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I put these photos into the "Denver 1947-50" Flickr album, even though they were all taken in Utah -- because they were apparently taken during the period after my family had moved from Washington out to Denver, where Ray attended college on the GI Bill.
Apparently we visited Ray's parents sometime during that first summer; they had a farm in a very small town called Jensen -- east of Vernal,and near the Green River.
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This is me, at approx 3 years of age, at the (Ike & Mabel) Yourdon family farm in Utah.
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All of the photos in this album are “originals” from the 3-month period that my family spent in Denver from 1947-50 — i.e., the period before I lived in Omaha, Riverside, Roswell, Ft. Worth and a separate stay in Denver in 1951-53 (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives).
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 65+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants. (Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not even track this early home down, let alone take any photos.)
So, what do I remember about the 3 early-childhood years that I spent in Denver? Since I was only 3 years old when we first moved there, the simple answer is: hardly anything. Here are the few random memories that I can dredge up:
1. I don’t think my Dad had even seen the ocean as a boy, but that didn’t stop him from enlisting in the Navy a while after he graduated from high school (there weren’t many other jobs on the Utah-Colorado border in those Depression-era days). He got sent out to the Pacific on some kind of naval vessel … and as it turned out, his ship was behind schedule getting back to home port in Hawaii on the evening of December 6, 1941. The submarine nets into Oahu harbor had been drawn closed, and his ship had to anchor outside … which helps explain why his ship didn’t end up at the bottom of the harbor the next morning.
2. Fifty years later, on December 7, 1991, I happened to be in a big park in downtown Tokyo, surrounded by thousands of young Japanese citizens, cheering as they waved their red-and-white national flags back and forth — waiting for a glimpse of the new Japanese empress, who was being presented to the public for the first time after her wedding. I heard someone near me speaking in English, so I asked him if he thought there was anything special about the 50th anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day. He was polite, but he was also puzzled and confused: he had never heard the phrase before.
3. But I digress … Dad eventually got back to the U.S. and left the Navy in 1947 while stationed in Washington, DC. Like so many of his generation, he decided to go to college, with most expenses paid for by the G.I. Bill. He managed to get into Denver University, and he went on ahead of my mother and me. I vaguely remember that we took the train all the way out there. (I probably don’t remember it at all; but my mother repeatedly told me about some strange man grabbing me out of her arms, and dashing off to the restroom on the train … all I know is that we arrived in Denver safely.)
4. We lived in an old form of military housing, known as Quonset Huts, at the edge of the D.U. campus, and I had a tiny bedroom to myself. I have only a few memories of the place: during the brutally-cold winters, Dad would use a garden hose to fill the tiny patch of grass outside the front door with a sheet of water … which froze, and provided the neighborhood kids with a place to ice-skate.
5. Though it wasn’t a hardship, I do remember that we had relatively little money for food. My grandparents still lived out near the Utah-Colorado border (just south of the small town of Vernal), and once a week they would send a dozen fresh eggs to us, packed in a carefully padded wooden box. We also made our own ice cream, and I’ll never forget the time Dad used some food-coloring to make blue ice-cream. I had no idea that ice cream could be any color other than brown (chocolate) or white (vanilla).
6. During our last year in Denver, I attended kindergarten. I was allowed to walk to school, which felt like it was miles away, across several interstate highways. But there were no Interstates at the time, and it was probably just a two-lane street a few blocks away…
7. At Christmas and a few other times of the year, we drove from Denver to spend the holidays with my grandparents. Not only were there no Interstate highways in those days, but there were also no ski resorts: no Vail, no Aspen. I think we drove on the old highway U.S. 40, and we went through a mountain pass (Rabbit Ear pass?) that was always snow-filled, bitter-cold, and dangerous in the winter. Invariably, Dad had to stop to put tire-chains on the car, a process that entailed much cursing and yelling. But we always got there.
8. Dad went to school 12 months of each year, and got a B.S. in Electrical Engineering after just 3 years, in June of 1950. I was allowed to wear his graduation cape and gown for a few minutes, and I snuck a paper airplane into the huge gymnasium where friends and families gathered to watch the graduation ceremony. We were way in the back, way up high; and I was convinced that my airplane would sail all the way across the gym, if only I could throw it. If only, if only … but I didn’t.
9. Dad must have gotten a job (back in Glen Oaks, NY) right away, and their lease/rental of the Quonset Hut must have ended at about the same time. I mention that only because he drove back East alone, leaving me and my very pregnant mother behind. We lived in a tiny apartment at an old Air Force base at the edge of Denver (Buckley Field?) until July, when it was time for my mother to head to the hospital and deliver my sister, Patrice. Meanwhile, I was picked up by Dad’s older brother, and driven all the way out to Utah to spend a week with my grandparents … before everyone reconnected in Denver, and we took an airplane flight back East.
10. There is probably more … but that’s all I can remember at this point...
To put into historical perspective just how revolutionary this aero bicycle is, you must step back in time to 1984. Virtually all designers in the cycling aerodynamics sphere in the 80s were focused on the bicycle itself and its components. The search was on for "nominal gains". Funny bikes were all-the-rage at this time. Aero bike components were in vogue and getting a lot of attention too. Unfortunately, in the big picture, these improvements provided only modest aerodynamic gains. Conversely, My focus was on the rider, because a rider was responsible for about 80% of their overall wind resistance. It was my hope, that by focusing on the rider, I would have the greatest opportunity to achieve what I call technological exploitation. This is precisely why I focused my research on the object with the most drag. If I could make an improvement to the aerodynamic drag of a rider, it would be a major breakthrough in efficiency. I also have to give credit here to Tony Maier-Moussa, of Assos fame. Like myself, Assos founder, Tony Maier-Moussa was also focused on holistic (overall) speed improvement. Tony Maier-Moussa's game-changing lycra skin suits revolutionized bicycle racing clothing. Assos skinsuits substantially reduced wind drag by fitting tightly and by not flapping in the wind. While other designers of our era were busy chasing modest aero gains, Tony Maier-Moussa and I both made the decision to focus on SUBSTANTIAL aerodynamic gains.
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Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it
Doctor, Doctor, I've got an emergency
It seems I'm head over heels, a case of L-O-V-E
It's like I'm glowing inside
Yeah, a light I can't hide
And if this feeling is bad then I don't wanna be right
What I've got in my soul gives me the highest delight
Oh yeah it's better than drugs
In fact it's sent from above, huh huh
Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it
Family Force 5~ Love Addict
To put it simply, Dankin is a mess. Both elevators are in terrible shape, exposed to the elements with no one to care for them. About a year ago, the elevator in the background lost it's top cupola in a windstorm after it had been just barely clinging on for a while. The former agent's office in the foreground, which belonged to the other elevator out of frame, is in shambles. Pieces of all three structures lay strewn about the place, some bits even having spread about in the farmers field behind like a warzone. A few gas tanks, presumably for the engine that once would have been housed within the office, lay scattered here and there. It's a mess, but it's almost a sort of peaceful one. As if these elevators have done their fair share of work, and are resting now, sleeping.
A pic I took this morning around 4:30 a.m. It was pitch dark outside and I thought the candle looked pretty cool!
The song by CCR.. listen to it.. the saxophone, the drums...and the meaning..ya gotta love it! Long as I can see the light
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yep, it's another one of those collage guessing game things i made years ago and forgot where i put the answers.
this is infinitely easier than the horror movie collages (and i swear i will get those answers up tonight)
I laugh each time I see this photo. A house finch nested in a wreath on our front door so I was able to monitor the progress of gestation.
Absolutely no connection but when I look at this photo the classic country tune by Canada's country crooner Hank Snow buzzes in my head. His 1957 classic "I'm Moving On".
This is not the shot I wanted to keep. A half block up I had him in full view and at the wrong moment a pedestrian stepped in between him and my camera. He was gong down hill on Powell Street and not wasting any time. I wonder where the rest of his bicycle is if he does have a rest of a bicycle?
Put the final touches to this BMW demonstrator X5 F15 NHS RRV using one of 2dmodels white Paragon base models. This particular vehicle ended up as a private ambulance after it was sold off by BMW. The reflective decals are also by 2dmodels but all the lettering, the red window decals and the lower side door ones are all done and printed at home. Light bar and the RHD(still to be fitted) are also from the ever reliable 2dmodels.
Loc 1763 rijdt hier weg vanaf station Putten richting Zwolle. Gelijk aan het einde van het perron kruist het spoor de Stationsstraat, en op de foto rijdt de loc net de overweg op. In de achtergrond Cafe De Oude Deel, wat vroeger het stationskoffiehuis was. Veel reizigers die nog even op de trein moeten wachten nemen hier wat te drinken of halen een patatje of een ijsje in het aangrenzende cafetaria.
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Scottish Highland Games historians believe the shot put originated from the ancient Celtic tradition of "putting the stone" which, according to Scottish folklore, was used by Clan chieftains to help them identify their strongest men for battle purposes. The earliest documented evidence of the tradition can be found in an Irish book titled the "Book of Leinster," which was written in the 12th century and describes the events of the Tailteann Games held in County Meath. One of the events included is stone throwing, but how much further back in history the tradition stretches remains unproven.
“Skylab Expedition 3
“The three of us dreamed up the concept, Bill Pogue put together the description, and Barbara Matelski from the Johnson Space Center Graphics Department did the artwork. We gave our concept to several artists, but none of them came up with a design that delivered the message, so we rough sketched our idea, and Barbara put it together.”
— Jerry Carr, from All We Did Was Fly to the Moon
“The symbols in the patch refer to the three major areas of investigation in the mission. The tree represents man’s natural environment and refers to the objective of advancing the study of earth resources. The hydrogen atom, as the basic building block of the universe, represents man’s exploration of the physical world, his application of knowledge, and his development of technology. Since the sun is composed primarily of hydrogen, the hydrogen symbol also refers to the Solar Physics mission objectives.
“The human silhouette represents mankind and the human capacity to direct technology with a wisdom tempered by his regard for his natural environment. It also relates to the Skylab medical studies of man himself.
“The rainbow, adopted from the Biblical story of the Flood, symbolizes the promise that is offered to man. It embraces man and extends to the tree and hydrogen atom, emphasizing man’s pivotal role in the conciliation of technology with nature by a humanistic application of our scientific knowledge.”
— From the Skylab Expedition 3 astronauts’ calling card
The artwork is very nicely put together, and Matelski obviously takes into account the limitations of the silk screen process used to fabricate the beta cloth patches. Matelski also did the artwork for the Apollo 16 patch.
The Lion Brothers version of this patch has a yellow comet in the blue background around the top of the “3,” which represents the observations of Comet Kohoutek.”
Above at/from Gene Dorr’s wonderful space patch website, at:
genedorr.com/patches/Skylab/Sk04.html
The ‘official’ caption:
“This is the emblem for the third manned Skylab mission. It will be a mission of up to 56 days. Skylab is an experimental space station consisting of a 100-ton laboratory complex in which medical, scientific and technological experiments will be performed in Earth orbit. The members of the crew will be astronaut Gerald P. Carr, commander; scientist-astronaut Edward G. Gibson, science pilot; and astronaut William R.
Pogue, pilot. The symbols in the patch refer to the three major areas of investigation proposed in the mission. The tree represents man's natural environment and relates directly to the Skylab mission objectives of advancing the study of Earth resources. The hydrogen atom, as the basic building block of the universe, represents man's exploration of the physical world, his application of knowledge, and his development of technology. Since the sun is composed primarily of hydrogen, it is appropriate that the symbol refers to the solar physics mission objectives. The human silhouette represents mankind and the human capacity to direct technology with a wisdom tempered by regard for his natural environment. It also directly relates to the Skylab medical studies of man himself. The rainbow, adopted from the Biblical story of the flood, symbolizes the promise that is offered man. It embraces man and extends to the tree and the hydrogen atom emphasizing man's pivotal role in the conciliation of technology with nature.”
put some reponsibility on their shoulders :-) Abigail Van Buren
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little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Put 8 liters of sparkling water, in a small fish tank. Then throw the chili´s into the wate and shoot ... again and again and ag.....after about 150 shots, you take PS2...and mixed it.
Great fun, and lot of work :-)
Alfred Kelfala from the roving Freetown Ebola burial team, puts on his safety suit – ready to carry a corpse for the last time, to its grave for a safe and dignified burial.
Sierra Leone hasn't seen an Ebola case for 42 days – but in this time, all deaths were treated as potential cases, and all corpses were to be given a safe and signified burial to help prevent any recurrence of the disease.
Now the country has come to the end of its 42 day countdown – the time required to be officially declared Ebola-free – the lifesaving work of the burial team is done.
It was one of the most dangerous jobs to take on during the outbreak – but also one of the most decisive in helping prevent the disease's spread.
UK aid supported over 100 burial teams – including Alfred's – to provide safe and dignified burials.
The unsafe burying of bodies was one of the most common ways the disease was being spread at the height of the outbreak – with local customs often meaning families washed down corpses when they were at their most contagious.
Britain co-ordinated the country's safe burial efforts – to prevent further spread, working with Adam Smith International, Sierra Leone's Ministry of Health and Sanitation and other aid agencies to train and supervise the teams on the ground.
No members of the burial teams have been infected - thanks to the careful controls put in place to keep them safe.
Picture: Simon Davis/DFID
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