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unc football memories. went there with some friends last wkend. 24 years ago this is where my dad and i sat. i said nothing to my friends. i had a quiet reflective moment. lump in my throat.i loved football.not so much my dad. i could smell hotdogs, fresh cut grass.ppl cheering. life was great. at halftime watching the cheerleaders in short skirts jumping, catching a small glance of underpants, made me aware of what being a male was all about.wasnt so sure but i liked it.the whole stadium was familia. all friends.i loved to play football, but i played in high school for my dad. thats what he wanted of me.to be a man and grunt and push and destroy.football was society. it was man.he told ppl that his sons played ball. he went to my brothers games, all of them. he never came to any of mine.bastard. i was good at it. he would never know. we connected when we went to unc games. only. bloodsport made him happy.i did not. i loved the games. no so much my dad. when i was old enough to enjoy going with him he was no longer alive. we never saw another game and he never saw me play. even while alive he never saw one effin game.
Time for a stroll down memory lane....
What? Dammit!!! It's a DEAD END!!!
Memory is so over rated.
...On the road in Connecticut.
[Note : Memory Lane is off Spithead Rd. You can't make this up. See the map.]
April entry for Uk Challenge 'Childhood Memories'
You may recognise the pic from my avatar.
It is a shot taken by my father of my cousin David and myself.David lived with his family on a farm in Devon (still does) and most years we would go down on holiday.I loved David and followed him everywhere.We even had a pretend wedding at one stage.I think I used to drive him round the bend.
So this childhood memory is of happy family holidays.Sadly many of the family now gone.
Sewn on neutral fabric with neutral thread as I thought it would look nostalgic.Size is 7 by 5 inch
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... are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
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8/1/10
Mặc dù cứ bảo ảnh hoa cải năm ngoái up chưa hết nhưng vì Long rủ nên 2 chị em lại lóc cóc đi^^
Ngồi trên xe và nói chuyện cấp 3...thèm đi học lại vãi:D
Tối qua bro gọi điện lúc nửa đêm chỉ vì "tự nhiên a nhớ mày, muốn nghe giọng mày"...:((
I wonder there's enough time left for all those coming back memories...:)
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"When you can't think, don't try to figure it out"
I know keeping to think this way won't work, so maybe just put it aside...and let it be:)
印象凤凰－可爱的石狮子
A lovely stone lion, standing on another drum-like stone sculpture in front of a local store in Fenghuang. I have seen many stone lions throughout different regions of China, this one is definitely "one of a kind".
Fenghuang (Phoenix|凤凰), an ancient town in western Hunan province, is arguably the most beautiful town in China.
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Lena is bach in the Greenbrier meadow, because it's here that she resources her and she think at Ethan...
Lena Duchannes - Pullip Nella Retro Memory FullCustom by TheUgliestWife
Dress By Trisquette
Tất cả đều vui đều hạnh phúc rồi đúng không! Đừng buồn làm gì nữa. Chúng ta còn thiếu gì cơ hội gặp lại. Yh,email,đt làm gì đúng k? Phải ráng mà thi đi ;) Chúc tất cả thi tốt, đạt đc những gì mình muốn và nhớ cái ngày này 18.6.2012 :) 20/11 chúng ta sẽ về thăm trường mừ ;)
Sống trên đời này, có quá nhiều chuyện chúng ta không thể vứt bỏ. Bạn cũng vậy mà tôi cũng vậy !
Meet Memory! She is a Volks SD Kurumi adopted from the lovely Nurie. <3 I have been in love with Memory for years, and I am so thrilled to have her in my collection!
My Grand Ma's (mom's mom) Sewing Machine...
In our childhood most of us will enjoy our summer holidays @ Grand Ma's home....
Last saturday i went to my Grand Ma's home after a year...
When i was child i used to play alot in that village & help my aunt and grand ma in stiching.. (i know bit of stiching :)...)
Climbing guava trees, playing sirra gone (Village Cricket), playing with tyres ( i forgot names of some other games :(.... ).. lots of sweet memories & games
Now a days we didn't find these games neither in villages nor in cities...
* The machine and stool were same from almost 15 yrs.. :)
~ dappled with joy and love
A lovely gem of a book, with testimonies and memories from people who knew these luminaries ~ just look at the gulistaan...
Balraj Sahni (*smile*)
Faiz Ahmed Faiz (my favourite)
Guru Dutt (in awe)
Ismat Chughtai (my favourite!)
Kaifi Azmi ~ a soft breeze on a cool day
Kishore Kumar (playful; a bit mad - in all the right sense of it!)
Krishan Chander (awed... )
Raj Kapoor ('He is part of India's national psyche', Bunny Reuben ~ undoubtedly)
Satyajit Ray (genius film maker; Shatranj ke Khiladi one of my all-time fave movies)
Actually, the title is something that was in my head as soon as I awoke this morning, and these lines were echoing throughout my morning routine, how wonderful and evocative they are, and how much I love that Thomas Stearns Eliot had written them! Love all of them, but...
burnt out ends of smoky days...
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... Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
~ Ahhh...
And of course, being spring in London; it is quite like that today, it has been raining since early morning, and quite cold too. Gruff.
Just taking a little *Blythe Break* . . .
Taking a stroll down memory lane . . .
Just for FUN . . . !!
xoxo
Heidi
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HERE is my BRIDE DOLL (purchase from the auction site) ... I got her in 2004 . . . I tried to get as close as possible to my very FIRST Bride doll I got in 1962 . . .
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To release the memory you will need to push the metal handles that are located on the sides of the memory away from the memory.
The memory chip will pop up.
Take it out. Insert the new memory at a 45 degree angle (just like the old memory was when it poped up) and push it down until you hear a click.
Mustang Memories 2012
August 12, 2012
My dad was heavily involved with rear suspension development on the 1989 MN-12 T-Bird / Cougar and the related 1993 FN-10 Mark VIII. I understand that a Porsche 928 was used as a "benchmarking" vehicle. He brought it home one night. He was also involved in some way with the release of the 1/24 scale 1989 Revell "Thunderbird SC Coupe" model kit.
My 2004 40th Anniversary Crimson Red GT Convertible and my daughter's 2005 red Power Wheels GT Convertible. Great show, huge turnout compared to last year with the threat of rain. My rear tires and rev limiter got three great workouts. Thanks to MOCSEM for a great car show.
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Live at OXJAM Safehouse / Spirit of Gravity / Beatabet all dayer, The Rose Hill, Brighton, 15.10.2016
Another view of the Memory Void. Although allowed to do so, we couldn't bring ourselves to step on the faces. Just too emotional.
"The Jewish Museum Berlin, which opened to the public in 2001, exhibits the social, political and cultural history of the Jews in Germany from the fourth century to the present, explicitly presenting and integrating, for the first time in postwar Germany, the repercussions of the Holocaust. " - libeskind.com/work/jewish-museum-berlin/
A short write up of our trip in the Lobster Journals - redlobsterjournal.blogspot.ca/2017/01/2009-central-europe...
My flickr album of Germany - www.flickr.com/photos/maclobster/albums/72157621432513313
Here is my YouTube slide show of Berlin.
"The installation Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves) by Menashe Kadishman can be found in the Memory Void, one of the symbolic spaces on the ground level of the Libeskind building. The floor of the void is covered by more than ten thousand faces with open mouths, cut from heavy round iron plates.
The installation is a gift from Dieter and Si Rosenkranz. Menashe Kadishman’s sculptures stir painful memories of the victims of war." - www.jmberlin.de/en/shalekhet-fallen-leaves
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I found these a few years ago at my favorite thrift store...for like $4.98 and $2.99...they were in the glass cases up front by the registers and I calmly said, "could I see those two bottles there?" and my heart was racing as I said,"I want these also"...
Childhood Memory....
It was the summer of 1964 and I was in second grade. My Mom was the Avon Lady and when she would deliver her orders, us four kids would go with her and sit in the car and wait...that's when you could still do that sort of thing!...and if we were real good and didn't fight or kill each other...or scream, which I was known to do when my Brothers would hit me...then and only then we would get to stop by this little hamburger joint called the Prairie Dog and get an ice cream cone....yeah!...hey, we thought it was a great treat in 1964!
Well, that year for Christmas...I got the entire set of Pretty Peach...and ohhhh it was a very big deal...it came with a little Avon Bag...just like Moms and spray mist, lotion, body cream, powder in a mitten and best of all "soap on a rope"...shaped like a real peach with a brown pit in the center when you used it all...then after Christmas and we went back to school I would carry my lunch in that Avon Bag...it was blue and had a zipper and everything...I was soooo cool back then...lol....
So.....there you have it... this is my "Best Thrift Store Find, Ever".....
The levitation of her didn't quite work out so well, but you get the point. Ariel is just too amazing to copy agggghhhh.
The memories in the more visible parts of my body such as my legs, chest and arms, relate to more light hearted moments in life, the ones we want to share with the people around us.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
Soon it will be morning
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
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale court smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
FILM GIVEAWAY . . . . I have many memories of this place and because I'm a sentimental old chook I'd like to give a FREE ROLL OF FILM to the first Miner that guesses exactly where this was taken . . .
if you guess right, you can chose 35mm or 120 and I'll surprise you with something ;->
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COME ON PEOPLE, DON'T BE BASHFUL . . . HAVE A GUESS
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Melways map 58 - postcode 3181
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