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This reminds me of a 'Do as I say now," scene. Western Gull; larus occidentalis; Pt. Lobos State Reserve.
- 1909 T212-1 Obak backs have a stylized Obak logo and may come with or without a frame. This card has the frame...
The Oakland Oaks were a minor league baseball team in Oakland, California that played in the Pacific Coast League from 1903 through 1955, after which the club transferred to Vancouver, British Columbia. The team was named for the city and used the oak tree and the acorn as its symbols.
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Harry Nelson
Bats: Unknown • Throws: Left
Born: March 14, 1884 in Batavia, Illinois
Died: June 26, 1950 (Aged 66) in Oakland, CA
Full Name: Harry Edward Nelson
Nicknames: Slim
Both of his parents were born in Sweden
(Morning Oregonian., September 19, 1907 ) - Tacoma 1, Aberdeen 0. - TACOMA, Wash., Sept. 18. (Special.) In the most brilliant game of ball played on the Tacoma field this season "Slim" Nelson today beat Aberdeen 1 to 0. Nelson allowed but one hit in the game, a two-bagger to Boettlnger in the sixth Inning. He gave no bases on balls and did not hit a batter. In fact, Boettlnger was the only Aberdeen player to reach first base in the nine innings. Just 28 batters faced Nelson. Behind this phenomenal pitching the Tigers played superb ball. Besides performing wonderfully In the box. Nelson was active with the bat. He laced out one three-bagger and added a single the next time up.
In 1908, Slim Nelson threw a no-hitter against Oakland in the outlaw California State League. The only run of the game came on a home run by Nelson.
(San Francisco Call, Volume 106, Number 60, 30 July 1909) DEAN OF OAKLAND BALL FANS DIES - Peter Nelson, Veteran Enthusiast of National Game, Passes Away at Fabibla Hospital - OAKLAND, July 29.— Peter Olaf Nelson, dean of the Oakland baseball fans, died at Fabibla hospital this morning, ending a residence of 24 years in Oakland. For many years Nelson was the chief rooter at the league baseball games in this city. He lived at 1357 Twenty-third avenue, East Oakland. His son, Harry, better known as "Slim" Nelson, is now pitching for the Oakland Coast league team, and another son, "Bill," is catching' for a team In Mexico. Nelson was 53 years old and a native of Sweden.
(San Francisco Call, Volume 108, Number 159, 6 November 1910) - "SLIM" NELSON AN OAKLAND PRODUCT - He is One Player Whom None of the Fans Ever "Crab" At - Slim Nelson's head extends higher in the air than that of any other ball player in the Pacific coast league, and if he trained like Bat Nelson trains there Is no question that he could make the feather weight limit any time he wanted to start. : But he's a pitcher, not a boxer, so he don't have to weigh in.
Unlike most of the tossers on the Oakland team, Slim is a native product. Up to three years ago he had never broken away from the wilds of East Oakland, where he was born and where he used to throw rocks at lamp posts and Chinese washhouse. This is how he used to practice control when he was a kid, and he never lost the knack either.
Lou Schroder, who used to run the Alameda state league some three or four years ago, is the discoverer of the elongated slabster. He picked him out of a gang that was tossing rocks at a Chinese laundry one afternoon. Schroder noticed that the tall, Swedish American youth broke more windows in less time than any of the others. He immediately came to the conclusion that he would grab this kid and make a pitcher out of him. All he had to do was to offer Slim the job. The rest was easy.
In his first year with the state league the human sky scraper, was a go. He liked to pitch, and he soon developed a line, of curves that made all the opposing bushers worry. He pitched ball just like he pitched rocks at the oriental washing and ironing establishments. His control was great, and he generally hit the bullseye.
After a year and a half in the state league Slim's fame began to spread. It spread so rapidly and covered so much ground that they soon heard about him over in Oakland. They heard so much about him that one day Pa Van Haltren, who was then driving the Oakland band wagon, took a run over to Alameda to watch Slim work. He watched the long fellow for about three innings. Then he gave him a job. This, in brief, is the story, of how Slim introduced himself to fame. He became a big leaguer just as soon as he and Van Haltren had exchanged a few words. Van took him over, to Oakland and had him measured for a special uniform. This was necessary, otherwise they would have slipped him one of the castoffs. However, one peek at Slim convinced Van that he would have to contract for a special suit for the new slabster.
Oakland evidently looks good to Nelson, for he has never strayed away from the transbay team. This is his third season and he seems to like it better now than the first day he joined the team. He knows everybody in Oakland and they all know him. He has no enemy in all the world. They never roast Slim like they do the other pitchers, because they know that it will not do the slightest good In the world.
Slim never took himself seriously, and therefore he can not makeup his mind to take anybody or anything else seriously. He just goes on his way, kidding along and getting by. If he loses a game, it's all right, and if he wins one, well, it's a little better. But he never fumes or rages or goes into raptures over anything, not even when he makes a home run, and it is a matter of public record that he has made two since he linked himself to organized baseball, some two and a half years ago.
Many of the players believe that this quaint southpaw would have found his way back, to one of the big organizations ere this if he only took life and baseball a little more seriously. But such a thing seems impossible for Slim. He's against all the serious stuff either on or off the diamond. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the fans all over the circuit like him so much. Anyhow you never hear them calling him a "bone head" or a "rubber skull" or a "busher," or anything like that.
It is the general belief that Nelson is a sort of fixture with the Oakland club. Players come and go every year, but Slim still holds on. And so long as he pitches good baseball he's bound to be a hit with the fans. Occasionally they bat him out of the box just as they do the other pitchers, but then Slim does not worry and he never gets sore when the relief man comes along to take his job.
(The Evening Statesman, January 31, 1910) - Reds Want Nelson. - Business Manager Frank Bancroft of the Cincinnati Reds is trying to buy pitcher Slim Nelson of the Oakland club. Oakland wants a great deal more money for Nelson than Bancroft is willing to pay, though poor Nelson has been working for a mere pittance over the last two years. He pitched a few games for the All Nationa's this winter and thus made good with Bancroft.
(Morning Oregonian., April 26, 1910) - "Slim" Nelson, the comic twirler of the Oakland club, has more fun on the coaching lines than any other player in the league. "Slim" likes to kid the stands and the bleacherites as well as they like to jolly the funny man of the Athenian herd. "Slim" is funny enough - without the antics he cuts up.
(Sporting Life - 27 May 1911) - Southpaw pitcher "Slim" Nelson has been released by the Oakland Club.
(The San Francisco Call., April 28, 1912) - Slim Nelson, formerly one of the Oaks' firing line, a southpaw, has joined the American Rubber company nine, one of the fastest, if not the fastest, amateur nine about the bay. Slim acquitted himself well Sunday.
(The San Francisco call., April 25, 1912) - Rubber Nine Defeats
Y. M. I. by Nose - The American Rubber company team yesterday defeated the Washington council of the Young Men's Institute at the Emeryville grounds by the score of 6 to 5 after 11 innings of hard fought baseball. McGushin of the losers pitched the better ball, allowing the hard hitting American Rubber boys but six scattered hits and fanning 16. The umpire was responsible for the defeat of the Washington council, as the home run that "Slim" Nelson, the former Oakland southpaw, secured was foul by many feet. He was off in calling balls and strikes also.
One doesn't see many poses as natural as this in Victorian CDV's. This family was photographed by Callaghan, Photographer of 45 South Mall, Cork. The parents may be the same couple pictured in Signing the Register.
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Fisheye Friday
I have been tagged by Anam Cara Photography ॐ to share 8 things about me. So here goes ...
A. List 8 habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag 8 people to do the same.
1. When I was a child I was always singing. One night I went to a restaurant with my parents and ended up on top of a table entertaining all the guests who, in return, showered me with candy. Hard to imagine now considering I can’t carry a tune to safe my life. One even more embarrassing episode was when I started singing “By the rivers of Babylon” at a funeral. My parents were mortified and I’m never going to live that one down.
2. I have got a severe dislike of nylon and it will not come anywhere near my body. At the age of 8 I decided I could not stand wearing tights any longer and just refused to put them on. I have not even touched them ever since, just the thought makes my skin crawl. And I don’t care if it is freezing outside, for me it is socks and socks only!
3. I can write in reverse so if you hold the paper up to a mirror it will display correctly. Not block letters, proper joint up writing.
4. I’ve always dreamed of owning a classic Beetle Convertible but the men in my life never let me have it. When I was 18 and bought my first car my dad, who is a mechanic, told me straight out that if I buy a Beetle he would refuse to fix it and I have to take it to a garage if something goes wrong. I suppose he had a point, they are not very practical in a country with -40 degrees and snow for 5 months. And now my husband won’t budge either. He did promise that he would buy me one if we ever win the lottery. I’ve already told him it has to be white and I want a big yellow daisy painted on the bonnet.
5. When I first came to London over 13 years ago I shared a house with 12 people from all over the world. We had Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans, Canadians, Irish and English. I stayed there for 5 years and had the best time ever. Always some kind of party going on and lots of BBQs thanks to our friends from the Southern hemisphere.
6. I need my sleep and I LOVE my bed! It has the most comfortable mattress in the world and if I only had 2 items to take to a desert island, my bed would definitely be one of them. After all, a girl needs her beauty sleep, right?
7. I love entertaining and the most pleasurable night for me is having friends around for dinner. I can spend hours going through cookbooks planning the menu and then potter in the kitchen all afternoon. So much more rewarding than going out to a crowded and noisy pub. As a result we often have friends staying for the weekend. When I was off work last summer I even started making towel animals for the guest room. One of my friends almost doubled over laughing when she saw my little towel dog and decided it was definitely time for me to go back to work before I turn into Bree Van de Kamp Hodge.
8. I’m addicted to Crispy Bacon Wheat Crunchies. I usually don’t mind sharing my food but when it comes to them, fingers off! They are mine alone. Unfortunately they only come in little 25g bags and every time I go to the supermarket I secretly hope that they have started packaging them in big family size bags. No luck so far, I’ll have to carry on wishing …
So there it is....I've tagged 8 of you now! Of course PLEASE, PLEASE understand, there's no obligation to answer, but I found it a more fun exercise than I thought, and I'd love to learn more ('cause I'm also nosy) about you..
Vic Stone was a guy who was going places.
Sure, he spent a little time with the wrong crowd and his scientist parents were overbearing but on the track Vic was a rising star with a bright future, there was an athletics gold medal with his name on it.
Until his father accidentally unleashed a freak of science upon him and his mother.
Vic's mother was killed and he was horribly maimed but his father was able to save him with extremely invasive and experimental prosthesis attachments.
Vic lived, but wished he was dead. More machine than man, shunned by the public and unable to compete in in sport due to his enhancements, Vic found himself without a direction in life.
Until he used his implants to stop an old friend from trying to destroy the UN, Vic became a member of the Teen Titans and has remained the back-bone of the team ever since...
For me Cyborg has always been one of those characters who has always 'just been there'. He's remained pretty much unchanged since he first appeared in the 1980's, but the Teen Titans just isn't right without him (despite the fact he's never seemed like much of a 'teen' to me!) .
It has to be said his figure is excellent, probably the best of the DCUC figures released yet, great articulation, awesome sculpt and with some nifty interchangable weapon/hands.
I'm very glad I picked him up, plus he looks great in the Dalmaticatron!
Shot him on the D50 kit lens with a ring flash.
I took my parents to visit the botanic garden for the first time few weeks ago. It was fun family event that we havent had time to do since forever. My parents owns a little sub shop here in Memphis that actually got pretty famous. So if you ever in memphis please visit the Highland Super Sub Shop. XD
On the sidenote i made some wallpapers. Its on my website under download. check them out!
Have a wonderful sunday! slowly catching up on your beautiful streams!
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The sanctuary windows were made locally in Adelaide By Thompson & Harvey and were donated by parents connected with the college: Sacred Heart being the gift of Mrs Fred Tennant, Our Blessed Lady that of Mr Taylor, and St Joseph, Mr P Flannagan. Ref: Stained Glass Australia.
Other chapel stained glass windows were designed by Franz Xaver Zettler of Munich, Germany.
Sacred Heart College Memorial Chapel
The Marist Brothers were favoured with beautiful, though rather warm weather, for the double ceremony which took place at the Sacred Heart College, Glenelg, on Sunday afternoon last, when his Grace the Archbishop blessed and opened the extensions to the College recently erected, and laid the foundation stone of the fine new chapel which is to be erected as a memorial of the jubilee of the Marist Brothers in Australia and of the students of the College who were killed in the late European war.
A crowd of some thousand persons, including many visitors from the city and suburbs, assembled in the grounds to witness the ceremony.
The Archbishop first blessed the extensions at the rear of the College, assisted by Rev Frs Gatzemeyer and Considine.
He then blessed the ground on which the memorial chapel is being erected on the eastern side of the College, and blessed and laid the foundation stone. For this purpose he was presented by Bro Joseph with a silver trowel, suitably inscribed, the gift of the architects (Messrs Garlick and Jackman).
Fifty years ago four Marist Brothers arrived in Sydney to take up the work at St Patrick's School in that city. They began with 117 scholars. Since then they had extended their operations from New Norcia, in the West, to Sydney, in the East, throughout the Commonwealth, in the Dominion of New Zealand, and the islands of the Pacific, and had nearly 300 brothers engaged in scholastic work, and something like 9000 scholars.
In order to signalise this jubilee a committee was formed. They were anxious to mark the occasion by some permanent memorial. The Marist Brothers had never made an appeal to the public for help during their 50 years' existence in Australia, and he thought that was a record for any of the Orders in Australia. The committee also desired to erect a memorial to the ex-students of the College who had fallen in the war, and it had been decided that the two objects could best be combined in the erection of a college chapel.
Bro. Joseph said it was his pleasant duty to introduce his Grace the Archbishop, who had kindly come down to perform the ceremony.
The one concern of the appeal committee was the erection of the chapel, which would cost between £9000 and £10,000, and which they all knew would be an architectural ornament, not only to the college, but to the district. The committee was not merely an ornamental body. It had done a large amount of work in the 12 months since its formation with his Grace's consent, and deserved their best thanks. It had £3300 in hand, of which the members had contributed £1200, over a third, out of their own pockets. They had shown themselves willing to back their enthusiasm with their cash.
In addition to being a memorial of the jubilee, the building would serve another purpose, rather by coincidence than by set design. His Grace would remember that he was present five years ago, when Sir Henry Galway unveiled a roll of honour to over 300 of their students who had enlisted. Some 70 or 80 went to the front afterwards, bringing the total up to nearly 400. Between 60 and 70 of these had made the supreme sacrifice. It was thought fitting to commemorate them by a jubilee and memorial chapel.
The visitors then inspected the building and extensions, and afternoon tea was served.
The style adopted for the new chapel is that known as the Romanesque, and the materials to be used, bluestone with cement dressings, will harmonize with the architectural treatment of the existing buildings. The foundations are of specially designed reinforced cement concrete. The walls will be built of Tapley's Hill bluestone, with cement quoins and dressings to all door and window openings. The trustees have obtained a lease of a quarry at Tapley's Hill, and only specially selected stone will be used.
All the window frames will be of steel, with subdued colour-stained glass leaded lights of simple design. The joinery will be of blackwood, specially chosen for beauty of grain, and polished. The whole of the walls internally will be finished in cement and brown sand, thus giving a permanent buff shade effect, and they will be jointed to represent stone. The ceiling will be panelled in wood and stained to harmonize with the cement-finish of the walls.
The roof is to be covered with Roman-pattern terra cotta tiles. The width of the chapel will be 28 feet, and the length 66 feet, with aisles on each side six feet wide. The sanctuary at the eastern end will be 18 feet wide and 21 feet long, semicircular and lighted by three stained glass windows placed above the altar.
The entrance porch will be 14 feet by 10 feet, with white Angaston marble steps leading from the carriage drive. At each side of the entrance porch will be a tower 12 feet square carried up to a height of 60 feet, the upper portion of which will be octagonal and surmounted with a copper dome and cross.
Provision will be made over the entrance porch for an organ chamber, and curved and panelled wooden gallery for the organ-passage ways leading from the sanctuary.
The whole of the floors will be of reinforced cement concrete, covered with wood parquetry flooring of specially selected blackwood and oak. Messrs Garlick and Jackman are the architects, and Messrs Dwyer and Warner the contractors.
[Ref: Southern Cross Friday 29-9-1922]
The blessing and opening of the magnificent Romanesque Memorial Chapel recently erected in the grounds of the Sacred Heart College, Glenelg, will take place on Sunday, March 30, at 3.15 pm. The ceremony will be performed by his Grace the Archbishop. The public are cordially invited to attend, especially the parents and friends of Marist Bros' old boys who fell in the war, of whom the chapel is a memorial. It also commemorates the centenary of the Marist Brothers in France in 1817 and the golden jubilee of their establishment in Australia in 1922.
The chapel, which was built at a cost of £11,000, is an imposing structure of Tapley Hill bluestone. In the porch two beautiful statues of Youth will serve as lights. The chapel has seating accommodation for 350 persons.
[Ref: Southern Cross Friday 14-3-1924]
Great Crested Grebes.
This juvenile gcg would soon be chased off to give it's smaller sibling a chance.
St Aidan's Nature Park.
To my Mother and Daddy, I know you are in Heaven embracing each other once again and seeing God's glory. This month on earth, your home of thirty years is being passed along to another family. We have spent the past 3 months, sharing great stories of your life and cherishing your home treasures and memories. I hope you are watching and smiling as we packed up your home. Your two children, seven grandchildren, and 11 great - grandchildren have selected special things of yours they will always cherish. It worked out so nicely.
As the Florida homestead sells, we tie up the ribbons to your life. Your legacy lives on in our hearts and for generations to come.
When Bob and I thanked you at the Sarasota National Cemetery, I believe you looked down through a sunny heart-shaped cloud as we were leaving. Love you two forever!
Love, Your daughter
A project for the winter.
I recently made a photobook out of all the old photos and negatives that I have of my parents. I did a bit of research on my grandparents and great-grandparents and built of the story of my parents lives as best I could.
I had a copy printed for each of my children and one for the nursing home where my mother now lives.
This is a project that opens a window on a less documented time and is an investment for the future.
I used Lightroom to make the book and Blurb to publish.