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I'm starting this new 365 day challenge.... "Memories from the past" .
This will be easy for me. I have many that I miss terribly. Finding the memories that hurt won't be hard.... finding the time to get them uploaded will be the tough thing. But I'm up for the challenge. I want the world to know why there is a whole in my heart.
are my messages being ignored? are they intercepted? are they blocked? One answer is all I need
American Motoring Memories is a classic car restoration shop in Culver City Calif. The owner Jeff Reade concentrates primarily on early Corvette restorations but is known to do total & partial restorations and update maintenance on many of the Big Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler) classics from the '50s to early 70's.
Edwin helps a patron digitize a personal recording. We recently created a reservable Memory Preservation Station where patrons can convert home recordings, printed photographs, or slides into a digital format.
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This classic beauty is a prime example of autos that were just great the way they were. The thought of these beauties being crushed into blocks of trash metal is a depressing image. Let us be careful how much of America we want to crush in the interest of those who are promoting the green revolution. Is it not ironic that this piece of America is a beautiful green.
Few are enthused to take the stairs when elevators are available, but there's an elegance to the ones in Ryerson's Student Learning Centre.
I was catching my breath from a long walk, while doing that these guys came and started talking about their memories. I grabbed my camera and started taking photos from them the only one that noticed me was the dog and he was staring at me.
Although not my great grandmother's house (torn down in Seymour,IA) this house just north of Fort Madison, IA is a dead ringer. It conjured up enough good memories of my great grandmother that it was worthy of a photo.
Staff at Tufts Digital Collections and Archives sparked memories of days gone by with yearbooks and photos. (Photo: Peter Gumaskas for Tufts University)
A montage of photographs posted here in memory of our beloved son who passed away unexpectedly in his sleep 7th August 2010 aged 18 from "Sudden Adult Death Syndrome" also known as Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome (SADS) .
We miss you son, “Always”.
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I have to admit that I am still not entirely into the spirit of the season. It is four days till Christmas and I am just about able to hold up my head after a week and half of a vicious head cold. At least we got the Christmas decorations out today and hung a wreath on the door. By the 25th I hope to have decked the halls and have Christmas music playing on the stereo.
To get myself in the spirit I looked back at some of our photographs from years gone by. In addition to Christmas spirit it also bought some sadness for things missed. This photograph is from 2008, our last Christmas in our Baltimore house. It was also our last Christmas with our dear, sweet dog, Lacy. By February of 2009 we had lost her and soon after began to pack up 38 years of our life for our move. I love our new house and our new dog, Sherlock but this photograph can still bring tears to my eyes.
The bathroom keeps the walls full of memories. Stickers were put in there by my father and her brothers and sister when childs.
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El baño guarda sus paredes llenas de recuerdos. Las pegatinas las pusieron mi padre, sus hermanos y hermana cuando eran niños.
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Yes,I know I already posted this eagle but today he is coming back for a good reason.
Today is my father's birthday.Tomorrow is my brother's birthday. Both of them have been gone for quite a few years and I miss them so much..These are part of the lyrics to a song called Eagle's Wings,written by Michael Joncas,and I have sung it many times with the choir.I have always loved this song and thought it fitting that I re-post it today with my favourite part of the sing.In memory of my Daddy and my big brother,whom I shall forever miss.Happy Birthday up in Heaven.
Please..no offence meant to anyone else's religion.This is mine and I want to post this today.
The quintessential English garden. A very wonderful place full of memories of some very special people.
The classic picture of the canals of Amsterdam with boats and bridges (should have found some cute tall Dutch girl wearing clogs and holding some tulips and edam cheese walking or bicycling along the canal....)
Was flipping through some older pics and I ran in to this one and another. Good memories of a perfect trip to Amsterdam. Sadly I didn't take the pictures I really wanted to.... but I'm hoping to repeat the trip again.
Amsterdam is a great city to walk around in, sit down and have a coffee (or beer), and just generally relax.
Memories Dudley BoroughOld photos courtesy Mrs P Dunn
This was the prize giving for the potato competion. The prizes were presented by Eillen and Eric Moody of Mark and Moody's in High Street Stourbridge. They are 2nd and 3rd from the right on the back row
A few years ago, I had a film camera that I carried around with me that did not force the user to wind the film after every shot, allowing for multiple exposures. I made a point to only ever advance the film when I was just about to take a picture, and if I couldn't remember if I'd already used the current frame, I did not advance the film. These are images of things I wanted to remember, blurred into each other as a result of lapses in my memory.
June 7th, 2017, and memories of hot Summer sunshine with MAN K:MV 202 plying its trade on the streets of Koln.
Thinking about Going Home For The Holidays... Winter Begins - North of Boston (USA)
A Classic Old-Fashioned New England House - Did You Grow Up in a House Like This ? I Did.
If your memories were seeds, would you plant them? Would you put them in a small pot and nurture them, water them, and watch them mature? If your memories were seeds would you cherish them once they started to grow? Would you give them enough nutrients so that when they do grow, they grow full of life? Would you prune them and re-pot them when their roots and stems begin exploring further? If your memories were seeds would you plant similar colours together, or take a handful and just throw them up in the air and leave it up to chance?
Would you walk amongst your memories, touching them with your hands? Would you sit with them, talk to them, help them grow further? Would you listen to them as they spoke softly to you? Would you remember even the smallest seed you planted, would you give it a name? The Memory Garden is now in full bloom and the flowers are all dancing with life, they reach out to you with outstretched arms and beckon you to come, come quickly now, and walk with us. Smell our fragrance and feel our soft touch. We exist for you and we need you to see us. If your memories were seeds, would you plant a garden?
"We'll gather lilacs in the spring again,
And walk together down an endless lane,
Until our hearts have learned to sing again,
When you come home once more." - Ivor Novello
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