighteen years, in both cases setting historical long-run records. Actresses Elaine Paige and Betty Buckley became particularly associated with the musical.
Cats has been performed around the world in numerous productions and has been translated into more than 20 languages. It was also made into a 1998 video that has been broadcast on television.
Cats was first shown in London's West End Theatre West End, at the New London Theatre. May 11, 1981. There was trouble during the beginning as Judi Dench, cast in the role of Grizabella, snapped a tendon during rehearsals prior to the London opening. The role of Grizabella was subsequently taken over by Elaine Paige; the role was beefed up for Paige and the song 'Memory' (originally to be sung by Geraldine Gardner in the role of the red cat Bombalurina) was given to Paige. It was originally produced onstage by Cameron Mackintosh and Lloyd Webber's Really Useful Group. It was directed by Trevor Nunn, associate director and choreographer Gillian Lynne, designed by John Napier with lighting by David Hersey. It played a total of 8,949 performances in London. Its final performance in London's West End was on its 21st birthday, May 11, 2002, and broadcast on a large screen in Covent Garden to the delight of fans who could not acquire a ticket for the final performance. It held the record as London's longest running musical until October 8, 2006, when it was surpassed by Les Misérables." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cats_(musical)
GRIZABELLA:
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 street lamp 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
SILLABUB:
Sunlight, through the trees in summer
Endless masquerading
GRIZABELLA AND SILLABUB:
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
GRIZABELLA:
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
Memory is a mirror that lies outrageously
(Julio Cortazar)
La memoria è uno specchio che mente in modo scandaloso
(Julio Cortázar)
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.
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
The opening of the Fanzone in Victoria Square a free event, Christchurch February 13, 2015 New Zealand.
Situated at Victoria Square from 13-23 February, the Fanzone will be a hub for cricket fans of all ages and will be the starting point for the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 New Zealand Fantrail that leads all the way to Hagley Oval.
The Fanzone will feature something for everyone with food and beverage stands, backyard cricket games, prize giveaways, family days, face-painting, cult-movies and live big-screen coverage of all the games from Hagley Oval.
ok so its cute, but i was trying a lil experiement and it didnt turn out too bad :) inspired by gwyn
This black velvet blazer brings back old memories. I think it's an old horse riding jacket. My husband bought it for me at a thrift store when his sister and I were shopping. When we were 17 ! He totally had a major crush on me :)
vintage blazer, thrifted
dress, Gap
belt, some local shop
white beaded necklace, dollar store
tights, The Bay
heels, Payless
Sanjeeb Chowhdury, a legendary singer of Bangladesh died a few years ago. We miss him, we remind him. A concert was held to remind his memory. His sketch on the wall by painting.
"The best thing about memories is making them" So true!!! I took this piccy on a recent photo shoot! It was above the the exit of a doorway! I love it!
September 18, 2010.
This is pretty much the pride and joy of my room.
It has a little something for most of the memories I never want to forget.
This kind of extends out onto my wall with things like homemade birthday cards, drawings people have done for me, a get well card and a beach ball.
It's pretty much my favorite wall in my room.
I wanted to wait until it was pretty full before I showed it off to you guys, so here goes:
1. A giant Dora the Explorer pencil and whistle from my little sister,
2. Drum stick from the first Release the Hounds show I ever went to.
3. Ticket stub from my first ever show (Battle to the Death)
4. Card that came with the flowers Walt gave me for Valentine's day.
5. Ticket for monster buses in Alberta that bring you onto a glacier.
6. Photo Booth pictures I took with my cousin Britt in Alberta.
7. A drawing that Britt drew for me.
8. Family picture from 2 or 3 years ago
9. Heart on a stick that also came with the flowers from Walter
10. Brochure from the Harry Potter Exhibit I went to in Toronto.
11. Postcard Walter sent me when he was in Holland.
12. Wristband from Hustle to Get Here (bboy & hip hop crew dance battle)
13. Neil Young concert ticket.
14. Picture of me and my little sister dancing to the Spice Girls when we were little.
15. Movie stubs from almost all of the movies I have gone to with Walter and a few others.
16. My cat Tiger who I had to give away when I was younger because my mom was to allergic to have 2 cats but we kept Bella.
17. Little drawings I got from Ethan in grade 10 and Walter throughout the past 2 years,
18. TMNT tag from a shirt that I bought.
19. Ticket from an art fair I went to.
20. Mini CN tower that I got in my drink at the 360 restaurant in Toronto.
21. TOMS sticker.
22. A pin that I got at the WE-ADD conference in Toronto.
23. Dodge tattoo that I got at a Hold Hope Fast show.
24. Ticket for the Harry Potter exhibit in the Toronto Science Museum.
25. Hey Rosetta concert ticket.
26. Christmas card from last year.
27. A note that a women gave me after I sold her a print. ( she is the same women who now owns Tiger)
28. Gift tag that was on the present that the girls at work gave me on my last day there.
29. Name tag from WE-ADD conference in Toronto.
30. Tag from a bag my mom gave me that says "Life is Good."
31. Picture of one of the little boys I babysit on the day he was born.
32. Ticket from Hustle to Get Here.
33. Christmas card from Leo Bartlett.
34. A tag from a bag I got in Washington DC.
35. Silverstein concert tickets.
36. Tag from a Glamour Kills shirt ( I didn't buy the shirt but i adore Glamour Kills and it was the first time I had ever seen it sold here, I was excited)
37. TOMS card
38. Transit ticket from Toronto.
39. Shane Kelly business card, I thought they were really cool.
40. R2D2 tattoo.
41. PWC press pass from last year (joke from yearbook)
42. A pen that Walter's sister brought me back from her trip to Europe.
43. Tag from HMV
44. A "please vote" card from a local band called Ashelin (very VERY good, beautiful voices)
45. Transit ticket from Calgary.
46. Table number from the first art show I was ever in, Total Exposure.
And that's my board :]
I hope you didn't waste to much time reading that, if you read it at all.
Browsing through our photo albums brings back so many happy memories. My childhood, the period at school, my college years, our wedding and the birth and growing up of our children. The last days of the year brings me in a mood of nostalgia.
ODC - Theme (28-12-2011): Money can't buy
10 years have passed since the very first Neo Blythe was released in Japan.
Over the years, we have released more than 170 Blythe and shared many happy memories with people all over the world. We like to thank everyone for your love and support for Blythe throughout the years! To celebrate her 10th anniversary, we are happy to announce this year's anniversary doll "10 Happy Memories".