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This Church of God purchased this former synagogue several years ago and have made several but failing attempts to hide this building's former identity. Their first effort was to put bright bougainvillea in the valleys of the menorah. This is their second attempt at defacing the wall.
«You searched and was rather persistent, it means that you really need it, you made a decision to change yourself and are ready to go to the end. And our job is to teach you how to overcome this path ...» Peter Kender
Lakhta. This small village on the northern shore of the Gulf of Finland, about 15 km north-west of the city, is the birthplace of human settlements on the banks of the Neva. It was in the territory of Lakhta that the remains of a man’s camp of three thousand years ago were found.
In official documents, the settlement named Lakhta has been dating since 1500. The name is derived from the Finnish-language word lahti - "bay". It is one of the few settlements that has not changed its name throughout its 500-year history. It is also known as Lahes, Lahes-by, Lahes and was originally inhabited by Izhora. In the last decades of the 15th century, Lakhta was a village (which indicates a significant number of its population) and was the center of the same name of the Grand-Ducal volost, which was part of the Spassko-Gorodensky pogost of Orekhovsky district of Vodskaya Pyatina. In the village there were 10 yards with 20 people (married men). In Lakhta, on average, there were 2 families each, and the total population of the village probably reached 75 people.
From the marks on the fields of the Swedish scribal book of the Spassky Pogost of 1640, it follows that the lands along the lower reaches of the Neva River and part of the coast of the Gulf of Finland, including Lakhta Karelia, Perekulyu (from the Finnish "back village", probably because of its position relative to Lakhta) and Konduya Lakhtinsky, was granted royal charter on January 15, 1638, to the possession of the Stockholm dignitary, General Rickshulz Bernhard Sten von Stenhausen, of Dutch origin. On October 31, 1648, the Swedish government granted these lands to the city of Nuena (Nyenskansu). With the arrival of the Swedes in the Neva region, Lakhta was settled by the Finns, who until the middle of the 20th century constituted the absolute majority of the villagers.
On December 22, 1766, Catherine 2 granted the Lakhta manor, which at that time belonged to the Office of the Chancellery from the buildings of palaces and gardens, "in which and in her villages with yard people 208 souls" to her favorite, Count Orlov. Not later than 1768 Count J.A. Bruce took possession of the estate. In 1788, the Lakhta manor with its wooden services on dry land (high place) and the villages of Lakhta, Dubki, Lisiy Nos and Konnaya, also on dry land, were listed there, in those villages of male peasants 238 souls. On May 1, 1813, Lakhta was taken over by the landlords of the Yakovlevs. On October 5, 1844, Count A. I. Stenbok-Fermor took possession of the Lakhta estate, in which there were then 255 male souls. This genus was the owner of the estate until 1912, when his last representative got into debt and the nobility was established over the estate. On October 4, 1913, the count, in order to pay off his debts, was forced to go into incorporation, and the Lakhta estate became the property of the Lakht Joint-Stock Company of Stenbock-Fermor and Co.
After the revolution, Lakhta was left to itself for some time; on May 19, 1919, in the former estate of the Stenbock-Fermor estate, the Lakhta sightseeing station was opened, which lasted until 1932. In the early 1920s, sand mining began on the Lakhta beaches, and the abandoned and dilapidated peat-bedding plant of the Lakhta estate in 1922 took the Oblzmotdel department under its jurisdiction and launched it after major repairs. In 1963, the village of Lakhta was included in the Zhdanovsky (Primorsky) district of Leningrad (St. Petersburg).
These are the only possessions of my father that I own. He died in 1974. An 18k gold Schaffhausen, purchased by my grandfather in the 1940's, a prayer book, and in the background, a twin lens medium format Yashica camera, circa 1960.
I took this with my new Nikon D70s and my old Nikon E series 100mm f2.8 lens
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Title: City With A New Look
Date of film: 1960
Physical descrip: color; sound; original length: 19:50
Local call number: V-82 CA174; S. 828
General note: This film gives a look at Orlando in the days before Disney. Viewers see downtown, citrus groves, a cattle farm, the Central Florida Fair and aircraft at nearby air bases. Hotels, motels, apartments, residential areas, schools, churches, community buildings, civic club buildings and recreation (including the city-owned harness racing track) are also shown. Viewers also see the Martin Aerospace plant and other space-oriented companies. The film shows senior citizens working, banks, newspapers, highway construction and the airport. Produced by Wurtele Film Productions; sponsored by Greater Orlando Chamber of Commerce.
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I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naïve candour of a child.
Claude Debussy
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Lakeshore Park, Newark, CA. With 5 chicks to feed, there's a lot of pressure on both parents to provide a steady stream of meals.
Photo of a bee captured via Minolta MD Macro Rokkor-X 100mm F/4 lens. Outside the creative halls of the 494 ∞ Labs. Early May 2021.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-200 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 4700K * Film Plug-In: Fuji Provia 100F * Adaptor: 1:1 Extension Tube
Persistent fog is starting to lose its battle with rising pleasant temperatures as CSX westbound empty ethanol train K677 (Baltimore - Chicago/CN) digs into the hill at Philson as it works its way up Sand Patch in its effort to conquer the Alleghenies. Despite shooting directly into the sun here, I will make do with any train I can given traffic levels can be somewhat sporadic on Sand Patch. With intel that said preferred light eastbounds were few and far between, I did what I could with K677.
Persistent heavy snowfall and about 40cm of fresh snow in the village also make the employees of the municipality of Gosau sweat quite a lot. At the moment, all employees, as well as our mayor, are on permanent duty to cope with the levels of fresh snow. It is good that we can use state-of-the-art technology from HMC and can eliminate the snow masses with small clearing vehicles as well as with heavy clearing vehicles such as the Unimog winter service with four-wheel drive.
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*Anorexia Nervosa is a psychophysiological disorder usually occurring in young women (10% being men) that is characterized by an abnormal fear of becoming obese, a distorted self-image, a persistent unwillingness to eat, and severe weight loss. It is often accompanied by self-induced vomiting, excessive exercise, malnutrition, amenorrhea, and other physiological changes.*
I've received so many secrets involving eating disorders I couldn't keep up. I've listed the ones that blatantly state their secret as so, but I have a feeling that so many of the secrets I have have something to do with the subject:
“Eating makes me cry”
“I have an eating disorder and as much as I want to, I'm too scared to recover.”
“I am bulimic...
if you just did a picture about an eating disorder or something that would be really really cool.”
“I have had Anorexia Nervosa for five years and counting. Maybe five people in the whole world outside of my immediate family know. It has been more like a nagging bug then a problem up until this past month, when it finally progressed enough to where it has limited my life. Other than unimportant things such as bone growth (I haven't grown since the seventh grade, and I'm now in tenth) there really wasn't too much to worry about. But, my body has begun eating away at my muscle, and I am essentially eating myself alive. If it progresses any further, my heart will be weakened enough so that I will be at risk for my heart just shutting down altogether. In the long term, if that doesn't happen, then my other organ systems will be affected enough so that I will die anyways. Anorexia affects virtually every system of the body, including my immune system, which will make me more vulnerable to disease and infections. There is also the fact that I will probably!
Be unable to have children, but that isn't so much of a problem since if I had them at all, I would want to adopt.
That, though. Isn't my secret.
My secret is that I'm not afraid to die. It doesn't scare me at all. What scares me more is getting rid of my disorder.
I know I'm going to die, and yet I still tell the people who know that I'm getting better. I don't want to lie to them, but their happiness means more to me than my own does. And I know that if they knew, it would affect that.
So here I am, telling you, someone who I don't even know. And I'm truly sorry for it. I really am.”
“My secret is that I’m really an 11 year old girl with anorexia :( I just need support which I am getting :D Another secret is I try to be the perfect daughter, friend, and sister. I need to be PERFECT! I weigh at about 89 pounds and I’m 5 foot 0 inches so I’m kind of skinny I guess :(”
"I can't do this anymore. I won't eat. I don't care how small I am, I just have to be perfect."
"I have EDNOS, and my BMI is 26 (overweight) I hate that, its my darkest secret that I'm actually overweight."
"My mothers' obsession with her weight and dieting fuels my EDNOS. I wish she'd wake up and realize that and yet I feel like my "fighting" to stay skinnier than her, which honestly has been for awhile now, it's no longer just about being skin and bones, it's about being skin and bones and being thinner than her. I have to prove to her I can do something right. Is that wrong?"
"The main reason for me ED is not only to lose weight and be thin, but because I have never finished or accomplished ANYTHING in life. I am a failure. and being thin is the only thing I have been able to succeed at. When I binge I fail. When I gain I fail. So being thin is the only answer for me to succeed at something. To tell myself, I have done a good job. Yes, it sounds stupid. But I can't be perfect at anything. As long as I am the skinniest one out of all my friends and family, I am happy. I am happy right?"
I for one can say that weight isn't something that is easy to deal with, let alone fix. I've had problems with my weight since seventh grade, and can sadly say that it isn't something that gets better with time. I can't say that you will ever be happy with how you look, I can't even say that one day you'll realize how perfect you look. All I can say is...well weight isn't the only thing that matters.
Don't let it be something that defines you. Your body is a shell. A temple, but a shell. Treat it and perceive it as so and maybe you'll realize the more important things in life.
You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are PERFECT as you are. And if you believe your body defines who loves you then think again. I may not even know you but I promise you someone out there loves you for you.
I do. That's for certain.
If you want to talk I'm here...I can relate.
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If you have a secret you would like me to use, send me an anonymous message here.
If you want a personal response you can email me at thesecretsproject@gmail.com
I will be completely prejudice free. I promise.
I have had no luck finding a plant growing out of a rock, it's too early for most plants here. So this is a weed growing between the concrete edgers of my garden.
ANSH #8
Though North America is a full month into astronomical spring, the Great Lakes have been slow to give up on winter. As of April 22, 2014, the Great Lakes were 33.9 percent ice covered. The lake they call Superior dominated the pack.
In the early afternoon on April 20, 2014, the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Aqua satellite captured this natural-color image of Lake Superior, which straddles the United States–Canada border. At the time Aqua passed over, the lake was 63.5 percent ice covered, according to the NOAA Great Lakes Environmental Research Lab (GLERL). Averaged across Lake Superior, ice was 22.6 centimeters (8.9 inches) thick; it was as much as twice that thickness in some locations.
GLERL researcher George Leshkevich affirmed that ice cover this spring is significantly above normal. For comparison, Lake Superior had 3.6 percent ice cover on April 20, 2013; in 2012, ice was completely gone by April 12. In the last winter that ice cover grew so thick on Lake Superior (2009), it reached 93.7 percent on March 2 but was down to 6.7 percent by April 21.
Average water temperatures on all of the Great Lakes have been rising over the past 30 to 40 years and ice cover has generally been shrinking. (Lake Superior ice was down about 79 percent since the 1970s.) But chilled by persistent polar air masses throughout the 2013-14 winter, ice cover reached 88.4 percent on February 13 and 92.2 percent on March 6, 2014, the second highest level in four decades of record-keeping.
Air temperatures in the Great Lakes region were well below normal for March, and the cool pattern is being reinforced along the coasts because the water is absorbing less sunlight and warming less than in typical spring conditions. The graph below, based on data from Environment Canada, shows the 2014 conditions for all of the Great Lakes in mid-April compared to the past 33 years.
Lake Superior ice cover got as high as 95.3 percent on March 19. By April 22, it was reported at 59.9 percent; Lake Huron was nearly 30.4 percent. News outlets noted that as many as 70 ships have been backed up in Lakes Michigan, Huron, and Erie, waiting for passage into ports on Lake Superior. The U.S. Coast Guard has been grouping ships together into small convoys after they pass through locks at Sault Ste. Marie, in order to maximize ice-breaking efficiency and to protect ships from damage.
Superior is the world’s largest freshwater lake by area (82,100 square kilometers or 31,700 square miles) and the third largest by volume. The waters average 147 meters (483 feet) in depth, and the basin is believed to hold about 10 percent of the world’s liquid fresh water.
NASA image courtesy Jeff Schmaltz LANCE/EOSDIS MODIS Rapid Response Team, GSFC. Caption by Mike Carlowicz.
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Title: Five of Florida's Finest
Date of film: ca. 1962
Physical descrip: color; sound; original length: 13:27
Local call number: V-91 BA189; S. 828
General note: This film tells about five attractions in the St. Petersburg area: the Aquatarium, Tiki Gardens, Sunken Gardens, HMS Bounty and the London Wax Museum.
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A Pub Story (After the drinking Began)
Anyone familiar with my world in RL knows that a lot of my stories are based on the antics my twin Sister and I do in unique thievery infused role-playing games that we have come up with ever since we were young.
My sister has always felt a delicious urge to dress up in pretty clothes and sparkling jewelry, and an even more intense desire to think someone may want to steal her baubles.
I will argue( and we have had friendly ones over this ) that her drawing me into being a thief to her victim, was the key to me realizing my fondness overplaying the protagonist. Though she harbors thoughts that it may have been the other way around.
So that all being said. On should not be surprised at a recent occurrence at our local riverside drinking establishment.
Hailed as the Poet and Peasant Pub.
Incident at a Pub
Last Saturday I was just well into my 20th straight day of work.
With working 10 hours today(Sat) and have to go in at some point Sunday for 4, then 10 hour days all again next week, I was sure it would be a long while before I’d have any type of personal fun with family or friends, with or without drinking.
But then the Pub, my Twin Sister, and a certain diamond bracelet came to the rescue…
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It was Saturday in my 4th hour of a ten-hour workday that the texts started coming in from my mates to join them that evening for a dart match at the pub.
I didn’t want to, knowing I’d be here until 7 and have to go back in on Sunday. But they were persistent buggers and since the match started late I easily talked myself into accepting the invite.
I made it to the Poet and the Peasant pub at 7:30 just as the first team was up.
It was a rousing time, drinking, eating, and tossing the darts. I even managed to play decently for a change, I;e not missing the board once.
Before I knew it the clock struck 10:00 and my team was still in the thick of it.
Suddenly I was warmly grasped in a bear hug from behind.
Turning I found I was being mugged by my twin sister and …. then by my giggling cousin Michael(Micke)
The two sillies had been out at a dance and had been drinking, before heading to our pub to finish off the evening.
It was a nice surprise to see them there, in more ways than one.
My sister was indeed looking very pretty, wearing her scooped necked velvet dress, with rhinestone trimmings that looked smashing on her.
With her dress, she wore some of her collection of rhinestone diamonds. The set tonight consisting of long earrings, a bracelet, and a cocktail ring.
The decadent bracelet is something special, a real cracker that is dazzling when she wears it.
A five-strand diamond sparkler. The two outer strands were set with stones about 1 1/2 carats in size. The middle strand was set with 3-carat pear-shaped rhinestones. My sister bought it online at a site called Windsor Royal.
And it looked like something royalty would wear, granted theirs would be real and worth a cool million if not more.
Micke was also looking very cute, wearing a long-sleeved satin blouse with ruffles, gold mesh belt, and long black shiny skirt.
She had on wide gold chains, gold mesh earrings shaped like a kite, and no less than six gem-set rings.
Both looked a treat and soon had all us lads buying them drinks, which I believe was the point of my girl's plan for coming dressed like that and not changing after the dance.
Needless to say by the last hours before we had to be kicked out, none of us were feeling any pain.
We had been well into our third and final
Match when I realized the girls, who had been cheering us on, had disappeared
I shrugged it off figuring that they had just taken off for horizons unknown. Though it was a trifle odd they did not say goodbye.
I played my best, but my lads and I were losing the final match
When my last turn was up I plopped down on the couch to watch our final attempts. Merrick, our best player was up. But the odds were against us.
Then from out of nowhere, Micke plopped down next to me, I looked around but no sight of my sister, though I then heard her laughing by the bar in the next room.
Micke had placed her hand upon her raised knee, and I cast my eyes down to relish a look over her collection of sparkly rings.
The sleeve’s cuff of her satin blouse had slipped up, and I realized that there was a diamond bracelet peeking out.
How in the world had I missed that?
As Micke chatted on about something I was only half-listening to, I nonchalantly reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Then without her notice managed to carefully raise the sleeve of Micke’s satin blouse for a better look.
I then realized it was my Twin’s fancy diamond bracelet Micke was wearing?
“Clever girl, how?” I was thinking as I touched the sparkling bracelet and carefully cut into her conversation and commented to her as she looked down at my finger.
“Pretty bracelet....”
“It’s not mine silly twit, it’s Your sister’s !” She answered with a pleasant little twittering laugh
“Oh...” I answered in an open sentence with my best shot at a perplexed look.
Raising her arm and flashing the diamonds set in the bracelet, creating amazing sparkles as it was wrapped snugly around her wrist, she happily confided in me her story.
Apparently the pair, Micke, and my twin sister had been in the loo together to freshen up.
My sister had removed her bracelet and ring to have a wash-up after some of her drink had accidentally spilled on her hands.
On a lark, Micke, who had come up from behind, had touched Sis on the opposite shoulder, and as she turned away, snatched the bracelet up and got away out the door without being caught.
She had put it in and was now wearing it around as a teaser to my Sister.
“No worries luv, I’ll give it back to her at Sunday Service tomorrow.”
Micke told pacifically me, though I had no concerns that she would not give it back.
“The last call” came a friendly command from the pubs’ bar in the other room...
“Come on, “ said Micke, grabbing my arm
Go on ahead Lass. Meet you thereafter this last lad finishes his round
“Let the finale drinking now heavily begin.” She added with a challenge in her charmingly sweet voice as she swished away
I studied her thoughtfully as she disappeared around the corner.
My eyes traveled down the backside of Her shiny blouse and I caught a last look at her swinging arm.
Her sleeve covered the bracelet, but I knew it was there.
That was the problem
For now, feeling confident from alcohol I had an objective that was tickling my fancy.
The only question was how I would achieve it?
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Since Micke with a degree of cleverness had nicked the diamond bracelet from my twin sister, I would try and nick it from Micke.
I meant to acquire the bracelet from Micke and make it home without being caught out by either girl.
I had read in a short story once about a scoundrel who was determined to part a wealthy American lady from the jeweled necklace she was wearing, mainly because she was nieve enough to wear it out in public.
And now in an odd way, I sorta knew what that character had felt.
For me, it hopefully would not prove difficult if I could just manage a way to distract Micke.
I knew the clasp of that bracelet, having removed it from my twin on several of the role-playing thievery games/adventures we do.
Including one a few months back. Her favorite damsel in distress game; a role-play she calls help honey. This we had played about a month ago at the old cemetery around midnight.
My sister had worn a green taffeta bridesmaid gown recently picked up at the thrift.
With it, she had worn a nice collection of rhinestones, including the bracelet. Playing a princess who has been lured away from her prince, innocently not realizing the plot to lead her off was to rob her of the jewels she wore.
That had seemed a long while ago since I had had a bit of play and seeing Our Cousin Micke now wearing that bracelet had whetted my appetite to do some playing again.
My mind raced through a myriad of ideas.
Most of them ran the gauntlet of just silly to outlandish. None were clever.
I knew there was not much time anyway so I unhappily had decided to just shelve the idea.
We also had lost the match ...
I rose as we shook hands, then left to head to the bar for final rounds.
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Now I am writing this at 3 am Sunday, still two sheets to the wind, before heading to sleep.
Laying next to my laptop is my sister's diamond rhinestone bracelet…
The very one Micke had nicked and been wearing around at the pub.
Of course, once the loss is noticed I will be the prime suspect.
But my cell will be off all day at work tomorrow, so they will have all day to wonder and stew over how I did it before I can enlighten them to the fact that l was the thief, and decide whether or not to keep it a secret as to my method if they fail to figure out.
Oh, and let Sis know my ransom demands for its return... something quick and easy like her princess in green taffeta meeting the culprit, at the old cemetery to get her bracelet back.
Anyway, it was truly an inspired moment that allowed me to slip away the lovely diamonds unnoticed from around Micke’s wrist.
And a rather proud one at that, even if my victim was giggling silly drunk at the time.
Please read on as I brag on about it
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After Micke left, my mind was not letting go of wanting to acquire the diamond bracelet I now knew our cousin was wearing.
As the final drinking now heavily progressed, I could tell neither girl’s mind was thinking about the bracelet.
They were concentrating on giving out hugs to anyone buying them last shots. And both girls, dressed as such, were immensely huggable to the lads.
Though I will admit that it was with some protective trepidation that I felt over my sister being on the receiving end.
It was in the middle of this commotion that I saw Micke wrapping her arms around a shot buying lad, the bracelet peeking out from her satin blouse’s sleeve, that I had an inkling of an idea.
With really no thought or plan as to how exactly this would give me a crack at the bracelet, I sprung into action.
I quickly bought two shots.
Told the barmaid,with a wink, to tell my sister hers was from a lad named Shamus and that Micke’s shot was from Merrick
Merrick was alone practicing in the dart room. Shamus was at the opposite end of the barroom.
This would split the girls up, which was the first step.
Giving me the second step of Micke pretty much being separated from the herd.
As for the third step, I was merely hoping there would be one.
I am sure a professional thief would have already had all of the steps figured out, no sweat.
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The plan, however, began to work smooth as silk.
I went and stood next to my Sister and Micke as the barmaid approached us.
The barmaid served the girls their shots, gave them the message (winking back at me), and immediately the two girls split off.
Micke began to scurry, almost tripping over the hem of her skirt, over to Merrick, with me in close tow.
Reaching the surprised lad she grabbed and enveloped him in a tight warm hug, leaning heavily against him.
I reacted without any thought...
It took only seconds but seemed to me far longer.
Seeing no one watching us, I came in from around behind and pressed up playfully against them, with Micke’s hands at my stomach. I could feel her fancy rings digging splendidly into my skin, through the thin white turtleneck I was wearing, as I grasped her arms just above the elbows and pressed into her.
I slipped my fingers ever so nimbly down to her blouse's slick sleeve, and pulling the cuff of her blouse up with my right hand, exposed the shimmering bracelet.
As I held the blouse’s cuff up with two fingers of my right hand, I pressed my thump up into her arm to divert any focus of unusual feelings she may experience around her wrist.
With the diamond bracelet now exposed, it was a simple matter of locating the clasp, with my left hand, wedging my index finger in between Micke’s wrist and the bracelet.
Almost at the same time, I managed to quickly press my left thumb up against the hinge to release the clip and grasp a loose end as it separated ( thanking in my mind pretty Micke for not setting the safety chain).
And “Bobs your Uncle”, I had the fancy diamond-encrusted bracelet she was wearing slipped off from around her wrist and secreted in my pocket, easy peasy as you please. And thank you, Micke.
As I let go of her arm with my right hand, the white satin blouse’s long cuff slipped back down covering up the evidence of my dirty deed.
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That deed was done I talked to Merrick for a few minutes before I rejoined the girls, remaining cool as a cucumber over my secret.
They didn’t suspect a thing. And as I joined in with the final partying before closing, a perfect idea popped into my head.
I had been talking to Micke while over her shoulder watching my sister, and the long sparking earrings she was wearing. Thinking that if they had been real they would be worth a fortune, like her bracelet.
And how any thief worth his salt would have hated to pass them up, or her diamond cocktail ring.
Then it hit me, an idea of how if I was a professional thief, I could trick my sister, along with her diamond earrings and ring, into a trap.
Bloody hell, If I hadn’t to be at work the next morning I would have attempted it.
My idea had been to sneak out the back and using the pubs stationary, leave a note on Micke's car saying
Lady, I have your diamonds. If you wants them back it will cost you. Meet me at the churchyard.
The pair would have fallen into it, curious as to what game I was playing, as well as how I had taken the bracelet.
So when they showed up they would be met by the thief who would then rob the pair of the rest of their jewelry for being so gullible.
What a devious lot we play thieves are!
But it, of course, did not happen. Only the bracelet would be nicked from the fine clothed, pretty damsel this evening.
We all together left at closing.
I gave the girls warm hugs goodbye (inwardly smirking) and watched as they drove off in Mickes Italian made sports car
I turned and took the wooded path that led down to my cottage.
I lit a pipe and happily made my way home, placing a hand in my pocket and fingering the diamonds I had nicked, just because she had been wearing them out in public
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Title: Rey and Jerry Wood Canoeing the Wakulla River
Date of film: ca. 1940
Physical descrip: 6:20; color; silent
Local call number: V-259; BA436
General note: This film shows a couple paddling what appears to be a homemade boat or canoe. According to the film’s intertitles, the couple is Rey and Jerry Wood, “two youthful adventurers paddling their way from California to New York City.” The film shows the pair paddling through the “scenic jungle” of the Wakulla River and into Wakulla Springs. Promoter and expert swimmer Newt Perry dives from a high platform into the spring. He swims to the boat and invites Jerry to take a dip. Jerry removes his pants to reveal a bathing suit and dives in. Newt Perry offers Jerry his diving mask, and they take turns going under water until Jerry returns to the boat, giving thanks and waving goodbye.
Rey and Jerry paddle back onto the river and through lush, tree-canopied areas. Jerry smokes his pipe as they paddle through swampy grasses. The last intertitle reads, “They reluctantly paddle down the river to the gulf and more adventure carrying with them plenty of material for a chapter on the Wakulla Springs in their new book.”
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With the posts leaning every which way it is hard to fathom how this barn still stands.
Near Dunrobin, Ontario
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Title: Mermaid Turtle Race - Weeki Wachee
Date of film: ca. 1963
Physical descrip: B&W; silent; original length: 1.32
Local call number: V-251; AA536;
General note: This silent film shows three Weeki Wachee mermaids putting on fins and heading into the spring to find a turtle. Each mermaid finds a turtle and brings it onto the bank for a race. At the end of the race, the other mermaids congratulate the winner and her turtle.
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Chatwick Chronicles
A Persistent Saga
Intro
The Doctoral Candidate
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From Chatwick SL
The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctoral dissertation:
Light to the shadows of their mind:
Criminal tactics and strategies
Criminology Department .
Chatwick University
Case Study 48
Accounts derived from a series of meetings clandestinely conducted with the subject.
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She had never had interviewed anyone quite like this one, even Angelica!
She was in the twilight of a doctoral thesis that had been in the works for almost three years now. The research she was doing centered on career criminals, trying to pinpoint in her studies of how they operated, trying to establish motives that may have been compelling enough for them to have lived the lives they did. Her conjectures were that by understanding their thought processes, a series of tests could be developed that could be used on younger subjects to determine their rehabilitation attainment perspective.
She had interviewed dozens of career criminals from assorted paths in life. Most of whom had been hardened ,elderly, and had paid their dues, or were in the process of doing so( Prison). It had not been an easy time of it, a rough road of hurt, treachery and deceit, running the gauntlet from muggers, to pickpockets, to burglars, to various other thieves. Gathering information from them, weeding fact from fiction through checking histories, deciding whether or not to use what she had gathered it in her research , testing the results and writing them up! The last 3 years had certainly been a rollercoaster ride, a whirlwind of activity, number crunching, and pages upon pages of notes:. then, amongst all this controlled chaos of her work, He had come into her life
This One had been different. He had contacted her, never revealing exactly why, or how He had heard of her and her project. She had gone into it blind, not knowing anything about the man, what he did, or really even if it was at all relevant to her research. She had only the subjects assurance, through an intermediary( A Priest), that it would be to her benefit to interview him.
She had already made plans to go out that evening when abruptly informed of the time of meeting she had been trying to coordinate with him. She was under the impression that it was a one shot deal, and would not last for more than a couple of hours.
Since she would already be in the city, she convinced her date to act as chaperone, and then they would leave after the interview for their night out clubbing. She had thought nothing of wearing her favorite party dress to the interview. It was a pretty thing, a russet velvet top and bronze taffeta skirt. She had even worn her good jewelry, gold with inset pearls, wearing her long hair down, but tied back so the long earrings of the set could dangle freely.
She remembered clearly the evening of their first encounter; it had almost seemed ominous when she and her companion had pulled up to the address given to her. It was an old lime stoned church, with gothic overlays, the stone darkened black with age. All it needed was a group of villagers with torches and pitchforks to make the picture complete, her friend had joked, but she had not found it funny.
She had gone inside with some reservation, it all seemed too much like something out of a film noir bit of theatre. She remembered thinking that thought as , just before opening one of the old oak doors to the church, as she was brushing back a wisp of her hair, her fingers touching a long pearled gold earring. She also had remembered thinking, as she had been going through her notes weeks afterwards, how much differently she would have approached the interview if she had been aware of the most peculiar nature of the Man waiting inside for her!
She may have given more thought to how she had dressed, if she had known the type of man she was interviewing! But as it turned out, her idea to kill 2 birds with one stone that evening may have been quite fortuitous indeed.
The Priest, vicar of the church, met the two of them as they came into the church. He was a cheerful man in his mid-fifties with reddish hair and beard , complete with a deep Irish brogue and twinkling green eyes, He had had her companion go up into the choir loft, where there were refreshments of scones, tea and/or wine. The good father indicated that once she was situated at the interview, he would join her date in the loft to keep her companion company. This would become the practice with rest of her various escorts from the University; sitting with the Vicar in the choir loft as the priest kept an ever watchful eye on the activities going on below in the nave of his church.
Otherwise the church was deserted, except for Him. She never did meet with Him face to face. They used , appropriately enough, one of the old oak confessionals. Although He could see her through the screen , all she could see was a darkened shadowy figure. Later she would learn that the confessional had a secret door, with a monk’s passage that led out somewhere in the bowls of the catacombs below the church. She was never to find out where it went, came out, or was ever offered to explore the passage by the Vicar.
Her subject possessed a deep, sing-song voice had a light eastern welsh accent, with his carefully selected words spoken crisply, succinctly, and right to the point, very little emotion behind anything he told her. She guessed his age at around fifty,( based on the priests age) and it would always vex her to know if he was that age, younger, or if he was as handsome as he sounded, she had to admit to herself.
He was polite, obviously well educated, and listened to her questions seemingly with deep interest. On her own part she found herself paying rapt attention at what he told her, writing down his words in a note book, using the dim light from the church coming into the confessional doorway way she kept open. She was not permitted to tape the interviews, and she felt compelled to make as many notes as she could.
She had approached the whole affair holding a grain of salt. It could be all something of a hoax, a bit of tom foolery designed to lead her on. She knew of one or two individuals capable of such deceptions, willing to go to such lengths to play with her mind a bit, so it was not totally with a blind eye that she first came into these interviews.
It was quite soon into their first meeting that all her fears of this being a put on were quelled, it was no hoax, the cold reality was that the man on the other side of the screen, authentically was for real. He himself, almost like reading her mind, had been the first to give voice to her secret concerns about it being a hoax. It was first of many times when he appeared to anticipate one of her questions. He was for real, the real Mccoy as an American acquaintance had been found of saying. Her new subject ended up providing her with a wealth of information, and left her with almost as many unanswered questions.
He did not beat around the bush, informing her of what he was without hesitation or regret.
He was a person in a character mold that she had never quite encountered or classified before. An accomplished sleight of hand street Magician, who never made magic a profession; His career instead was that of an expert jewel thief: both a pickpocket and cat burglar, who appeared ( without actually stating) to have arisen to the upper echelons of his chosen field. He never indicated that he had ever been caught, or incarcerated, although it was clear he had not been totally unsuspected. But she had been given an impression that he was now retired, for the most part, and had done quite well by himself financially, albeit, his earnings were tainted( her opinion) by the methods he had employed to accumulate his fortune.
He talked about his life in singular, mentioning only sparsely people he had befriended, including the Irish vicar, or at least one Irish priest whom she assumed was the one present during the interviews. He had mentioned several women by description as lovers and partners, although she had given them different names, she had a strong impression that they all may have been one and the same Lady. She wanted to believe that she, if she had indeed existed, was still a part of his guarded life, and he was protecting her from any possible repercussions of his conducting this interview...
The strange thing was, and as a Psych Major she was unable to fully explain her actions, she found herself becoming enveloped in his story, like she had been almost a player in his escapades. She had never experienced that, not even with the charming female pickpocket, Angelica.
He had given the impression that he had only wanted to be interviewed once, and that there were to be limited questions. But he didn’t follow that course, seemingly encouraging her to ask questions, and it was he, himself, asking her if they could meet again. She had jumped on the opportunity. She found herself looking forward to his interviews, even dressing up for them, even going so far as wearing her pearls on several occasions. He seemed to open up more when she did, and she began to wonder sometimes, as she was alone in her room transcribing the information, if perhaps he saw in her potential prey. It was for this reason that she always took inventory of her jewelry after the interview was over, feeling just a wee bit silly in the process!
And so, sometimes as he talked, she was finding herself secretly hoping he was watching her, maybe even…. Well nothing ever came about anyway of course, she was a professional herself. And he had left her life after that final interview as he had come into it… a mystery man. She later came to the conclusion that it was all because she could not see his face, was unable to see how his eyes moved, his expressions, and so, she had begun invented things from her own deep personal fantasies to fill in the gaps, and despite her training, had begun to allow herself to come under the spell of her own imagination. It would never happen again, she promised herself, in her field of study, it could spell disaster!
So, afterwards, she just concentrated on putting it all together, trying to keep her emotions in check. As an outlet she began to write down some of his narratives, a chronicle of his life as she had been allowed to delve into. She had asked, and from the dark shadows of the confessional, had received his voiced blessing to do so.
The accounts below are derived from those chronicles.
That first meeting, as she had gotten her things together, she had automatically started off by asking him for a first name, he hadn’t answered , and she never did receive a proper one. But then, as she was gathering her things to leave, he had said, in his pleasantly rolling welsh accent;
Luv, just call me Chatwick …..
SEE :
Anatomy of a Jewel Thief
For part Duex of the Chatwick Chronicles
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Persistent snow during summer in the Pyrénées (Port Vieux de Sallent / Col de Peyrelue).
This photo has been shared for the #TwitterTuesday #Patterns [Jan. 20th, 2015].
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Title: Musical Moments at Miami's Seaquarium - Miami
Date of film: ca. 1975
Physical descrip: color; sound; original length: 7:47
Local call number: BA434; S. 828
General note: In this film, a synthesized musical soundtrack accompanies footage of the dolphin, whale and seal shows at the Miami Seaquarium theme park.
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Title: Reflections of the Good Life
Date of film: ca. 1970
Physical descrip: color; sound; original length: 13:31
Local call number: V-67 CA139; S. 828
General note: This film shows the good life in Palm Beach, including all the fun in the sun activities, as well as a giant slide, lawn bowling, ice skating, hockey, roller derby, the pari-mutuels, baseball spring training and polo. Viewers see electronics industries, a research submarine, agriculture, cattle, horses, commercial growing, churches, shopping and Flagler Museum. There are shots of a dune buggy at the beginning and end. The film also shows Lion Country Safari, Norton Gallery of Art and an airboat. Produced by Prout Film Productions; sponsored by the Palm Beach County Development Board.
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First year I have seen this. I saw it before (21st) on a lawn a couple of hundred Metres away.
Under mature Oak Manor Estate Stafford Uk 26th October 2023
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Local call number: FP83182A
Title: Girls competing in a watermelon eating contest on July 4th: White Springs, Florida
Date: July 4, 1983
Physical descrip: 1 photonegative - b&w - 35 mm.
Series Title: Folklife Collection
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"Persistent legend"
Village de Lanslevillard (Savoie - Vallée de la Maurienne)
The dahu (sometimes spelled dahut) is an imaginary wild animal living in mountainous areas, the environment that affected his physical evolution over generations. The existence of dahu is usually mentioned in rural and joke with particularly naïve individuals and citizens unfamiliar with the mountain fauna. (from Wikipedia).
Le dahu (parfois orthographié dahut) est un animal sauvage imaginaire vivant dans les zones montagneuses, environnement qui a influé sur son évolution physique au fil des générations. L'existence du dahu est généralement évoquée en milieu rural et par plaisanterie auprès de personnes particulièrement naïves et de citadins peu au fait de la faune montagnarde. (extrait de Wikipédia).
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