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Just finished this afghan on Christmas Day. It's 7 rows wide and extra long. It's washed and now being used by my honey. He says he loves it. Most of the yarn is remnants from his mother's collection.
www.linenspa.com/Products/ To test how good they are on their promise, I decided to test one of their products. On this occasion it is the 12” Plush Triple-Layer Memory Foam Mattress with Bamboo Cover. It has a 2” memory foam comfort layer weighing four pounds, 2” memory foam center weighing three pounds and 8” foam base with high density.
To create this image I have used the blur tool on photoshop to make the boy on the left look blurry. My original idea was to blank him out in white, but after using the blur effect I feel it worked better and conveyed what I wanted it to better. I wanted to show someone you don’t really remember. They used to be a part of your life when you were younger, but as you’ve grown up you’ve forgotten them, the memories aren’t as clear.
Found this while in an old book: the flight stub from my second trip to Africa. Any guesses to the year? (No cheating if you know the answer) There's a good hint on the ticket cause you don't see this anymore.
(hair) - KUNI- Lindsay- HUD
KC- ABBY HEELS
CHEEZU. DAILY WOOL BERET: SIDE LEFT
CHEEZU. MARIE OUTFIT RED
It’s our present and for many the golden past. In 1year time we will be out of this campus (at least we hope so) then we will ponder in the memories of this place..for that time a plain capture.
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~Frank Deford
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
~Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground
i made this patchwork cover out of bits of my childrens old clothes so that it can evoke all those childhood memories
Mustang Memories 2012
August 12, 2012
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.
© 2012 Michael Lavander. All rights reserved.
No usage without written permission.
This a Game Development study session of creating a game for Katsuhiro Otomo's Memories
Those unfamiliar of his works he created AKIRA along with a ton of other work.
The reason for focus of this at the time, this animation film was way before it's time and was and still is artistically creative.
Three stories in one film, similiar to the TV classic Amazing Stories
Memory Lane is a section of waterfront trail in South Foster Park along the eastern shore of the Bay of Quinte.
Also known as Bishop Cemetery #2 Restland Memory Park was established in 1919, following flooding from the 1919 hurricane, a committee, headed by J. M. Binion, acquired and designed a new cemetery to relocate some of the burials from the original town cemetery and for future citizens of Bishop.
In April 1920, twenty-one burials were relocated to Restland Memory Park. Citizens recollect witnessing the procession of caskets across town. Most of these were reinterred burials from the 1910, and included many young children, along with one World War I soldier, Joseph Ray Teasley (1893 - 1918).
The first new burial was for the infant son of Rudolph and Johanna Menn in 1920. Between 1942 and 1962, additional sections opened. Francis Zion Bishop (1880 - 1950), the founder and namesake of the town of Bishop is buried here.
With more than 1.600 burials, the cemetery provides a record of the pioneer area families and generations of doctors, nurses, veterans, educators, preachers and business leaders, fraternal organizations such as the masons, Order of the Eastern Star, Woodmen of the World and Daughters of the Republic of Texas are represented.
Over the years, the community has participated in the maintenance of the cemetery. The Women's History Club donated the brick entrance and the east brick fence. Other items such as the flagpole and flag were donated by the community. The Bishop Cemetery Association formed in 1987 and has continued the care and maintenance of the sacred ground. (2017) (Marker No. 15961)
Picture taken at the Meltham Memories 1940s' weekend held in the village of Meltham, near Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. 6th July 2013.
For further information take a look at www.melthammemories.co.uk
the sense of smell is one of the strongest memory triggers...
i have always experienced this in a very strong way. there are many smells that instantly bring certain memories front and center to my mind. some are simple, everyday smells that everyone can recognize and identify, and some are more elusive and harder to describe, and yet bring the strongest memories.
for instance: the smell of clothes dried on a clothesline in the sunshine immediately makes me think of my mom... she always hung our clothes outside, as long as there was sunshine, and as i got older, it was my job to help bring them in when they were dry. so, that wonderful smell of fresh air clinging to a slightly stiff towel is an amazing jog down memory lane.
now, a more elusive smell would be the slightly musty, mothbally, old smell that i associate with the things stored in my grandma's "third room"... the room she keeps all of her craft items in. fabric, yarn, thread, and countless other interesting items are stored here... it was a place i loved to dig in when i was younger, and that feeling has never gone away. now that my grandma is getting older and can't do many of her crafts anymore, she has begun to share many of these things with me, and when i bring them home, there is that unmistakable scent that just screams "grandma's house" on everything.
i have many memories connected with scent that i can't even put into words... some, because they are too precious to share... and some, because they are so elusive that i can't recall them until the moment that a certain scent enters my nostril, and then it all comes flooding back...
but, as a final gesture, i'm going to share one last trigger...
you see it above.
it is the scent of sweet, tantalizing lilacs. these flowers have always been one of my favorites. their beauty is so fleeting and their scent so intoxicating that it's hard not to love them. and, since they are such a part of my whole life growing up, there are, quite honestly, many memories associated with them.... not the least of which is that they remind me of my sister's wedding. we (the bridesmaids) carried lilacs and, for a wedding in august, this was extra special.
however, that is not the first memory that comes rushing to my mind when, on that first glorious day in May, i smell the lilacs for the first time.
no, it is the memory of my dear sweet grandmother who passed away 7 years ago this Christmas... truly one of the sweetest women i've ever known or had the privilege of being taught by... a woman so godly and dedicated... so kind but firm... so caring in all ways, wanting nothing more than to see her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren love their families and love God.
a woman who i miss every single day.
a woman i want to be like.
a woman i will someday see again.
i miss you grandma....