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Written on the card is "Grandmother Sheppard." Otherwise, the card is unmarked. I am almost certain that she is wearing a hair mourning brooch. I own several that are similar. Her dark hair is a black wig.
Classic Game Postmortem: Yars' Revenge
Howard Scott Warshaw | Licensed Psychotherapist/ Video Game Pioneer, Independent
Location: Room 135, North Hall
Date: Thursday, March 5
Time: 11:30am - 12:30pm
Civil War Era Bone Saw: Saw # 1
Full series: www.lindseybest.com/bone-saws-civil-war-era/
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Classic Game Postmortem: Adventure
Warren Robinett | Game Designer & Computer Scientist, Independent
Location: Room 135, North Hall
Date: Thursday, March 5
Time: 4:00pm - 5:00pm
Here is a shot I took while at the hotel where Assunta's prom was held at. I was getting bored as there wasn't much to shoot in the ballroom cause it was too dark. So I went out the hallway and found this dining place for the hotel guests. The buffet table is really nice (they had a chocolate fountain too!) so I went up the stairs and use the not-so-wide-angle-lens of mine, the Zeiss 2/35 to capture the scene. What do you think? Do I need a wider lens for situations like this one?
What really caught me after viewing this photo back on the PC is how beautifully red the buffet table is ! That's usually been the weakness of my other lenses before, the colour saturation is generally poor. Not with the Zeiss 2/35, it is not! This image required very little processing, I only increased the blacks in Lightroom.
Blog update : Assunta Prom Night 2010 postmortem
More from the prom here!
"Classic Game Postmortem: Yars' Revenge
Howard Scott Warshaw | Licensed Psychotherapist/ Video Game Pioneer, Independent
Location: Room 135, North Hall
Date: Thursday, March 5
Time: 11:30am - 12:30pm"
FOUND DEAD.
RETIRED FARMER.
BODY NEAR RAILWAY LINE.
DISCOVERY THIS MORNING,
Mr. Allen John Ross, aged 64, a retired farmer and single man, was found dead this morning near the railway line close to the overhead bridge at Dominion Road.
At 6.20 a.m. in answer to a telephone message Constable Bowley went to the bridge. There he saw two men, who informed him that they had noticed the body of the man on a lawn below a 50ft embankment.
The body was still warm when examined by the constable. There were bruises on the face, and the ground for 25 feet towards the railway line was disturbed. A garden seat was overturned, and it was thought that ths man had seized it in an endeavour to struggle on his feet. Marks on the clothing suggested that he had crawled some distance.
The deceased's effects included a gold chain, a watch and a little over £1 in money.
The body was identified by a brother, Mr. David Miller Ross, of Waitakere. He last saw deceased about a month ago. The latter lived some time at Mont Le Grande Road, Mount Eden. He had complained of bad health, and after effects of influenza.
The inquest was opened before Mr. W. R. McKean, S.M., coroner, and was adjourned for the making of a postmortem examination.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS19330926.2.104
ROSS.—On September 26, 1933, at Auckland, Allan John, fifth son or the late Andrew and Margaret Ross, of Kihikihi. Funeral will leave mortuary or W. H. Tongue, 1, Mount Eden Road, to-morrow (Thursday), at 2 p.m., for Waikumete Cemetery.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS19330927.2.5
MAN'S FATAL FALL
OVERBALANCED OFF RAIL
CHILD WITNESSES ACCIDENT
EVIDENCE AT THE INQUEST
Fatal injuries were suffered by a rotired farmer, Mr. Allan John Ross, aeed 64, as a result of a fall from the overhead bridge in Dominion Road, Mount Eden, about 6.15 a.m. yesterday. Mr. Ross, who was a single man living in Mont le Grand Road, Mount Eden, was sitting on the rail on the Eden Terrace side of the bridge when he lost his balance, falling heavily to a lawn near the railway line passing under the structure.
The accident was noticed by Sylvia Jean Bradcock, aged 11, of 6 Dominion Road, and Mr. P. C. Calkin, of 249 Balmoral Road, saw deceased lying on the grass. He informed the Mount Eden police at 6.20, Constable Bowley proceeding to the scene immediately. When he arrived, Mr. Ross was dead.
An inquest was opened in the afternoon before Mr. W. R. McKean, S.M., coroner. Percival Charles Calkin described seeing deceased lying on the grass below the bridge, and Sylvia Bradcock said she was standing outside her home when she saw a man sitting on the rail of the bridge, facing tho road. He was engaged in rolling a cigarette when his hat was blown backward. The man turned round in an attempt to catch his hat, and overbalanced, falling off the rail to the section below. Witness ran to the bridge and saw the man lying on his back. He seemed to have stopped breathing. Witness then gave the alarm.
Constable Bowley said deceased was dead upon witness' arrival shortly after the police received a telephone message. About 25ft. toward the railway line, from the point where the body was lying, the ground was disturbed and a garden seat overturned, as though deceased had struggled to his feet and pulled it over. The height of the embankment was about 50ft. Deceased's knees showed earth marks, which could have been caused by his crawling to where he was found. The coroner adjourned the inquiry for the report following a post-mortem examination.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH19330927.2.119
CORONER MISLED.
REVISES HIS VERDICT.
CHILD’S UNTRUTHFUL STATEMENT.
AUCKLAND, Thursday. After hearing a statement made by a girl, aged 11, when he re-opened the inquest concerning the death of a retired farmer, Mr Allan John Ross, aged 64, the Coroner, Mr W. R. McKean, S.M., revised his original verdict. Mr Ross was found lying on a lawn near the railway line below the overhead bridge in Dominion Road, and he died shortly afterwards.
When the Inquest was opened, the girl, said she saw a man sitting on the edge of the bridge, facing the road. He was rolling a cigarette, when his hat was blown backward. The man turned round in an attempt to catch his hat, and overbalanced, falling off the rail on to the section below. When the inquest was re-opened yesterday, Senior-Detective S. G. Hall produced a further statement made by the girl, in which she said she did not see the man fall. She heard onlookers expressing opinions as to how he had fallen, and what she had told the police in her first statement was not what she had seen, but consisted of opinions she had heard other people express. When she went home, she told her mother she had seen a man fall from the bridge, and told the policeman who interviewed her the same story, as she was afraid to tell him anything different in front of her parents. “I am very, very sorry for not telling the policeman the truth," she concluded.
“It is obvious from the other evidence that the girl’s statment is untrue;” the coroner said. It was only because the girl was so young that the coroner refrained from taking further steps. As it was, she apparently did not realise the enormity of her offence.
“I was misled at the first inquest by the statement made by this little girl," he added. “It did not occur to me that a child of such tender years could Invent such a story.”
The coroner revised his original verdict of accidental death to read that death was due to Injuries received as a result of falling from the bridge, there being no evidence to show how deceased had fallen.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/WT19331123.2.4
Plot 27: Allan John Ross – Rtd Farmer – Fell from bridge
Agnes Isobel Ross (79) 1951 – Miss
In Loving Memory
of
ALLAN JOHN ROSS
Died 26th Sept. 1933
Aged 64 Years.
Dear History,
For too long have I pondered your meaning, memorized dates of battles, years of servitude, decades of injustice, named eras after movements, mourned the extinction of species, cursed founding fathers, worn vintage suits and cloaked myself with references of your hold on me.
I have walked through museums wondering how it is that greatness had lived and died all before my time. Parts of me feared becoming great because it seemed to include a price of death and a postmortem glory that my memory could never resurrect. I've stared at paintings dying to catch glimpses of the painter, closed my eyes to listen to songs that drunken ghosts dance to, and all the while I've fought to FREE the present to BECOME.
In 1995, I stood with poets in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, barking metaphors at the new moon of the summer solstice wedging words into it's craters, sewing seeds through nightly wind.
In 1996, I forced the ocean back with words, fathered planets, climbed pyramids, and began to decipher the sirens song to conjure the dream-filled Children of the Night.
In 1997, I stood with prisoners in our nations capitol bending bars with the power of thought as wordsmiths served sentences and Hip Hop diddy-dandified itself: stealing golden calves from the Old Testament to smuggle into the lavish crib of Pontius Pilate for it's birthday party
In 1998, I swallowed fear and sun-danced on film reels, projecting a me that had not been into a me that ever shall be.
And HERE I stand, ten years the difference and witness to changing hands.
Dear History,
I beat you. I stand a generator of generations bearing witness to a world that we are holding accountable for past actions. Me and my friends, we're changing our diets, re-inventing marriage, check-mating capitalism, re-defining ethics, replacing cruelty with compassion, and have sworn not to re-elect the sins of the father.
We are casting our votes for so much more than a lesser of evils, but for change, and greater insight, for wisdom out of the mouths of babes, for races that bleed into ONE.
Dear History,
You are behind us and we are no longer looking back. We are standing on the threshold of new times, new days, new worlds, and charging forward without battle cry or trumpet, while cynicism, apathy, and cowardice take their place beside you, behind us.
Dear History,
We no longer believe in you. We have invested our our thoughts and dreams into the present moment and opportunity to shift our reality into one that does not resemble your dog-eared books.
We stand on the shoulders of those who have dared to dream and on the necks of those who have wasted their time and ours proclaiming a past past its prime.
Dear History,
Blitz! It's my turn now. You can have your mounds of flesh, leather boots, cannons and sabers, nooses and guillotines, warships and fighter planes, trails of tears and blood, genocides, dungeons and dragons, ghost stories and fairy tales..........
Come on guys! Help me out! ~ Saul
I thought that I would score an easy home run on this image, since the deceased's full name is included, but I cannot find anything on Richart Farnsworth Fleming. If anyone can provide me with any information about Fleming or the unusual inclusion of knives, swords, and chains--which I feel must be Masonic or evidence of belonging in some other fraternal organization--I would be very grateful.
Don't Just Dream It, Do It: Disney Infinity 2.0 Postmortem
John Vignocchi | Executive Producer, Disney Interactive
John Blackburn | Studio VP, General Manager Avalanche Software, Disney Interactive
Jameson Wang | Director of Retail Operations and Finance for Disney Infinity, Disney Interactive
Gary Pfeiffer | Vice President, Global Brand Marketing for Disney Infinity, Disney Interactive
Jeff Bunker | Studio Art Director, Disney
Location: Room 3005, West Hall
Date: Thursday, March 5
Time: 11:30am - 12:30pm
Don't Just Dream It, Do It: Disney Infinity 2.0 Postmortem
John Vignocchi | Executive Producer, Disney Interactive
John Blackburn | Studio VP, General Manager Avalanche Software, Disney Interactive
Jameson Wang | Director of Retail Operations and Finance for Disney Infinity, Disney Interactive
Gary Pfeiffer | Vice President, Global Brand Marketing for Disney Infinity, Disney Interactive
Jeff Bunker | Studio Art Director, Disney
Location: Room 3005, West Hall
Date: Thursday, March 5
Time: 11:30am - 12:30pm
Another image, made using an iPad and Photoshop Touch, inspired by the jolly theme of Victorian Post-mortem Photography.
Eyaculación Post-Mortem.
26th October 2012,
La [2] de Apolo,
Barcelona.
Supporting Messer Chups.
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Power and Attention - almost three weeks old (28/10/2007)
The book you can partly see is actually the very last work of Curzio Malaparte edited postmortem from not finished manuscript. "Madre Marchita" (Rotten Mother) is a cruel refection on post war Europe - totally Malaparte style. For anybody who does not know him and wishes to read some of his writings I strongly recommend "Kaputt" or "La Pelle" (Skin) for the beginning. I read "Kaputt" at the age of 12 and I am following Malaparte since then with great fascination and admiration. You may not share all of his ideas but it is hard to find brightest mind and more sensitive soul.
Mexico City, 2007
10 MgPx
1812-1868 in Kaltern, Südtirol
Tiroler Mystikerin (mystic), Stigmatisierte
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_von_M%C3%B6rl
Im Juli 2016 eröffnete der Bozener Bischof Ivo Muser das diözesane Seligsprechungsverfahren.
In July 2016 the bishop of Bozen started the beatification process.
Date: 1868
Format: CDV
Photographer: unknown, blank reverse
Location: Kaltern, South Tyrol, Italy