Another from the Great Chesapeake Bay Schooner Race. She finished 2nd in her class behind Pride of Baltimore II!

 

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Lady Maryland is a Chesapeake Bay pungy schooner. Pungy schooners, designed to carry perishable cargo, such as produce from the Eastern Shore west across the Bay or pineapples from Bermuda to Baltimore, evolved from the fast, maneuverable Chesapeake pilot schooners of the 1700s. The first pungies were built in the mid-1800s and plied the Bay until the early 1900s. By the 1950s, there were no pungies on the Bay or in the world. When Lady Maryland was built in 1986, she became the first and only pungy schooner in existence since the 1950s, and she remains the only pungy in the world today. She is painted in the traditional pungy paint scheme of pink and green. The origins of this paint scheme are unknown, but one theory is that since the pungies transported produce, they were painted the colors of a watermelon as an advertising scheme.

 

Lady Maryland, the flagship of the Living Classrooms Foundation, was built to be a classroom on the water. She sails on the Chesapeake Bay and coastal waters from Maryland to Maine every year with thousands of students on educational voyages. She sails with a mission: to provide hands-on, multi-disciplinary educational experiences for students in the fields of marine and nautical science, history, economics, geography and ecology.

It's Alive!

 

I'd finished my shopping up at Aldi and loaded my perishables into the cooler. As I glanced across the parking lot I saw this refugee from the graveyard shambling toward me. Virtually every panel seemed to be a different color. Fortunately, I had my trusty Canon with me and I shot it on the spot. I didn't see it move again, I don't know where these undead vehicles are coming from or how the zombie automotive apocalypse started, but I won't venture out of my house unarmed.

 

Your basic Harlequin pickup truck.

 

But what is it?

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I think there is an urge in everyone to walk along an ocean beach. Some say it is because we were developed in a watery womb before birth. Some say it is because our bodies are mainly water.

I say it is good to do because it brings you back to size. You realize how small you are. You realize how powerful the ocean is. And you know that you are here for just a short time and then you will be forgotten.

The prints I left as I walked along Carlsbad Beach made this clear. No sooner had my feet left the prints than a wave came in and washed them away. It was if I was never there.

Wickham Place is the London home of Lord and Lady Southgate, their children and staff. Located in fashionable Belgravia it is a fine Georgian terrace house.

 

Today we are below stairs in the Wickham Place kitchen. At the sink, the scullery maid Agnes scrubs the copper pots used for the preparation of upstairs luncheon with a mixture of sand and soap. Mrs. Bradley, known by most downstairs staff as Cook, is occasionally filled with a momentarily maternal instinct for her poor, bedraggled scullery maid. Watching the poor girl with her brown curls coming loose from beneath her cap, huffing and puffing away as she scrubs, creates such a burst of emotion within her breast.

 

“Agnes. Agnes.”

 

“Yes Mrs. Bradley.”

 

“I think you’ve earned the right for a quick cooking lesson.”

 

“Oh! Oh really Mrs. Bradley!”

 

“Yes Agnes. Now, wash and dry your hands with some of that Sunlight. Make sure you scrub under your nails, girl! And then come and join me at the table. Clean hands are essential for a good cook, and we all know that cleanliness is next to godliness!”

 

Cook takes out some butter, milk and a bowl of eggs from the food safe. Going to her big heavy dark wood dresser she withdraws her Cornishware canister of sugar, some flour nutmeg and salt. She also brings over a fluted flan.

 

“Cor Mrs. Bradley! Are you going to show me how to make your famous soufflé?”

 

“Do you take me for fool Agnes?” She looks incredulously at her scullery maid, who sighs and lowers her shoulders at the rebuke. “You need to learn the basics of plain cooking girl, before I can teach you anything fancy. No! We’re going to make a good, plain, custard tart for Nanny and the children. I’m going to make the pastry, and you can make the custard. Now, do you think you can you break three eggs into that bowl there in front of you?”

 

“Oh yes Mrs. Bradley!”

 

Moments later Agnes is happily and purposefully breaking eggs against the edge of the bowl. Suddenly there is a crack and a plop. Cook looks up from making pastry to see that Agnes has accidently dropped an egg onto the deal tabletop where it has cracked open, the white oozing across the table’s surface. Agnes looks anxiously at Cook and before the older woman can speak, the poor scullery maid starts to cry.

 

“Oh heavens Agnes!” Cook exclaims, dusting off her floured hands on her apron.

 

“Sorry Mrs. Bradly,” Agnes sobs.

 

“Now girl! There’s no need for tears! No use crying over spilt milk, or a broken egg for that matter.” She smiles reassuring across at Agnes. “If I cried every time I dropped an egg, why, the road outside would be running with my tears!”

 

“It would, Mrs. Bradley?”

 

“Yes, girl! Now quick! Go fetch a cloth and clean that up, and then keep going.”

 

The Wickham Place kitchens are situated on the ground floor of Wickham Place, adjoining the Butler’s Pantry. It is dominated by big black leaded range, and next to it stands a heavy dark wood dresser that has been there for as long as anyone can remember. There is a white enamelled sink to one side with deep cupboards to house the necessary cleaning agents the scullery maid needs to keep the kitchen clean for the cook. In the middle of the kitchen stands Cook’s preserve, the pine deal table on which she does most of her preparation for both the meals served to the family upstairs and those for the downstairs staff.

 

The theme for the 14th of August “Looking Close… on Friday” is “eggs”. This tableaux is made up of part of my 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures collection. Some pieces come from my own childhood like the ladderback chair and the milk jug. Other items I acquired as an adult through specialist online dealers and artists who specialise in 1:12 miniatures.

 

Fun things to look for in this tableaux include:

 

The eggs, including the broken egg are all 1:12 artisan miniatures with amazing attention to detail.

 

On Cook’s deal table is a Cornishware white and blue striped bowl which holds the eggs and also one of her Cornishware cannisters. Cornishware is a striped kitchenware brand trademarked to and manufactured by T.G. Green & Co Ltd. Originally introduced in the 1920s and manufactured in Church Gresley, Derbyshire, it was a huge success for the company and in the succeeding 30 years it was exported around the world. The company ceased production in June 2007 when the factory closed under the ownership of parent company, The Tableshop Group. The range was revived in 2009 after T.G. Green was bought by a trio of British investors.

 

Next to the Cornishware cannister stands a miniature Blue Calico milk jug. Traditional dark blue Burleigh Calico made in Staffordshire, England by Burgess & Leigh since 1851. It was inspired by Nineteenth Century indigo fabrics. Blue Calico is still made today, and still uses the traditional print transfer process, which makes each piece unique.

 

On the other side of the Cornishware cannister stands a bag of Dry Fork Four. The Dry Fork Milling Company was based in Dry Fork Virginia. They were well known for producing cornmeal. They were still producing cornmeal and flour into the 1950s. Today, part of the old mill buildings are used as a reception centre.

 

The sink in the background is littered with interesting items. On the left stands an old fashioned draining board which could be removed so that the space could then be used for other purposes. It is stacked with copper pots and a silver metal muffin tray. Near the taps is a box of Sunlight soap and a can of Vim, both cleaning essentials in any Edwardian household. Vim scouring powder was created by William Hesketh Lever (1st Viscount Leverhulme) and introduced to the market in 1904. It was produced at Port Sunlight in Wirrel, Merseyside, a model village built by Lever Brothers for the workers of their factories which produced the popular soap brands Lux, Lifebuoy and Sunlight. Sunlight Soap was first introduced in 1884.

 

To the left of the sink is the food safe with a birchwood broom leaning against it. In the days before refrigeration, or when refrigeration was expensive, perishable foods such as meat, butter, milk and eggs were kept in a food safe. Winter was easier than summer to keep food fresh and butter coolers and shallow bowls of cold water were early ways to keep things like milk and butter cool. A food safe was a wooden cupboard with doors and sides open to the air apart from a covering of fine galvanized wire mesh. This allowed the air to circulate while keeping insects out. There was usually an upper and a lower compartment, normally lined with what was known as American cloth, a fabric with a glazed or varnished wipe-clean surface. Refrigerators, like washing machines were American inventions and were not commonplace in even wealthy upper-class households until well after the Second World War.

Angkor Thom"Great City", located in present-day Cambodia, was the last and most enduring capital city of the Khmer empire. It was established in the late twelfth century by King Jayavarman VII.:378–382:170

 

It covers an area of 9 km², within which are located several monuments from earlier eras as well as those established by Jayavarman and his successors. At the centre of the city is Jayavarman's state temple, the Bayon, with the other major sites clustered around the Victory Square immediately to the north.

Map of Central Angkor Thom

 

Angkor Thom was established as the capital of Jayavarman VII's empire, and was the centre of his massive building programme. One inscription found in the city refers to Jayavarman as the groom and the city as his bride.:121

 

Angkor Thom seems not to be the first Khmer capital on the site, however. Yasodharapura, dating from three centuries earlier, was centred slightly further northwest, and Angkor Thom overlapped parts of it. The most notable earlier temples within the city are the former state temple of Baphuon, and Phimeanakas, which was incorporated into the Royal Palace. The Khmers did not draw any clear distinctions between Angkor Thom and Yashodharapura: even in the fourteenth century an inscription used the earlier name.:138 The name of Angkor Thom—great city—was in use from the 16th century.

 

The last temple known to have been constructed in Angkor Thom was Mangalartha, which was dedicated in 1295. Thereafter the existing structures continued to be modified from time to time, but any new creations were in perishable materials and have not survived.

 

The Ayutthaya Kingdom, led by King Borommarachathirat II, sacked Angkor Thom, forcing the Khmers under Ponhea Yat to relocate their capital southeast.:29

 

Angkor Thom was abandoned some time prior to 1609, when an early western visitor wrote of an uninhabited city, "as fantastic as the Atlantis of Plato".:140 It is believed to have sustained a population of 80,000–150,000 people.

Diesel Electric Boogaloo.

 

Just under two hours after first seeing it near Newberry, BNSF 3908 and company make seemingly less than spectacular time (or really good time IDK what the general time frames are out here, they did sit for two at West Pisgah for a bit). As the Willow Springs, Illinois bound perishable train rounds the curve close to where the tracks rejoin each other for the downhill trip to Amboy (Westbound grade id in the upper right). Only if there was one grinding uphill to put it altogether.

 

Next time....

 

It is a 2.5m tall and 300m long platform which was used by King Jayavarman VII to view his victorious returning armies.

Most of the original structure has disappeared as it was built with perishable materials such as wood. What can be seen today is the ornate foundations which contain many carvings of elephants, hence the name “Terrace of the Elephants”. Главное назначение Террасы Слонов заключалось в том, что она выступала трибуной для короля и его приближенных, а также почетных гостей Ангкор Тома, отсюда они наблюдали за проходящими на Королевской площади церемониями, фестивалями и другими массовыми мероприятиями, проводившимися в городе. По некоторым данным в надстройке к Террасе находился королевский зал для приема гостей.

Посвящена буддизму, построена в стиле Байон.

Сооружена Терраса в конце XII в. в правление Джаявармана VII (Jayavarman VII, правил с 1181 по 1220 гг.), и дополнялась при последующих королях. Работы по очистке территории велись в начале XX в., восстановительные работы самой Террасы – в 60-70-х гг. XX в.

ODC-Tin Can

 

I have a small Pantry off my kitchen and one in the basement. This is the later. I keep a lot of non-perishables down there where it's cool and dark!

Carvings of devatas inside the inner sanctuary of the ancient temple. Preah Khan was a large temple city built in the 12th century, with a Buddhist university and close to 100,000 people dedicated to serve the temple city, with officials, rice farmers, dancers and monks.

 

Perishable materials have long disappeared, now only the stone walls remain, richly decorated with devatas and dancing apsaras. The enigmatic beauty of the carvings is tangible even now, many centuries after the city was reclaimed and swallowed by the jungle.

 

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The concept translates into the archetypical lighthouse conical shape, reduced to its simplest expression and conformed to the lifeguard stand proportions and wrapped in aged wood. The Beacon will act as a temporary drop-off location for non-perishable items such as canned food or clothes.

 

Building upon last year’s participation from OCAD, Ryerson University and Laurentian University, 2017 sees teams from three schools submitting design concepts; University of Waterloo, University of Toronto and Humber College School of Media Studies & IT, School of Applied Technology. Source:https://www.canadianarchitect.com/exhibitions-installations/winter-stations-2017/1003737469/

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In the mid 1960s, there was a daily morning drag freight between Fresno and Roseville that picked up perishable cars along the Stockton Subdivision. Here the train is starting up from a stop at West Modesto after picking up a single mechanical reefer. During this era, perishables were being transported in a mix of mechanical, iced reefers and refrigerated TOFC, and this train typifies that mix. The lead unit is ALCo DH643 9150, one of three hydraulic drive locomotives put together by ALCo with a pair of ALCo 251 engines each teamed with a Voith hydraulic transmission. The domestic traction experiment was offered as an alternative to the maintenance-intensive KM hydraulics, but it did not meet with success. Three of these units were built and they lasted a bit longer than the German-built units. The supporting and venerable B-unit had long ago proven it's worth.

Shot in one of Asia's largest perishable goods market complex located in Chennai, India

M40 near Bishops Tachbrook 15/10/2022

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This is built over the original well of the icehouse built about 1720. Filled in winter from the pond nearby, the straw insulation kept ice and perishable foods during the summer. By Royal edict, the doorways faced north and were opened only after sunset.

 

The yellow house in the background is the De la Plagne Property.

 

Pierre-Paul d’Espiet de la Plagne, who owned this house in the 1740s, was the son and nephew of garrison officers. His kinship ties extended throughout the colonial elite, and he received choice postings around the colony. De la Plagne sometimes used his troops as domestiques in his home. A young soldier called La Fleur who worked at the house later used the knowledge he had and in 1740 he robbed his captain of a few coins. It was not a planned theft, swift discovery and conviction saw the soldier branded and whipped through the streets.

 

The house has a timber frame beneath its siding - only the adjoining storehouse is masonry. There are two chimneys. In houses that were often partitioned into many small rooms, fireplaces meant heat. The location of the fireplaces can give a indication about the comfort of each room.

 

After the first siege of Louisbourg, de la Plagne retired to his estates in southwestern France. His reconstructed home houses an exhibit on the important relationship between the French colonists and their Mi’kmaw allies. Here you can learn about the military and cultural connections between these peoples and about the modern Mi’kmaw community in Cape Breton.

Coming soon, new video work at vimeo.com/tizzycanucci. This is a still from it. Combines video of Non-Perishable by ꓟarina ꓟunter at Berg at Nordan Art, my own rl exhibition and archive film from the 1950s.

M40 near Bishops Tachbrook 17/10/2022

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Poetography - Our word/theme this week is ONCE..

 

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Time is at ONCE the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions. By John Randolph

 

Taken on one of our trips around Mt Hood...

 

Here's another fun photogenic shortline I'd like to visit again, but until then here is a photo from the last time I was there

 

The Juniata Valley Railroad is heading east approaching the Kish Pike grade crossing near MP 1.7 (measured from the junction with the Maitland Branch east of the famed street running) with eight cars for the big Standard Steel mill in Burnham. Leading the train in sharp PRR styled heritage paint is SW900 2106 blt. Nov. 1953 for the Pittsburgh and Shawmut Railroad as their number 236.

 

A bit of history from the North Shore Companies web site:

 

Today, Juniata Valley Railroad is an 18.5 mile short line that interchanges with Norfolk Southern in Lewistown, PA. JVRR delivers commodities that vary from scrap and finished metals to plastics, fertilizer and pulp. The infrastructure is owned by SEDA-COG JRA (Susquehanna Economic Development Association - Council of Governments Joint Rail Authority).

 

The Juniata Valley Railroad was incorporated in 1996 to assume from Conrail the operation of the three branch lines radiating out of Lewistown. These lines include remnants of the former railroads extending to Selinsgrove and to Milroy, and the branch to the West Mifflin Industrial Park. The Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR) had been incorporated in 1846, to construct from Harrisburg to Pittsburgh. Three years later (1849) Lewistown became its first western terminus, and industry quickly developed due to the proximity of the Juniata iron ores.

 

The Freedom Forge at Burnham/Yeagertown had been producing pig iron from these ores since 1795, and was acquired by Andrew Carnegie in 1865. The Mifflin & Centre County Railroad (M&C RR) was projected to build northward through this iron belt, from Lewistown to Milesburg, in 1860. Construction began in 1863, and by 1865 the line extended only 12 miles to Milroy, there being no favorable route northward over Seven Mountains to Milesburg. The PRR leased the M&CC RR in May 1865, and for years handled enormous traffic to and from Burnham Steel Company, successor to the Freedom Forge. The north end of the line was abandoned in segments between 1976 and 1980.

 

Entrepreneurs also projected a line eastward from Lewistown to the Susquehanna River at Selinsgrove and Port Trevorton, incorporating the Middle Creek Railroad in 1865. Despite having constructed some roadbed, this line was waning by 1870. It was reincorporated as the Sunbury & Lewistown Railroad in 1870, opened from Lewistown to Selinsgrove, 43.5 miles, on December 1, 1871, and immediately leased by the PRR.

 

But the traffic was rural and the little line was foreclosed in 1874. It was reincorporated again in 1874 and immediately leased “by PRR interests.” Under PRR control, it served as an important shortcut for moving Wilkes-Barre anthracite westward, avoiding Harrisburg, and for moving perishables to New York markets via interchange with the Lehigh Valley Railroad at Mt. Carmel, avoiding both Harrisburg and Philadelphia. With the industrial decline of the 1950s, the middle of the line was taken up beginning in 1957. Conrail operated the line from 1976 until the Juniata Valley RR became the operator August 19, 1996.

  

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Friday November 13, 2020

Angkor Thom located in present-day Cambodia, was the last and most enduring capital city of the Khmer Empire. It was established in the late twelfth century by King Jayavarman VII. 170  It covers an area of 9 km², within which are located several monuments from earlier eras as well as those established by Jayavarman and his successors. At the centre of the city is Jayavarman's state temple, the Bayon, with the other major sites clustered around the Victory Square immediately to the north. The site is one of the major tourist attractions of southeast Asia.

 

Angkor Thom (Khmer: អង្គរធំ) is the transform name from another alternative name of Nokor Thom (Khmer: នគរធំ), which is believed to be the correct one, due to neglect of calling it in incorrect pronunciation. The word Nokor (Khmer: នគរ, Nôkô) is literally derived from Sanskrit word of Nagara (Devanāgarī: नगर), which means City, combining with Khmer word Thom (Khmer: ធំ, Thum), which means Big or Great so as to form Nokor Thom then being altered to current name of Angkor Thom.

 

Angkor Thom was established as the capital of Jayavarman VII's empire, and was the centre of his massive building program. One inscription found in the city refers to Jayavarman as the groom and the city as his bride.: 121 

 

Angkor Thom seems not to be the first Khmer capital on the site, however. Yasodharapura, dating from three centuries earlier, was centred slightly further northwest, and Angkor Thom overlapped parts of it. The most notable earlier temples within the city are the former state temple of Baphuon, and Phimeanakas, which was incorporated into the Royal Palace. The Khmers did not draw any clear distinctions between Angkor Thom and Yashodharapura: even in the fourteenth century an inscription used the earlier name.: 138  The name of Angkor Thom—great city—was in use from the 16th century.

 

The last temple known to have been constructed in Angkor Thom was Mangalartha, which was dedicated in 1295. Thereafter the existing structures continued to be modified from time to time, but any new creations were in perishable materials and have not survived.

 

The Ayutthaya Kingdom, led by King Borommarachathirat II, sacked Angkor Thom, forcing the Khmers under Ponhea Yat to relocate their capital southeast to Phnom Penh.: 29 

 

Angkor Thom was abandoned some time prior to 1609, when an early western visitor wrote of an uninhabited city, "as fantastic as the Atlantis of Plato".: 140  It is believed to have sustained a population of 80,000–150,000 people.

 

The Poem of Angkor Wat composed in Khmer verse in 1622 describes the beauty of Angkor Thom.

 

Angkor Thom is in the Bayon style. This manifests itself in the large scale of the construction, in the widespread use of laterite, in the face-towers at each of the entrances to the city and in the naga-carrying giant figures which accompany each of the towers.

 

The city lies on the west bank of the Siem Reap River, a tributary of Tonle Sap, about a quarter of a mile from the river. The south gate of Angkor Thom is 7.2 km north of Siem Reap, and 1.7 km north of the entrance to Angkor Wat. The walls, 8 m high and flanked by a moat, are each 3 km long, enclosing an area of 9 km². The walls are of laterite buttressed by earth, with a parapet on the top. There are gates at each of the cardinal points, from which roads lead to the Bayon at the centre of the city. As the Bayon itself has no wall or moat of its own, those of the city are interpreted by archaeologists as representing the mountains and oceans surrounding the Bayon's Mount Meru.[8]: 81  Another gate—the Victory Gate—is 500 m north of the east gate; the Victory Way runs parallel to the east road to the Victory Square and the Royal Palace north of the Bayon. It is around 30 minutes from central Siem Reap.

 

The faces on the 23 m towers at the city gates, which are later additions to the main structure, take after those of the Bayon and pose the same problems of interpretation. They may represent the king himself, the bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, guardians of the empire's cardinal points, or some combination of these. A causeway spans the moat in front of each tower: these have a row of devas on the left and asuras on the right, each row holding a naga in the attitude of a tug-of-war. This appears to be a reference to the myth, popular in Angkor, of the Churning of the Sea of Milk. The temple-mountain of the Bayon, or perhaps the gate itself,: 82  would then be the pivot around which the churning takes place. The nagas may also represent the transition from the world of men to the world of the gods (the Bayon), or be guardian figures. The gateways themselves are 3.5 by 7 m, and would originally have been closed with wooden doors.: 82  The south gate is now by far the most often visited, as it is the main entrance to the city for tourists. At each corner of the city is a Prasat Chrung—corner shrine—built of sandstone and dedicated to Avalokiteshvara. These are cruciform with a central tower, and orientated towards the east.

 

Within the city was a system of canals, through which water flowed from the northeast to the southwest. The bulk of the land enclosed by the walls would have been occupied by the secular buildings of the city, of which nothing remains. This area is now covered by forest.

 

Most of the great Angkor ruins have vast displays of bas-relief depicting the various gods, goddesses, and other-worldly beings from the mythological stories and epic poems of ancient Hinduism (modified by centuries of Buddhism). Mingled with these images are actual known animals, like elephants, snakes, fish, and monkeys, in addition to dragon-like creatures that look like the stylized, elongated serpents (with feet and claws) found in Chinese art.

 

But among the ruins of Ta Prohm, near a huge stone entrance, one can see that the "roundels on pilasters on the south side of the west entrance are unusual in design."

 

What one sees are roundels depicting various common animals—pigs, monkeys, water buffaloes, roosters and snakes. There are no mythological figures among the roundels, so one can reasonably conclude that these figures depict the animals that were commonly seen by the ancient Khmer people in the twelfth century.

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The concept translates into the archetypical lighthouse conical shape, reduced to its simplest expression and conformed to the lifeguard stand proportions and wrapped in aged wood. The Beacon will act as a temporary drop-off location for non-perishable items such as canned food or clothes.

 

Building upon last year’s participation from OCAD, Ryerson University and Laurentian University, 2017 sees teams from three schools submitting design concepts; University of Waterloo, University of Toronto and Humber College School of Media Studies & IT, School of Applied Technology. Source:https://www.canadianarchitect.com/exhibitions-installations/winter-stations-2017/1003737469/

In the autumn of 1999, a pair of class 73s, with 73108 leading 73136 pass Paddock, a few miles north of Paddock Wood with a trip working from Hoo Junction for the Whirlpool distribution centre at Paddock Wood in Kent.

 

Paddock Wood was a long term user of rail in Kent: Transfesa, a Spanish transport company used rail to distribute perishable goods throughout the UK but Paddock Wood was also an inland clearance depot where goods could be customs cleared before onward shipment. For many years while the train ferry operated at Dover a daily trip working conveyed traffic to the terminal direct from the yards at Dover.

 

During the 1980s perishable traffic dwindled but the Paddock Wood warehouse was leased to London Carriers International (which was wholly owned by Philips, the electronics company), acting as a distribution centre for white goods imported from Italy. After the end of train ferry use at Dover in December 1995, traffic was railed through the channel tunnel to Hoo Junction in North Kent from where it was tripped via the Medway Valley line to Paddock Wood, as seen here. Latterly traffic ran direct from Wembley before an abrupt end to traffic in July 2005 when the warehouse burnt down.

Phalsa or Falsa, is a fruit of the tree Grewia asiatica, which is a native of India and other countries like Nepal, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Cambodia and Thailand. It has also been naturalised in Australia and the Philippines. It is a small tree that grows to a height of 15 to 20 feet and bears sour sweet tiny reddish purple fruits which resemble blueberries. The tree fruits during the peak summer months of May and June each year.

 

The fruits are easily perishable and its juice can be prepared to last the entire summer. Also, the fruits are eaten as they are with the addition of a little salt and black pepper.

 

The fruit is consumed for its cooling effect in summer as well as for its other health benefits.

 

The entire tree has various other uses.

 

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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.

 

Today we are in the very modern and up-to-date 1920s kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith her maid’s preserve. Two of Lettice’s Embassy Club coterie of bright young things are getting married: Dickie Channon, eldest surviving son of the Marquess of Taunton, and Margot de Virre, only daughter of Lord Charles and Lady Lucie de Virre. Lettice is hosting an exclusive buffet supper party in their honour at the end of the week, which is turning out to be one of the events of the 1921 London Season. Over the last few days, the flat has been in upheaval as Edith and Lettice’s charwoman* Mrs. Boothby have begun cleaning the flat thoroughly in preparation for the occasion. Things have been so tumultuous that Lettice has decamped and fled to Margot’s parents’ house in Hans Crescent in nearby Belgravia. This leaves Edith with a little more time to do the chores that need doing in the led up to the party, without having to worry about Lettice’s needs.

 

Whilst Edith awaits the arrival of Mrs. Boothby, she takes advantage of the beautiful morning and gathers pieces of silverware from around the flat and sets them up on her green baize cloth in the middle of the kitchen table where a pool of beautiful sunlight pours through the kitchen window. She takes out her tin of Silvo silver polish paste and her cleaning rags and sets about polishing each piece. Taking up one of the tall, elegant candlesticks that sit on either end of the console in the dining room Edith applies the paste with a small brush and then proceeds to wipe it with her cloth, burnishing away any sign of golden tarnish until the piece gleams in her hands. She sighs with satisfaction as she sets it aside where it winks and shines in the sunlight.

 

“A job worth doing is a job well done.” she says quietly as she grasps the next candlestick.

 

Edith is grateful that unlike her previous positions, she does not have to scrub the black and quite chequered kitchen linoleum, nor polish the parquetry floors, not do her most hated job, black lead the stovetop, as Mrs. Boothby does them all without complaint, with reliability and to a very high standard. However, unlike the butler of the townhouse in Pimlico where she held her last position, Edith doesn’t mind polishing silver. She finds it more gratification in seeing the silver pieces shine, whereas for her a floor is just that – a floor. The items she polishes have elegant lines like the Georgian water jug and the Edwardian sugar castor, and in some cases, like the avant-garde Art Deco decanter and goblet set, are artisan pieces purchased by her mistress from the Portland Gallery in Soho. Putting aside the second candlestick, Edith reaches out and picks up one of the goblets from the drinks set. They each have several bands around the cup and have a sturdy weight to them. Applying Silvo paste she starts to hum ‘Look for the Silver Lining’**.

 

“Morning dearie!” Mrs. Boothby calls cheerily as she comes through the servants’ entrance door into the kitchen, a fruity cough that comes from deep within her wiry little body and her footfall in her low heeled shoes announcing her presence just as clearly as her greeting. “Oooh. Someone’s cheery today. Meetin’ a sweetheart this afternoon, are we?”

 

“Good morning Mrs. Boothby,” Edith replies without getting up from her Windsor chair. “No, I’m not meeting anyone this afternoon. I just happen to enjoy cleaning the silver.”

 

The older cockney woman shirks off her long dark blue coat and hangs it on the hook she has claimed as her own by the door. “You what?” Her eyes bulge from her wrinkled face as her mouth falls open in surprise.

 

“I enjoy cleaning silver.” Edith reiterates, holding out the half polished goblet. “See how nicely it burnishes up.”

 

Mrs. Boothby recoils from the proffered goblet with a disdainful look as she turns and hangs her pre-war blue toque up on the hook too. “Nah, just let me rest me weary bones for a few minutes before I start, Edith love!”

 

“There’s tea in the pot by the stove, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith indicates with a movement of her head to the stove behind her. “I’ve only just finished my own so it’s still warm and not too steeped.”

 

“Aah, nah that’s the ticket!” Mrs. Boothby drops her beaded bag on the table with a thud before bustling over to the dresser where she withdraws a Delftware teacup and saucer. “I’m parched after me trip up from Poplar this mornin’! Tottenham Court Road was a sewer of traffic! I swear I’m gonna get ‘it by a crazy cabby or lorry driver one a these days! Now, I’ll just sit ‘ere and ‘ave a reviving cup of Rosie-Lee*** and a fag before I get started.”

 

“What are you going to do this morning?”

 

“Give Miss Lettice’s barfroom a good scrub ‘n polish.” She pours tea into her cup and then walks over to the food safe where she takes out a pint of milk and adds it to her tea. “’Er makeup don’t half leave marks. Lawd knows ‘ow she gets that muck off ‘er face.” She shakes her head in disbelief.

 

“Snowfire Cold Cream.” Edith replies matter-of-factly as she puts aside the gleaming goblet and sets to task on an ornate Georgian lidded serving dish which has been borrowed from Glynes**** silver selection for the soirée.

 

“You know, in my day, a lady what painted ‘er face was, well, a you-know-what.” The old Cockney charwoman’s eyebrows arch over her eyes, wrinkling her forehead more as she gives Edith a knowing look.

 

“Yes, well, this is the 1920s, and some ladies paint their faces now.” Edith starts applying Silvo paste to the crimped edge of the serving dish’ lid. “It’s quite fashionable these days you know.”

 

“Don’t I evva!” Mrs. Boothby utters another barking cough. “It’s indecent the way some girls dress an’ paint their faces nowadays. Not that Miss Lettice is one of ‘em girls. She’s got a bit of class what does our Miss Lettice,” She pauses. “But only just.”

 

“My poor Mum would be horrified if I came home on my day off wearing makeup.” Edith remarks. “She might even take to scrubbing my face rather than the linens she has to wash.”

 

Both women chuckle lightly at the thought as they exchange smiles.

 

“Nah, you don’t need no makeup Edith, love! Youse pretty as a picture, you are, wiv your peaches ’n cream complexion. Youse a right English rose!”

 

“That’s very kind of you to say so, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith blushes awkwardly at the compliment from the old woman and busies herself even harder with burnishing the lid on the green baize before her.

 

Mrs. Boothby starts fossicking through her capacious beaded bag before withdrawing her cigarette papers, Swan Vestas and tin of Player’s Navy Cut. Rolling herself a cigarette she reaches over to the deal dresser and grabs a small black ashtray. Lighting her cigarette with a satisfied sigh and one more of her fruity coughs, she wanders over to the open window with her cup of tea in one hand, the ashtray in the other, and her cigarette between her teeth. She deposits the ashtray and her cup and saucer on the wide window ledge.

 

“You must be the only maid in London, what likes cleanin’ silver, dearie.” she observes as she blows a plume of blueish white smoke out of the window. “How can you get pleasure from cleanin’ somethin’ that’s just gonna get tarnished again?”

 

“Well, don’t you take pleasure from seeing the drawing room floor beautifully waxed, or the bathroom clean?”

 

The wry laugh that erupts from Mrs. Boothby’s ends up morphing into more barking, fruity coughs. “Good lawd, no!” She wipes her mouth with a cleanly laundered handkerchief from her pocket. “It’s the same! No sooner are them floors polished, than some la-di-dah toff comes along wiv their dirty boots traipsing muddy prints all over ‘em.” She shakes her head. “Nah! What I take pleasure from, is the thought of the bunse I get skivvying, and what I’m gonna do wiv that bunse.”

 

“Bunse, Mrs. Boothby?”

 

“Money, Edith love. Money!”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah, it’s the bunse wot get me frough cleanin’, scrubbin’ and skivvying all day, ev’ry day. Do you fink any of the toffs at this party is gonna look at the candlesticks you just polished and fink of the elbow grease you put into makin’ ‘em shine? No!”

 

“Oh I know, Mrs. Boothby. I don’t expect them to.” Edith replies. “But I’ll know. I want to do my job to the best of my ability. Mum always taught me, and Dad too, that any job doing, is worth doing right. If Miss Lettice or any of her friends notice the nicely polished silver, even if I never hear about it, that is an added bonus.”

 

Mrs. Boothby shakes her head in mild disbelief. “Youse too good for any of ‘em, dearie.”

 

“It’s funny you should say that, Mrs. Boothby. It’s what I keep telling Mum about old Widow Hounslow. I told her just the other week that she was too good for her when she told me that she was monogramming the nasty old so-and-so’s pillowcases.”

 

“Like mum, like daughter, then.” the older Cockney woman observes with a long and noisy slurp of tea.

 

“I suppose,” Edith smiles shyly.

 

“’Ere! Thinkin’ of your mum.” Mrs. Boothby points her smoking cigarette end at Edith. “Did she like the teapot you bought ‘er dahwn the Caledonian Markets**** then?”

 

“Oh yes!” Edith deposits the nicely polished ornamental lid onto the green baize. “Of course, she did exactly what I told you she would do.”

 

“Keepin’ it for good?”

 

“She says she’ll use it on Christmas Day when my brother Bert and I are home.”

 

“Well, Christmas Day is as good a day to use it as any, ‘specially if you and your bruvver is comin’ ‘ome. Better use it once a year, than not at all. Eh?”

 

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

 

“Course I’m right.” Mrs. Boothby remarks with a satisfied smile, before taking another loud slurp of tea from her cup.

 

The two women remain in comfortable silence for a little while, each lost in their own thoughts, whilst outside the quiet kitchen, the constant burble of distant London traffic coming Mortimer and Regent Streets and the occasional twitter of a bird carries across the rooftops of Mayfair.

 

“Well, this ain’t gonna get the barfroom done, nah is it?” the old Cockney char remarks at length with a resigned sigh. She stubs out the butt of her cigarette in the ashtray where it is extinguished with a hiss and a final long curl of blueish white smoke. Downing the last of her tea, she thrusts herself forward forcefully, causing another of her rasping coughs to burst forth from within her diminutive frame.

 

“Just leave your cup and saucer in the sink, Mrs. Boothby, and I’ll wash it when I’ve finished polishing.” Edith remarks as she picks up a silver spoon to burnish.

 

“Alight dearie.” she replies. “Ta!”

 

Depositing the cup and saucer as instructed, the char reaches down below the sink to fetch her box of cleaning agents.

 

“When you’ve finished the bathroom, let me know, Mrs. Boothby,” Edith adds. “And we’ll borrow the caretaker’s ladder so we can dust and polish the crystal on the chandeliers in the drawing room and dining room.”

 

“Right-oh, dearie.” she replies.

 

As Mrs. Boothby is about to walk through the green baize door that leads from the kitchen into the dining room of the flat, Edith pipes up, “I do think of the wages I earn too, Mrs. Boothby.”

 

“I should ‘ope so, dearie!” she replies with a smile. “I’s glad to ‘ear it though.”

 

“And why is that?” Edith deposits the spoon and picks up another to apply Silvo paste to.

 

“Cos, for a minute there I fought I was workin’ wiv a bloomin' saint!” Her smile changes, betraying her cheeky nature as her eyes light up. “Gawn!”

 

After the old woman has disappeared through the door with her cleaning box, Edith smiles and starts humming ‘Look for the Silver Lining’ again as she picks up another goblet to polish.

 

*A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.

 

**’Look for the Silver Lining’ was a popular 1919 song written by Jerome Kern, popularised by singer Marion Harris in 1921.

 

***Rosie-Lee is Cockney slang for tea, and it is one of the most well-known of all Cockney rhyming slang.

 

****Glynes is the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds in Wiltshire, the childhood home of Lettice and the current home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie.

 

***** The original Caledonian Market, renown for antiques, buried treasure and junk, was situated in in a wide cobblestoned area just off the Caledonian Road in Islington in 1921 when this story is set. Opened in 1855 by Prince Albert, and originally called the Metropolitan Meat Markets, it was supplementary to the Smithfield Meat Market. Arranged in a rectangle, the market was dominated by a forty six metre central clock tower. By the early Twentieth Century, with the diminishing trade in live animals, a bric-a-brac market developed and flourished there until after the Second World War when it moved to Bermondsey, south of the Thames, where it flourishes today. The Islington site was developed in 1967 into the Market Estate and an open green space called Caledonian Park. All that remains of the original Caledonian Markets is the wonderful Victorian clock tower.

 

This selection of silver for Edith to polish is a little different to what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my miniatures collection.

 

Fun things to look for in this tableau include:

 

All of Edith’s silver to clean are 1:12 artisan miniatures. The pair of candelabra at the end of Edith’s deal table are sterling silver artisan miniatures from Karen Ladybug Miniatures in England. The silver drinks set and tray is made by artisan Clare Bell at the Clare Bell Brass Works in Maine, in the United States. Each goblet is only one centimetre in height and the decanter at the far end is two- and three-quarter centimetres with the stopper inserted. The sugar castor of sterling silver is one and a half centimetres in height and half a centimetre in diameter. It has holes in its finial actually and actually comes apart like its life size equivalent. The finial unscrews from the body so it can be filled. I am told that icing sugar can pass through the holes in the finial, but I have chosen not to try this party trick myself. A sugar castor was used in Edwardian times to shake sugar onto fruits and desserts. Georgian water jug, the salt and pepper in the foreground and the two Georgian lidded serving dishes were made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality and detail applied to their pieces.

 

The green baize cloth on the table is actually part of a green baize cleaning cloth from my linen cupboard, and Edith’s sliver cleaning rag is cut from one of my own old Goddard silver cleaning cloths. The Silvo Silver Polish tub was made by me, and the label is an Edwardian design. Silvo was a British silver cleaning product introduced to market in 1905 by Reckitt and Sons, who also produced Brasso. Silvo has a Royal Warrant.

 

Edith’s Windsor chair is a hand-turned 1:12 artisan miniature which came from America. Unfortunately, the artist did not carve their name under the seat, but it is definitely an unmarked artisan piece.

 

On the left hand draining board of the sink in the background stands a box of Sunlight soap. Produced at Port Sunlight in Wirrel, Merseyside, a model village built by Lever Brothers for the workers of their factories, Sunlight was one of the most popular brands of soap created by Lever Brothers in England. Port Sunlight also produced the popular soap brands Lux, and Lifebuoy. Sunlight Soap was first introduced in 1884.

 

To the left of the sink is the food safe with a mop leaning against it. In the days before refrigeration, or when refrigeration was expensive, perishable foods such as meat, butter, milk and eggs were kept in a food safe. Winter was easier than summer to keep food fresh and butter coolers and shallow bowls of cold water were early ways to keep things like milk and butter cool. A food safe was a wooden cupboard with doors and sides open to the air apart from a covering of fine galvinised wire mesh. This allowed the air to circulate while keeping insects out. There was usually an upper and a lower compartment, normally lined with what was known as American cloth, a fabric with a glazed or varnished wipe-clean surface. Refrigerators, like washing machines were American inventions and were not commonplace in even wealthy upper-class households until well after the Second World War.

Early (1955-59) Pete Pano-ramic cab tractor in Mich about 1960. Neil Sherff photo.

"Play it again Sam" ....

Nun sind wir in Casablanca, aber nicht in Rick's Cafe, das sich aber nie wirklich in Casablanca befunden hat, sondern im Filmstudio aufgebaut worden war.

Wir streifen stattdessen durch die überdachte Markthalle(1919) die alle möglichen Produkte für das leibliche Wohl anbietet.

 

"Play it again Sam ..."

Now we are in Casablanca, but not in Rick's Cafe, which never really existed in Casablanca, but was set up in the movie studio.

We stroll through the covered market instead which offers all sorts of products for the physical well-being.

An ICG coal train waits on one of the running tracks along CNW's Wood St Yard. The train was to be transferred to CNW at 40th St Yard for eventual delivery to the Oak Creek power plant in southern Wisconsin.

 

Wood St Yard was once a produce and perishables yard with paired team tracks and wide concrete driveways. By 1981 it had been converted to an intermodal yard. It is now known as Global 1, and has taken over former B&OCT property to the north.

It's short, it's hot, and way overpowered. It's the ZDLCYP (Delano, CA to Cheyenne, WY Expedited Perishables). The hot trains from the former Railex facility in Delano, to Cheyenne, WY, where the cars are added to a longer perishable train that runs to Selkirk Yard in upstate New York. It's not the long PFE reefer trains that pounded over the mountains during the 20th Century, but it's still living out the long tradition of hauling produce from the Central Valley to eastern markets.

 

(C) 2016 Gerard Blacklock, all rights reserved

and why they are better than shopping trolleys

 

Where ever you drive in Norway there is always some form of water course and sure as another tunnel will come up in the drive there is always a boat moored in teh middle of nowhere. They seem to float about waiting for some to jump in and go somewhere, maybe here, across the fjord to the village...

 

So what does this have to do with trolleys? well these boats are everywhere, like trolleys at my local shopping centre - caution rant ahead - but unlike these nice little boats which seem to be moored anywhere, trolleys left anywhere (except in the designated trolley bay) at the shopping centre are a pita and those who can't be arsed pushing their trolley the 4 metres to the trolley bay deserved to have a thousand trolleys rain down in their front yard :) I do my shopping late on a week night, best time ever, no crowds, no queues and always specials on perishables :) the other night I noticed a couple push their trolley to their car, unload it, leave the trolley immediately behind the car and drive off - it was literally 5 metres to the trolley bay :-/ anyways, sure enough, 30 seconds after they drive off, it was like a magically trolley devil intervention, the trolley rolls back into the car on the other side of the carpark road :-/

 

So, if you go to a shopping centre, be sure to put your trolley in the bay and don't hesitate to put some other clowns incorrectly left trolley in the bay..even better take your kids for a spin in it on the way to the trolley bay (I can't confirm or deny doing circle work in a woolies trolley on the top level ;) )

 

Rant finished - onto the image - heres a nice picture of a fjord with one of the many little boats waiting for someone to go an explore the snowcapped hills. 5 shot panorama.

a few photos before i headed out for the first time since...2018?

We ditched the red necklace before going out.

Makeup by me. It's a perishable skill.

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A tour through the ancient central core of Lamanai will take you to a mask-decorated temple. The exposed mask, and its concealed counterpart at the left side of the stair, is unique in the Maya area because they are cut from blocks of limestone rather than sculpted from plaster over a stone core. The facial features of the masks are clearly related to characteristics of Olmec iconography as seen in the Gulf Coast of Mexico; particularly in the upturned lip and broad nose. The masks are each adorned with a headdress representing a crocodile. This symbol validated the ancient site name recorded by the Spaniards as Lamanay ("place of the crocodile").

 

Construction began on the Mask Temple by 200 BC. This building was modified several times between 200 BC and AD 1300. Beneath the building is a Preclassic temple bearing a plaster mask similar to those found at Cerros (ca. 100BC)

 

Even after the building had been abandoned, the Maya, then living in the southern part of the site, returned to this temple and constructed several small low platforms to support a new stela. During this time, a huge offering of pottery figurine incense burners was made. The temple also contained a tomb holding the remains of a man adorned with jade and shell objects, once accompanied by a great range of textiles, mats, and other perishable objects. Nearby lay a second tomb, of almost the same date, occupied by a woman. The two burials surely represent a succession of Lamanai's leaders, perhaps husband and wife, or brother and sister. NICH

(2013)

 

The spices installation "Campo de Color" ("Colour Field") by Sonia Falcone spreads out like a landscape of sensations and provokes synesthetic perceptions. Sweet blue, fiery red and a bitter gold give off a swirl of fragrances; an intense irradiation of all the qualities of matter. As in its original meaning, aesthetics is in this installation, "Campo de Color", a sensation. Throughout history, spieces have motivated marine exploration and trading routes and here inspire the creation of a new landscape. Falcone covered the floor with hundreds of clay pots filled with cocoa, cayenne, chili, achiote, pepper, cinnamon, turmeric, thyme, mjustard, curry, paprika and more... a rich variety of spices to create a minimalist composition in the colour field style. Unlike the smooth cold, surfaces of North American minimalism, Falcone's visual feast displays reliefs composed of pulverised flavours, as hot as Latin American chinli or as sweet as Oriental cinnamon. While the routes of the spieces linked Asia to the ports of Venice in the Middle Ages, "Campo de Color" completes the cartographic picture by drawing in the palette of flavours from the New World. Landscape, banquet, market and altar; these earthbound elements trigger heady sensations and at the same time recall the body's perishable limitations, the ephemeral nature of sensory pleasure and - ultimately - the fleeting nature of life.

As yet another winter storm moves across the Sierra, bringing with it several additional inches of Sierra cement, Union Pacific's eastbound 'salad shooter' roars across Lower Cascade Trestle with California perishable loads from the San Joaquin Valley.

 

UP 7710 ~ ZDLSKP ~ Troy, California

Union Pacific's Roseville Subdivision

12.13.2015

Steam rice that is placed in bamboo craft asepan and then put on seeng, together with the form of a cover named boboko. After that, the rice is placed in a tray made of wood (Dulang) and stirred rice using pengari and then fanned using hihit.

The goal stirred the rice so that the rice is fluffier and fanned the smoke so it is not perishable. While cooking there is prohibition, which should not be talking or singing while cooking.

 

Taken @Cisungsang, Banten, West Java, Indonesia, Asia, South East Asia

A freshly painted UP AC4400CW, number 6745, pushes on the rear of the ZDLCYP (Delano, CA to Cheyenne, WY Perishables) at the top of Donner Summit. UP 6745 came from the GE factory in Erie, PA, in the spring of 1996. Over 21 years later, the 6745, and her other AC4400CW sisters, still pull thousands of trains a day, without breaking a sweat. Here, at the top of Donner, the 6745 still looks sharp.

Carta (Sibiu County): Cistercian monastery

The city and monastery of Carta are located 43 km from Sibiu on the road to Brasov. Here are preserved the ruins of the Cistercian monastery, one of the oldest and most important monuments of the primitive Gothic church in Transylvania. The Cistercians are a monastic order originating in France and widespread in several countries.

The Carta Cistercian Abbey played a major role in the political, economic and cultural history of medieval Transylvania, as well as in the introduction but also in the dissemination of Gothic art in the inter-Carpathian space.

The monastery was founded in the years 1205-1206 by King Andrew II of Hungary.

The beginnings of the monastery are confirmed with the erection of its first buildings, used, as the Cistercians used it, from perishable materials, that is to say wood. These can be dated with relative certainty between the years 1205-1206.

The stone parts of the monastery will be erected between the years 1220 and the end of 1230. The construction of the monastery was carried out in two main phases of execution, chronologically interrupted by the great Tatar invasion of 1241.

In the first phase of construction, which has stylistic characteristics dependent on the late Romanesque, the general plan of the monastery was drawn, the walls delimiting its inner courtyard being raised to a height of 3-4m above the ground.

In 1260, after the assassination caused by the Mongol invasion in the spring of 1241, construction work will resume under the direction of a new architect, trained in the environment of mature Gothic, and with the contribution of a workshop of stone with an eclectic structure.

By 1300, the church and the eastern wing of the Charter Monastery were completed, with the completion and construction of the southern wing of the abbey continuing for approximately two decades.

The fierce struggles with the Ottomans from 1421 to 1432 and the decline of the order made the church and its monastery a ruin. This also led to its closure by King Mathias Corvin in 1474.

However, the west facade is still standing and above the Gothic portal is a large rose window. The tower attached to the facade was built later, in the middle of the 15th century, and its transformation into a bell tower took place later.

Currently, the monastery no longer has all the original buildings and annexes, many of which collapse. The vaults of the huge church have collapsed and there are only a few exterior walls and two interior beams (south and north). To the south, there is still a single Roman column, and the side ships, according to the Cistercian plan, end in a small square choir. The main ship no longer has a ceiling - in its place is a cemetery in memory of the German soldiers killed in the First World War.

The Reformed Church today occupies only the choir and the apse of the old basilica. The Gothic portal has probably been moved from a side entrance and its profile betrays Gothic influences.

Numerous examples of the tombs of the founders of Cistercian churches allow the existence of a royal necropolis under Carta.

  

Este collar de cuentas de mayólica es una versión duradera de los complejos collares perecederos de flores que usaban los invitados a un banquete. Dinastía 18, reinado de Akenatón, ca. 1353-1336 a.C.(Museo Metropolitano de Arte, New York).

 

This necklace of faience beads is a durable version of the elaborate perishable floral collars worn by banquet guests. Dynasty 18, reign of Akhenaten, ca. 1353-1336 B.C. (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York).

Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.

 

Today we are in the very modern and up-to-date 1920s kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith her maid’s preserve, where she is taking possession of her latest order from Willison’s Grocers, delivered by Mr. Willison’s boy, Frank Leadbeater.

 

“Tinned apricots, tinned pears,” Edith marks off the items written on her list that she telephoned through to Mr. Willison’s on Thursday morning. “Plum jam, Bovril.” She places a tick next to each with a crisp mark from her pencil, the sound of it scratching across the page’s surface. “Tinned cherries. Where are the tinned cherries, Frank?” Edith asks anxiously.

 

“They’re right here, Miss Edith,” he remarks, delving noisly into the box of groceries between the flour and Lyon’s tea, withdrawing a small tin of My Lady tinned cherries. “Just as you ordered.”

 

“Oh thank goodness!” Edith sighs, placing a hand on her chest, from which she releases the breath she has been holding.

 

“Everything is just as you ordered and selected and packed with extra care by yours truly!” Frank pats himself with his cycling cap on the chest as he puffs it out proudly through his rust coloured knitted vest.

 

“Oh, get on with you, Frank!” Edith scoffs with a mild chuckle, glancing up at his charming, if slightly gormless grin before continuing her inventory of items.

 

“It’s true Miss Edith!” he replies, holding his cap against his heart rather melodramatically. “I swear. I packed them up myself. As his most trusted member of staff, Mr. Willison lets me do things like that as well as the deliveries.”

 

“I thought you were the only person he employed, Frank.” Edith remarks without looking up from her list ticking.

 

“Yes,” the delivery boy coughs and blusters, colouring a little at the remark. “Yes well, it is true that I am his only employee, but Mrs. Willison does do the books and his daughter helps out on Saturdays. But I am his most trusted employee, and I’m working my way up the rungs.”

 

“What rungs, Frank? You’re the delivery boy. What is there beyond that? Mr. Willison isn’t going to hand his family business to his delivery boy to run.”

 

“Well no, not yet he isn’t, but I’m doing more and more around the shop when I’m not out on my delivery round, so I’m learning about things over time.”

 

“Things! What things?”

 

“Well, Mr, Willison let me help display goods in his front window the other day. Soon I will be able to add visual merchandiser to my list of skills.”

 

“You’ll add what?” Edith laughs, her hand flying to her mouth as she does to try and muffle it.

 

“Hey, it’s not funny Miss Edith!” Frank looks forlorn and crestfallen across at the chuckling maid. “Visual merchandising. It’s just a fancy term we use for window dressing.”

 

“Oh, do we now?” Edith cocks an eyebrow at him. “Very fancy indeed.”

 

“You may laugh now, my girl,” Frank wags a finger in a playful way at Edith. “But one day you’ll say that you knew me when.”

 

“When you have your own grocers?” Edith sounds doubtful as she speaks.

 

“Well, I could do. Others have. Why shouldn’t I?”

 

“Oh I don’t mind you having dreams, Frank.” she assures him. “Miss Lettice tells me the same.”

 

The delivery boy’s ears pick up and leaning a little bit closer to Edith he asks, “So what’s your dream then, Miss Edith, since mine is so laughable?”

 

“My dream?” she put her hand to her chest, taken aback that anyone should be so forward, least of all the man who delivers groceries from the local up-market grocers. “My dream is to…” Then she glances up at the kitchen clock ticking solemnly away on the eau-de-nil painted wall. “Shouldn’t you be out delivering groceries to your next customer, Frank?”

 

“Old Lady Basting’s cook can wait for her delivery a little while longer,” Frank asserts. “She never has a kind word for me anyway. It’s always ‘stop cluttering up the area with your bike, Frank’. Anyway, she’s terrible at paying her bills. I don’t know why Mr. Willison keeps her as a customer when she always waits for reminders before paying.”

 

“Well, a customer is a customer, Frank, even a late paying one. Quite a lot of cooks of titled families around here do the same. It’s almost like it’s expected that they don’t have to pay on time.”

 

“Expected?”

 

“You know: their right. Their right not to pay on time because that would be acknowledging that money makes business revolve.”

 

“Well it does, Miss Edith.”

 

“I know that Frank, and you know that, but families like Miss Lettice’s, they never like talking about money. It’s almost as if it’s dirty.”

 

“I imagine when you have so much money you never have to worry about it, why would you talk about it?”

 

“I suppose so Frank. Well, that’s it.” She smiles and puts down her notepad with a satisfied sigh. “That’s everything.”

 

“Course it is, Miss Edith. I told you I packed it myself, and Frank Leadbetter won’t ever let you down.”

 

“Well, since you’re whiling away some time, Frank, do you fancy a cup of tea then?” Edith asks with a shy smile.

 

“Oh, thank you!” Replies the young man. “Only if it isn’t too much trouble, mind you.”

 

“Oh it’s no trouble. I’m going to have one myself before I pack all this away,” she waves her hand expansively at the piles of groceries. “I can fetch two cups as easily as I can one.”

 

“I shan’t say no then, Miss Edith.” Frank agrees readily. “Cycling groceries around Mayfair, Belgravia and Pimlico is thirsty work.”

 

Edith goes to the dresser and fetches out two Delftware cups and saucers, the sugar bowl and milk jug which she arranges on the end of the table not covered in grocery items. She places the kettle on the stovetop and lights it with one of the matches from the red and white Webb Matches box that Frank has just brought. Then she scuttles across the black and white linoleum floor with the jug to the food safe where she fills it with a splash of milk, before bringing it back to the table.

 

“One of those Huntly and Palmers* chocolate dessert biscuits wouldn’t go astray with it.” Frank says reaching down to the elegantly decorated buttercup yellow and bluish grey tin.

 

“Ah-ah!” Edith slaps Frank’s hand away before he can remove the lid. “Those aren’t for you Frank, any more than they are me! I’ve got some leftover Family Assorted in the biscuit barrel. You can settle for one of them, if you deign, Mr. Leadbetter, Greengrocer to the best families in Mayfair.” She giggles girlishly and her smile towards him is returned with a beaming smile of his own.

 

“So, Miss Edith,” Frank asks with a cheeky smile as he leans over the box. “What is it you’re making me for my tea?”

 

“You, Frank Leadbetter?” she laughs in amazement. “You have quite some cheek today, don’t you?”

 

“Alright then, if it isn’t for me, what and who are these groceries for?”

 

“What and for whom, Frank.” Edith corrects him kindly.

 

“Is that what your dream is? To teach people how to speak properly, like that chap in Pygmalion** then? What’s his name?”

 

“Higgins, Henry Higgins.” Edith replies. “And no, I don’t. And stop fishing for information not freely given.” She gives his nose a playful squeeze as she crosses her arms akimbo and waits for the kettle to boil. “No, most of this is for a special dinner party Miss Lettice is throwing for friends from Buenos Aires who have come to see the wedding of Princess Mary to Viscount Lascelles***. They want summer pudding,” She tuts scornfully. “In the middle of winter!”

 

“Thus, all the tinned fruits.”

 

“Since I cannot move the seasons to those of the southern hemisphere, yes.”

 

Edith hears the kettle on the stove boiling and pours hot water into the white teapot sitting on the server shelf attached to the right of the stove. Placing the knitted cosy over its top, she moves it to the table. She looks Frank Leadbetter up and down as she does. He stands there, leaning against the deal kitchen table, dressed in dark trousers, a white shirt that could do with a decent pressing, his rust coloured knitted vest and a Brunswick green tie****. She looks at his face. He’s quite handsome really, now she looks at him, with fresh rosy cheeks, wind tousled sandy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

 

“You know what Mrs. Boothby said to me, Frank?” Edith chuckles, picking up the pot and swirling the tea in it before pouring some into both cups.

 

“No!” Frank replies, accepting one cup. “What?”

 

“She thought that I was sweet on you, and that we might be stepping out together.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes really! That’s what she thought. She let it slip a month or so ago.”

 

Frank adds a heaped teaspoon full of sugar to his tea and stirs it thoughtfully. “Is that such a terrible idea?”

 

“What?” Edith asks.

 

“Us,” He indicates with a wagging finger between Edith and himself. “You and me, I mean, stepping out.”

 

“Well,” Edith feels a blush rising up her throat and flooding her cheeks. “No. Not at all, Frank. I was just saying that Mrs. Boothby thought we were, when we aren’t.” She looks away from Frank’s expectant face and spoons sugar into her own tea. “I hadn’t really given it much thought.”

 

“Ahh, but you have given it some consideration, then?”

 

Edith keeps quiet a moment and thinks with eyes downcast. “A little bit, in passing I suppose.”

 

“And what if we were, Edith?” Surprised by the sudden dropping of her title in a very familiar address, Edith glances back at Frank who looks at her in earnest. “Walking out together, I mean. Would that be agreeable to you?”

 

“Are you asking me to walk out with you, Frank Leadbetter?” Edith gasps.

 

“Well, yes, I suppose I am.” Frank chuckles awkwardly, his face colouring with his own blush of embarrassment. “Only if you’re agreeable to it of course.”

 

“Yes,” Edith smiles. “Yes, I’m agreeable to that, Frank.”

 

“You are?” Frank’s eyes widen in disbelief as his mouth slackens slightly.

 

“For a man so sure of his prospects, you seem surprised, Frank.”

 

“Oh well,” he stumbles. “Its not… I mean… I mean I am. I… I just didn’t think you… well… you know being here and all…”

 

“It’s aright Frank. I was only teasing.” replies Edith kindly. “You don’t need to explain.”

 

“And Miss Chetwynd doesn’t…”

 

“Oh no, Frank! As long as my work isn’t interfered with, Miss Lettice won’t mind. She’s a very kind and modern thinking mistress, Unlike Mrs. Plaistow.”

 

“I remember that was where I first set eyes on you, Edith, at her terrace in Pimlico.”

 

“Do you Frank?”

 

“I do.” Frank smiles proudly.

 

The two chuckle and shyly keep glancing at one another before looking away and burying themselves in their cups of tea awkwardly.

 

“Your day off is Wednesday, isn’t it?” Frank asks eventually.

 

“It is, Frank, how observant of you to notice,”

 

“Well, it pays to take note of things in my profession. You just never know when it might come in handy.” He taps the side of his nose knowingly.

 

“Only, I go and help my Mum on my day off.” Edith explains.

 

“Oh,” Frank says defeatedly, then thinks for a moment and adds. “Well, I work Wednesday anyway.”

 

“What days don’t you work, Frank?”

 

“Well, I don’t work Sundays. So, I’m free after church services are over.”

 

Edith laughs, “Well that works rather well then, as I have Sundays free until four.”

 

Frank joins Edith’s laughter. “Sunday it is then!”

 

The pair fall into an awkward silence again.

 

“So, where would you like to go, Edith?” asks Frank eventually, shattering the quiet punctuated only by the swinging pendulum of the wall clock.

 

“Well,” Edith replies after a few moments. “Miss Lettice’s client, Wanetta Ward is starring in a new moving picture called ‘After the Ball is Over’ at the Premier in East Ham*****. We could go and see that.”

 

“Sounds brilliant, Edith!”

 

Edith smiles shyly and blushes again, a sparkle shining in her eyes. “Yes, it does rather.”

 

* Huntley and Palmers is a British firm of biscuit makers originally based in Reading, Berkshire. The company created one of the world’s first global brands and ran what was once the world’s largest biscuit factory. Over the years, the company was also known as J. Huntley and Son and Huntley and Palmer. Huntley and Palmer were renown for their ‘superior reading biscuits’ which they promoted in different varieties for different occasions, including at breakfast time, and as a dessert biscuit.

 

**Pygmalion is a play by George Bernard Shaw, named after the Greek mythological figure. Written in 1912, it premiered at the Hofburg Theatre in Vienna on the 16th of October 1913 and was first presented in English on stage to the public in 1913. Its English-language premiere took place at Her Majesty's Theatre in the West End in April 1914 and starred Herbert Beerbohm Tree as phonetics professor Henry Higgins and Mrs Patrick Campbell as Cockney flower girl Eliza Doolittle. Shaw's play has been adapted numerous times, most notably as the 1938 film Pygmalion starring Leslie Howard and Wendy Hiller, the 1956 musical My Fair Lady and its 1964 film version starring Rex Harrison and Audrey Hepburn.

 

***Mary, Princess Royal and Countess of Harewood (1897 – 1965), was the only daughter of King George V and Queen Mary. She was the sister of Kings Edward VIII and George VI, and aunt of Queen Elizabeth II. She married Viscount Lascelles on the 28th of February 1922 in a ceremony held at Westminster Abbey. The bride was only 24 years old, whilst the groom was 39. There is much conjecture that the marriage was an unhappy one, but their children dispute this and say it was a very happy marriage based upon mutual respect. The wedding was filmed by Pathé News and was the first royal wedding to be featured in fashion magazines, including Vogue.

 

****In pre World War II times, it was unusual for even the most low paid male workers like delivery men to dress in a shirt, jacket, vest and tie. It represented respectability and the drive for upward mobility in a class conscious society. It is where the term “white collar job” comes from.

 

*****The Premier Super Cinema in East Ham was opened on the 12th of March, 1921, replacing the 800 seat capacity 1912 Premier Electric Theatre. The new cinema could seat 2,408 patrons. The Premier Super Cinema was taken over by Provincial Cinematograph Theatres who were taken over by Gaumont British in February 1929. It was renamed the Gaumont from 21st April 1952. The Gaumont was closed by the Rank Organisation on 6th April 1963. After that it became a bingo hall and remained so until 2005. Despite attempts to have it listed as a historic building due to its relatively intact 1921 interior, the Gaumont was demolished in 2009.

 

This domestic scene may not be all that it appears, for it is made up completely of items from my 1:12 miniatures collection.

 

Fun things to look for in this tableau include:

 

All of Edith’s groceries are 1:12 artisan miniatures with amazing attention to detail as regards the labels of different foods. Some are still household names today. So many of these tins of various foods would have been household staples in the 1920s when canning and preservation revolutinised domestic cookery. They come from various different suppliers including Shepherds Miniatures in the United Kingdom, Kathleen Knight’s Doll House in the United Kingdom, Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering and Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The cardboard box branded with the name Sunlight Soap and the paper shopping bag also come from Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire.

 

Bovril is the trademarked name of a thick and salty meat extract paste similar to a yeast extract, developed in the 1870s by John Lawson Johnston. It is sold in a distinctive bulbous jar, and as cubes and granules. Bovril is owned and distributed by Unilever UK. Its appearance is similar to Marmite and Vegemite. Bovril can be made into a drink ("beef tea") by diluting with hot water or, less commonly, with milk. It can be used as a flavouring for soups, broth, stews or porridge, or as a spread, especially on toast in a similar fashion to Marmite and Vegemite.

 

Bird’s were best known for making custard and Bird’s Custard is still a common household name, although they produced other desserts beyond custard, including the blancmange. They also made Bird’s Golden Raising Powder – their brand of baking powder. Bird’s Custard was first formulated and first cooked by Alfred Bird in 1837 at his chemist shop in Birmingham. He developed the recipe because his wife was allergic to eggs, the key ingredient used to thicken traditional custard. The Birds continued to serve real custard to dinner guests, until one evening when the egg-free custard was served instead, either by accident or design. The dessert was so well received by the other diners that Alfred Bird put the recipe into wider production. John Monkhouse (1862–1938) was a prosperous Methodist businessman who co-founded Monk and Glass, which made custard powder and jelly. Monk and Glass custard was made in Clerkenwell and sold in the home market, and exported to the Empire and to America. They acquired by its rival Bird’s Custard in the early Twentieth Century.

 

P.C. Flett and Company was established in Kirkwall in the Orkney Islands by Peter Copeland Flett. He had inherited a small family owned ironmongers in Albert Street Kirkwall, which he inherited from his maternal family. He had a shed in the back of the shop where he made ginger ale, lemonade, jams and preserves from local produce. By the 1920s they had an office in Liverpool, and travelling representatives selling jams and preserves around Great Britain. I am not sure when the business ceased trading.

 

S.P.C. is an Australian brand that still exists to this day. In 1917 a group of fruit growers in Victoria’s Goulburn Valley decided to form a cooperative which they named the Shepperton Fruit Preserving Company. The company began operations in February 1918, canning pears, peaches and nectarines under the brand name of S.P.C. On the 31st of January 1918 the manager of the Shepparton Fruit Preserving Company announced that canning would begin on the following Tuesday and that the operation would require one hundred and fifty girls or women and thirty men. In the wake of the Great War, it was hoped that “the launch of this new industry must revive drooping energies” and improve the economic circumstances of the region. The company began to pay annual bonuses to grower-shareholders by 1929, and the plant was updated and expanded. The success of S.P.C. was inextricably linked with the progress of the town and the wider Goulburn Valley region. In 1936 the company packed twelve million cans and was the largest fruit cannery in the British empire. Through the Second World War the company boomed. The product range was expanded to include additional fruits, jam, baked beans and tinned spaghetti and production reached more than forty-three million cans a year in the 1970s. From financial difficulties caused by the 1980s recession, SPC returned once more to profitability, merging with Ardmona and buying rival company Henry Jones IXL. S.P.C. was acquired by Coca Cola Amatil in 2005 and in 2019 sold to a private equity group known as Shepparton Partners Collective.

 

Peter Leech and Sons was a grocers that operated out of Lowther Street in Whitehaven from the 1880s. They had a large range of tinned goods that they sold including coffee, tea, tinned salmon and golden syrup. They were admired for their particularly attractive labelling. I do not know exactly when they ceased production, but I believe it may have happened just before the Second World War.

 

Sunlight Soap was first introduced in 1884. It was created by William Hesketh Lever (1st Viscount Leverhulme). It was produced at Port Sunlight in Wirrel, Merseyside, a model village built by Lever Brothers for the workers of their factories which produced the popular soap brands Lux, Lifebuoy and Sunlight.

 

Webb matches were manufactured by the match firm Bryant and May. Bryant and May was a British company created in the mid Nineteenth Century specifically to make matches. Their original Bryant and May Factory was located in Bow, London. They later opened other match factories in the United Kingdom and Australia, such as the Bryant and May Factory in Melbourne, and owned match factories in other parts of the world. Formed in 1843 by two Quakers, William Bryant and Francis May, Bryant and May survived as an independent company for over seventy years, but went through a series of mergers with other match companies and later with consumer products companies. The registered trade name Bryant amd May still exists and it is owned by the Swedish Match Company, as are many of the other registered trade names of the other, formerly independent, companies within the Bryant and May group.

  

Lyons Tea was first produced by J. Lyons and Co., a catering empire created and built by the Salmons and Glucksteins, a German-Jewish immigrant family based in London. Starting in 1904, J Lyons began selling packaged tea through its network of teashops. Soon after, they began selling their own brand Lyons Tea through retailers in the UK, Ireland and around the world. In 1918, Lyons purchased Hornimans and in 1921 they moved their tea factory to J. Lyons and Co., Greenford at that time, the largest tea factory in Europe. In 1962, J Lyons and Company (Ireland) became Lyons Irish Holdings. After a merger with Allied Breweries in 1978, Lyons Irish Holdings became part of Allied Lyons (later Allied Domecq) who then sold the company to Unilever in 1996. Today, Lyons Tea is produced in England. Lyons Tea was a major advertiser in the early decades of RTÉ Television, featuring the "Lyons minstrels" and coupon-based prize competitions.

 

The Dry Fork Milling Company, which produced Dry Fork Flour was based in Dry Fork Virginia. They were well known for producing cornmeal. They were still producing cornmeal and flour into the 1950s. Today, part of the old mill buildings are used as a reception centre.

 

Edith’s Windsor chair is a hand-turned 1:12 artisan miniature which came from America. Unfortunately, the artist did not carve their name under the seat, but it is definitely an unmarked artisan piece.

 

To the left of the sink is the food safe with a mop leaning against it. In the days before refrigeration, or when refrigeration was expensive, perishable foods such as meat, butter, milk and eggs were kept in a food safe. Winter was easier than summer to keep food fresh and butter coolers and shallow bowls of cold water were early ways to keep things like milk and butter cool. A food safe was a wooden cupboard with doors and sides open to the air apart from a covering of fine galvinised wire mesh. This allowed the air to circulate while keeping insects out. There was usually an upper and a lower compartment, normally lined with what was known as American cloth, a fabric with a glazed or varnished wipe-clean surface. Refrigerators, like washing machines were American inventions and were not commonplace in even wealthy upper-class households until well after the Second World War.

The last two Krauss-Maffeis in one frame. Pure serendipity.

I was warned in advance by the signature bleaking horn what's coming on from the north into Athens. Plenty of time to arrange the frame with the waiting 23500.

 

A-420 arrived on the evening of June 26, 1997 with a work train while A-414 was trailing the A-324 on overnight 23500 which was carrying everything somewhat urgent such as mail&express plus perishables in white reefers.

Those days Athens Stathmos Larissis was such a nice station. Use full screen view to savour all the little details.

In the background you see Hotel Oscar and Hotel Nana, the railfan's favorites. I checked in at the Nana. A nice cool taverna downstairs just the next door.

Jüdischer Friedhof, Hegenheim, Alsace/ France

UP heritage unit #1996, painted in honor of the fallen Southern Pacific Railroad, leads a hot UP train of cold perishables (figure that one out) east of Nelson, IL.

Variety Farms Inc

Hammonton, NJ

Impressively still on the road, I recall seeing both this and the next Carina parked in the same spot in 2012. I imagine this are a pinnacle of reliability, and probably cost very little to keep going, other than perishables.

Turner is located on the TS just east of Highway 99. In the summer of 1970, "new" power on the Tidewater, in the form of two RS-1's from the Spokane International, replaced aging 70 tonners and loaner WP switchers. The RS-1's expedited long perishable freights to the WP connection in Stockton. TS 746 is making a good 40 mph as it lugs a long train past Turner.

Copyright Susan Ogden

 

Today i partially conquered procrastination....mainly because there is some impending bad weather, which will probably miss me here, but....there is always that but!! i have been coaxed and cajoled to make my EMERGENCY BOX.

 

i had gift cards for Home Depot so i took a drive up island and got the Rubbermaid tub, and began the quest for things on the list for the box. A few packs of antibacterial wipes, hand sanitizer, batteries, flash lights, more batteries, a lantern, bottled water, toilet paper, first aide supplies...candles....a lighter, non perishable snacks....etc.

 

i went over the list and noted that i had to add things to a separate list because there are just some things you cannot get at Homer D! It was then that i noticed that there were key things missing from FEMA’s emergency list. Mainly, alcohol.

 

My thought was that if you are stuck on the island in a hurricane, depending on the size of said hurricane, you might need a coping mechanism to mellow you out....mild hurricane conditions, perhaps some Not Your Father’s Root Beer....a bit more intensity, perhaps a bottle or 2 of wine, or maybe some rum...and if things get to the point of “What ever made me think this was a good idea??” being screamed in a loud and terrified voice you might want to break out the Fireball Whiskey! i am thinking of rewriting this list for FEMA. Duct tape, FEMA, REALLLY!!!??? Duct tape!!!!!???? perhaps a boat and oars would be preferable!!!

They actually had “games” on the list!!! In a CAT 4 who the heck will be calmly sitting there playing a game!!!!!???? Is the duct tape reserved for a CAT 4/5 so you can tape yourself to the house???? if it is to put on windows, you are a little late...that needs to be on there BEFORE you need the emergency box!!!!

 

i am now in search of a NOAA battery operated radio...and maybe a small heater altho i am not sure how many hurricanes happen in January thru February....perhaps a portable stove would be a better option!

 

The part of procrastination that i did NOT conquer today was the “oil change” one...but to my credit, i tried. There are apparently a lot of people on the OBX that are oil change procrastinators just like me, because there were about 6 of them sitting in the waiting room ahead of me....i opted out. Tomorrow is another day.

 

My eyes are on the weather and i am hoping my friends all dodge the bullet. If you are one in the path of the storm...please stay safe...dry....warm....and have your emergency box ready! ;)

With three UP motors in charge, eastbound Q090 rolls out of Defiance and past Hire Cemetery in the golden light of a warm spring evening. This train originates on the west coast and hauls exclusively perishable items, making it the "hottest of the hot" around here.

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The Port of Zeebrugge (also referred to as the Port of Bruges or Bruges Seaport) is a large container, bulk cargo, new vehicles and passenger ferry terminal port on the North Sea.

The port is located in the municipality of Bruges, West Flanders in the Flemish Region of Belgium, handling over 50 million tonnes of cargo annually.

 

The port employs directly over 11,000 people and handles over 10,000 ship moorings annually. Together with the indirect employees, the port creates over 28,000 jobs.

 

The most important functions of the port are:

 

Intense RoRo traffic between the Continent, Great Britain, Scandinavia and Southern Europe;

European hub port for the automotive industry;

Container port with a good nautical accessibility for + 19,000 TEU ships;

Import of Liquefied Natural Gas and energy products;

Handling, storage and distribution of perishables and other agricultural products;

Handling of conventional general cargo and 'high & heavy' cargoes;

Passenger transport;

Organisation of the European distribution via an intricate network of hinterland connections.

  

Here, I was on the Ferry in Zeebrugge, heading back home, when I spotted these powerful cranes in the evening sun, a last effort in the last of daylight.

 

They move containers.

 

Wishing you well and stay safe!

With love to you and thank you, M, (* _ *)

 

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