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Fernando Hernández, a Hayward-based educator and artist, has exhibited surrealist mixed media sculptures throughout the Western states. In association with the East Bay Big Read of Rudolfo Anaya's Bless Me, Ultima, Fernando Hernández demonstrated bronze casting techniques at the Hayward Main Library on April 17, 2010. The Big Read is an initiative of the National Endowment for the Arts and the Institute for Museum and Library Services in partnership with Arts Midwest.
Fernando Hernández was born in Mexico City in 1968, and he lived in Mexico until he immigrated to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1984. 1984 is also when he first started making art in a serious manner. He has been a resident of Hayward since 1986.
Fernando Hernández received his MFA from Washington State University in Pullman in 1996 and taught ceramics at California State University until 1998, when he quit to become a freelance sculptor and educator. His mixed media sculptures, consisting of odd, surreal juxtapositions of symbolically charged elements with veiled references to genetics and science have been exhibited throughout the West Coast.
In 1998 he was awarded an Artist in Residency from the California Arts Council. He started working as an educator in local high schools teaching bronze casting and installation workshops. He has continued this work to the present day, often working through grants and in collaboration with local art organizations.
After the residency was over in 2001 he resumed his teaching career by becoming a part-time visiting lecturer teaching sculpture at Diablo Valley College. He currently teaches sculpture at Chabot College.
Starting in 1998 he redirected his artistic efforts towards installation work, often working in collaboration with other artists, students and community groups. The installations, relatively small at the beginning, became more complex over the years. His current and ongoing installation project is called The Columbarium. It is a collaborative project that involves dozens of artists and hundreds of high school and elementary school students.
Originally meant to be a one-time exhibit, Fernando Hernández and collaborating artists have evolved and exhibited The Columbarium more than six times. Although the number of participants and membership of the project fluctuates, it could be said that most participants in any given year have participated in the past. Because of this a small community of friends has evolved that come together seasonally to set up the installation. In 2002 he named this group the East Bay Art Collaborative.
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I read an interesting article on the internets this weekend written by The History Girl. She did a piece on an archaeological excavation of an historic smokehouse in Middletown Township, New Jersey. It is only about 15 miles from me on The King’s Highway. I don’t think the King of England himself ever made it over when New Jersey was a colony, but they sure named plenty of highways after him.
“According to The History Girl,” I told Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring, “This smokehouse is built into the side of a hill on the grounds of the Taylor-Butler Orchard Home. I think I’m calling a mission to visit the site.”
The next morning, Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring and I woke up Little Texas Aggie Bear very early. Of course, it was difficult to wake him up, as it was with all bears. It’s in their nature.
“Get up!” Aggie Ring yelled at the little bear. “We’ve got magic to do. I’ll make a thermos of hot tea!”
Decades of serving in the Regular Army taught Aggie Ring to always take an inventory of his equipment before heading out on a dangerous mission. Aggie Ring called out the checklist for me.
“Let’s see…” said Aggie Ring. “I’ll call out the name of the equipment and you verify.”
“Official looking photographer’s safety vest to throw off the police if we have to break and enter an historic site?”
“Check!” I replied.
“Little Aggie Bear to distract law enforcement or county employees if the vest doesn’t work.”
“Check”
“Compass?”
“Check”
“Camera tripod?”
“Check”
“Toilet paper?”
“Check”
“Collapsable light reflector?”
“Check”
“Camera tripod?”
“Check”
“Bottled water”
“Check”
“Camera, extra batteries, and lenses appropriate for the mission?”
“Check”
Aggie Ring turned to me and announced. “I think we’re good. Time to hit the beach.”
We drove the 25 km up the Garden State Parkway to the historic site. Luckily, the historic home was closed on Mondays and there was no one there to interfere with Aggie Ring’s evil plan. Texas Aggie Ring and I sent Little Texas Aggie Bear on a one-bear patrol ahead of us to make sure the area of interest was secure and to set up perimeter security.
“Don’t crap in the woods!” Aggie Ring yelled at Little Texas Aggie Bear as he was bear crawling towards the general location of the historical smokehouse. The History Girl said in her article that it was “North” of the homestead. That compass on the iPhone came in handy.
After about 10 minutes, Aggie Ring and I didn’t hear any gunfire so we decided it was safe to proceed. Shortly after we entered the heavily wooded area, I mentioned to Aggie Ring, “This reminds me of parts of Central Texas. It’s a damn good thing I’m one of those lucky people not allergic to Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy, Late at night while you're sleepin' poison Ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound”
Aggie Ring and I continued on a North heading being careful not to step on any twigs or branches so as not to give our position away to the enemy.
Eventually, we heard, “Psssst.” It was Little Texas Aggie Bear. He had located the historic homestead smokehouse built into the side of a small hill. “I don’t think anyone is around or saw us.” he whispered.
For an historic smokehouse, it was fairly impressive. According to The History Girl, it was built here into a small hillside circa 1850. There aren’t many of those left these days. The County Historical Association recently received a grant from the 1772 Foundation and the New Jersey Historic Trust to restore the smokehouse to its former smokin’ glory.
A few days earlier, Dr. Richard Velt, a Professor of Anthropology who is also the Chair of the Department of History at nearby Monmouth University conducted some test digs to verify that the foundation of the smokehouse was stable. Texas Aggie Ring looked up Dr. Velt on the internets. “Oh bother.” sighed Texas Aggie Ring. “He obtained his Ph.D. from the University of Pennsylvania. He probably eats Philly scrapple. Still, I suppose that’s better than Trenton, NJ pork roll.”
According to the article on the internets, the foundation is stable and the Dr. Velt also discovered that there was once an underground ice house nearby where they’d store ice cut into blocks from the nearby river to have during the miserable hot summer months to make mint juleps. “Underground ice house?” asked Texas Aggie Ring. “That would be a most excellent location for my Secret Underground Lair which I could use to takeover the world.”
“Where’s the Stargate?” asked Little Texas Aggie Bear.
“Silly bear.” I chided him. “The Stargate is on the other side of the homestead. You can’t have smoke from a smokehouse blowing into a Stargate and onto another planet. That’s just plain rude and one doesn’t want uninvited aliens coming back through the Stargate expecting to be fed.”
Texas Aggie Ring and I put our two Texas A&M Engineering degrees to work and gave the historic smokehouse a good looking over. We took a sensible 100+ photos to document our dangerous mission. The structure itself appeared to be in fairly good shape considering that it most likely hasn’t been used in well over a century.
Aggie Ring said to me. “Well, the lower half of the smokehouse below the roofline appears to be in fine condition. The bricks are going to need to be repointed, of course. The roof is going to need to be totally replaced and a brickmason is going to have to conduct some serious repair along the top of the structure.”
I took a few photos of Little Texas Aggie Bear and Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring sitting upon the wall of the smokehouse strictly for historical purposes. As usual, Aggie Ring taunted the little bear by telling him, “You do know it is still legal to hunt bear in New Jersey during the hunting season. It is quite possible that besides beef and pork, the family who once owned this homestead smoked bear meat.”
Little Texas Aggie Bear let out a yelp and ran towards the car. I’ve never seen a bear so small move so quickly.
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Part of the Question of the Moment bulletin board set, “Would You Rather Watch the Movie or Read the Book First?”
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Tile in the skyway at Metropolitan State University Library and Learning Center that says, "Read."
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Sakharov Prize award ceremony: "Raif Badawi was brave enough to say no to their barbarity"
"Raif Badawi was brave enough to raise his voice and say no to their barbarity. That is why they flogged him," said Ensaf Haidar, the wife of jailed Saudi human rights activist Raif Badawi, accepting the 2015 Sakharov Prize for Freedom of Thought on his behalf in Strasbourg on Wednesday 16 December. Badawi was honoured by the European Parliament for his fight for freedom of speech and thought in Saudi Arabia.
"Raif Badawi is not a criminal. He is a writer and a free thinker"
The chair of this year's laureate, Raif Badawi, was empty as the Saudi Arabian blogger and human rights activist is still in prison.
Badawi is a blogger and an advocate of freedom of thought and expression who was sentenced to ten years in prison, 1,000 lashes and a hefty fine for hosting online posts that were considered blasphemous by Saudi authorities on his website promoting a social, political and religious debate.
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She reads everthing in sight -- poetry, fiction, magazines, biographies -- under the light of that fantastic mid-century lamp. You've got to love that Peter Pan collar and the baubles growing out of her ears, too.
Photo by Tom Collins
1950's
Dallas, Texas
In 1985-86, I worked at Collins Color Lab on McKinney Avenue in Dallas. When I worked there, the lab mostly did prints of huge architectural renderings for firms all over the city.
Located in a turn-of-the-century house that hadn't been updated since Mr. Collins set up shop there in the 50's, the lab contained file cabinet after file cabinet of 4x5 negatives.
One day, Mr. Collins daughter, Beth, who ran the business end of the lab, asked me to help her go through the file cabinets; they were going to purge old negatives to have the silver extracted from them to make way for more room in the lab.
Well, when I opened the first package of negatives, I was shocked. I had expected to see architectural renderings, but instead, I found negatives of Dallas from the 1950's and 60's. Apparently, Mr. Collins spent his early years as a photographer taking photos for businesses, advertising firms, architects, and newspapers.
There were tens of thousands of negatives of this great stuff, and I wanted to keep every single one. However, that wasn't the goal of the project, so I got to work going through every negative in one file cabinet, tossing 98% of them in a trash bag to be taken for extraction. It was a painful job to do.
While we were going through the negatives, I did ask Beth if I could keep some that I really liked, and she agreed, which is how I ended up with these.
I have about 40 negatives and, at one time, made contact sheets of all of them. Today, I found two of the contact sheets, which I've cropped and posted here. They aren't in the best shape, but I've never been able to find an enlarger that takes 4x5 negatives, so I've been out of luck making actual prints of any of these. So, for now, the contact sheets will have to suffice.
The Collins Color Lab stayed in business for several years after I left, but it finally closed when Mr. Collins died. Now, the building has been lovingly restored and is an art gallery.
I'm happy to say that a large part of Mr. Collins' photos/negatives were donated to the Dallas Historical Society, and you can view some of his great work here:
www.dallashistory.org/history/dallas/freezette.htm
His photos are scattered throughout the site, so you'll have to look around.
All Saints, Hitcham, Suffolk
If you don't know mid-Suffolk, you may well be surprised by the hills which roll across the space between Stowmarket and Hadleigh, as if this was not East Anglia at all. In this remotest part of the county, miles from the nearest town, villages take on a self-sufficient air, and Hitcham is the largest of them. Its church, All Saints, sits high in a wide open churchyard on the outskirts of the village. The house opposite the entrance to the graveyard was the medieval guild hall. This is a big church, and was once the centre of one of the county's largest parishes. It was the Priory of Ely's most valuable living in the whole of the county, worth twice as much as any other, and was therefore bestowed on favoured clerics.
This situation continued when the patronage was taken over by the state after the Reformation, and to be made rector of Hitcham remained a desirable appointment well into the 20th Century. As the excellent guidebook notes, some rectors of this parish achieved fame and influence. Take Adam Easton, for instance. In the 14th Century, he was made a cardinal while still rector here. However, as he was also Archdeacon of Shetland, Orkney and Dorset, as well as Prior of Saint Agnes at Ferrara in Italy and the personal secretary to Pope Urban VI, one assumes that he didn't spend a lot of his time on parish business. His successor John Bremore was the personal secretary to the antipope John XXIII at Avignon, so presumably he didn't live in the parish either.
John Whytewell, Rector throughout the Reformation, was chaplain to Thomas Cranmer, although, unlike that stubborn character, he received a royal pardon from Mary. Coming forward to the 17th Century, Laurence Bretton was a solid Laudian, ensuring his inevitable removal by the Puritans as a scandalous minister (for which, read 'liberal intellectual'). His successor, Miles Burket, had also been a Laudian, but in a Vicar of Bray fashion he became the Puritan preacher here, and died in poverty after the Restoration.
Mostly, the Rectors here seem to have been a jolly lot. John Matters, in the first decades of the 19th century, was famous for his befriending of, and care for, the poor of the parish, matched only by his neglect of his ecclesiastical duty. He is quoted in the guide as having a favourite saying: He that drinks strong beer, and goes to bed quite mellow, lives as he ought, and dies a hearty fellow. And his successor was Hitcham's most famous rector of all, but we'll come back to him in a minute.
Hitcham was not home to a great landed family, so it was the power and wealth of Ely priory that built this church. It is a grand affair, entirely rebuilt in the 14th and 15th centuries. One look tells you that this was not a piecemeal building. Mortlock observes that the grand flushwork porch is very like the one at neighbouring Bildeston, but it does not seem so imposing here against this big building. There is a very odd stop on the 15th century doorway. The one on the left is a lion, but on the right there appears to be a wild man and a tree surrounded by a picket fence.
At first sight, the interior is slightly disappointing. Large and plain, it is as if it had been scraped clean by Miles Burket's cronies, perhaps in reaction to the incumbency of Laurence Bretton. The brick floors are attractive, and the fine 14th century aches of the arcades reach right up into the clerestory, but the heavy Victorian woodwork gives it all a sombre feel.
The hammerbeam roof was rebuilt after the Reformation, and includes lots of unfamiliar secular imagery, the heraldry of the State. However, there is some dispute about exactly when this happened, why, and how much was renewed. The arms of both James I and Charles I are here, giving a date in the first third of the 17th century, but the pineapple pendants appear more recent. At the west end, however, there are a couple of secretive green men on the hammer beam ends, which must be from an earlier age. One theory suggests that the roof was repaired in a hurry after a fire, and then beautified later.
The chancel is a 19th century rebuilding (a photograph of this event, which used to be at the west end, is rather alarming, like a gap-toothed Madonna) and it is evidence of the Anglo-catholic enthusiasm of Alexander Grant, Rector for the last 40 years of the 19th Century. At nearby Kettlebaston, this enthusiasm was realised by the Vicar there in the form of a gorgeous little shrine, but here, something more grandiloquent was intended. Hence the five steps up to the chancel, and two more up to the sanctuary, representative of the seven sacraments of the Catholic Church, and familiar from 19th century London Anglo-catholic churches. There is no evidence that Anglo-catholicism ever took such a firm foothold here, though.
The chancel is so grand, some visitors must easily overlook the remains of the rood screen. Only the dado survives, but it is worth a look because instead of saints the panels depict angels holding the instruments of the Passion. Something similar can be seen at Blundeston in the north of the county, and there are also angels on the screen at Southwold of course. Not surprisingly, they were vandalised by the 16th century reformers. What is more surprising is that they have survived at all. Presumably they were moved to their present position at the time of the 19th century reordering, but when Arthur Mee came here in the 1930s, he could barely discern them as figures, and thought them saints. So they've been restored, probably under the influence of Munro Cautley when he was diocesan architect.
In such a wealthy parish, perhaps it is not surprising that little else medieval survives. The converse of this, of course, that the restoration of this church has generally provided work of quality. Although the benches are heavy, they do carry several bench ends which are probably the work of the great Ipswich woodcarver Henry Ringham. The best are the four evangelistic symbols towards the front. In fact, the guidebook suggests that the benches were removed from the church towards the end of the 19th century and replaced with chairs as at Rattlesden and Kettlebaston, only to be returned at the behest of the eccentric and splendidly-named Maxwell Maxwell-Gumbleton, who was jointly Bishop of Dunwich and Rector of Hitcham in the 1930s and 1940s. Maxwell-Gumbleton had a Bishop's throne built, which he installed in the chancel. It must have given his parishioners something to think about. It is still there today, and is replicated in slightly more modest form by the churchwardens' seats at the west end. Maxwell-Gumbleton's also are the George VI coat of arms, dated 1937, and a lovely modern font cover, given as a memorial.
From an earlier age are the very elaborate brass inlay in front of the sanctuary, and the mid-17th century memorial to a Waldegrave in the north aisle, more austere than it would have been twenty years before or after. In the south aisle there is a copy of the Adoration of the Magi by Rubens, which is in Kings College Chapel. At first, I couldn't work out why it looks a little odd, and then it hit me - it is in reverse.
Many years ago, I chatted with a churchwarden here, and she told me tha, although 42 men in this parish lost their lives in the first world war, only 28 of them are remembered on the war memorial here. She suggested that this was perhaps because the others were from chapel families, or perhaps the families had moved away before the memorial was installed. Whatever, it gave me pause for thought, for if a similar situation exists in other parishes, then we may assume that many hundreds of people who gave their lives have, in fact, been forgotten.
But one name stands out in this parish as forever being associated with it. You might overlook the simple memorial in the chancel by Thomas Woolner, and you'll certainly miss the little memorial plaque above the door as you came in, but both are worth a look because they both remember the same person, the great John Stevens Henslow.
Henslow was a remarkable man by anyone's standards. He was Regius Professor of Botany at Cambridge University in the 1830s, and was looked on with enough favour to secure the lucrative Hitcham rectorship. However, rather than send a poorly-paid curate to do his work for him, which would have been the usual early 19th century Trollopeian way, he followed in John Manner's footsteps, and came to Hitcham himself.
It is hard now to imagine what a contrast this remote place must have been with cosmopolitan Cambridge, barely 40 miles away. Henslow wrote in his diary that he had come to "a woefully neglected parish, where the inhabitants, with regard to food and clothing and the means of observing the decencies of life, were far below the average scale of the peasant class in England." It is recorded that his first congregation here in this vast space was insufficient to fill one pew.
Over the course of the next 25 years, he turned his parish upside down, applying his scientific knowledge to the antiquated and conservative farming methods of the local farmers. He increased their prosperity, and that of the poor farm labourers. He started a school, and an institute of adult education. He led outings through the local countryside, and would sometimes take the whole parish on the train to London, including one trip to the great Exhibition of 1851 in Hyde Park. It was said that the entire village emptied on these occasions, travelling by cart and on foot to Stowmarket railway station, and then on to London.
"Everyone is to be in good humour", he told his parishioners, "accommodating to all, and especially attentive to the ladies of the party. If the weather should prove unpropitious, every one is to make the best of it, and not to complain more than he can possibly help."
It is said that, on holiday at Felixstowe, he realised the fertilizing properties of the coprolite nodules in the cliffs there, and interested two local farming brothers so much that they set up a fertiliser processing factory at Ipswich docks. Their name was Fison.
But an even more famous name associated with Henslow is Charles Darwin, one of Henslow's students at Cambridge. Henslow encouraged Darwin to investigate the development of species, finding him a place aboard HMS Beagle, the scientific survey ship. Darwin sent his notes and samples back to Henslow, who circulated them in the scientific community. Darwin came back to England to find himself a celebrity. The basis of The Origin of Species was put together at Hitcham Rectory, although Henslow would later repudiate its conclusions.
Most importantly, however, as far as my children were concerned when they were younger, Henslow was the guiding light behind the opening of Ipswich Museum, which still retains one of the finest 19th century natural history collections in the country. A portrait of him hangs in the entrance hall, and the name of a road in the east of the town remembers him.
He died at the relatively young age of 65. His predecessor had been the jolly John Matters. His successor was the Anglo-catholic enthusiast Alexander Grant, who, as well as rebuilding the chancel, is still remembered in the village for taking the side of the workers during the lock-out strike of 1874, when he allowed them to use the church building for their meetings.
These three extraordinary men between them spanned the entire 19th century here. Trollope himself could not have written a better novel.
READ STREET JAM POP UP in the 200 block of West Read Street in Baltimore MD on Sunday afternoon, 6 October 2019 by Elvert Barnes Photography
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Provo Police Chief Rick Gregory brought a squad of officers to volunteer to read to a student at the Read-a-Thon
Amelia Earhart Elementary School in the Provo District held its second annual Read-a-Thon on Thursday, December 8, 2011. The goal of the Read-a-Thon is to have one adult read to every child in the school for a half an hour. Parents were joined by community volunteers, including members of the school and district staff, the Provo School Board, the Provo mayor, city employees, police officers, a legislator and Utah Superintendent of Public Instruction Larry K. Shumway.
The event shows students that reading is important and their parents and members of the community care about their education. It's also an opportunity to encourage adults to take time to read to the children in their lives. The volunteers also received tips on how to read to children.
Here are the Amelia Earhart Elementary Read-Aloud Commandments:
1. Spend at least 10 wildly happy minutes every single day reading aloud.
2. Read at least three stories a day; it may be the same story three times. Children need to hear a thousand stories before they can begin to learn to read.
3. Read aloud with animation. Listen to your own voice and don't be dull, flat, or boring. Hang loose and be loud, have fun, and laugh a lot!
4. Read with joy and enjoyment; real enjoyment for yourself and great joy for the listeners.
5. Read the stories that the kids love, over and over and over again. And always read in the same "tune" for each book, with the same intonations on each page, each time.
6. Let children hear lots of language by talking to them constantly about the pictures, or anything else connected to the book; or sing any old song that you remember; or say nursery rhymes in a bouncy way; or be noisy together doing clapping games.
7. Look for rhyme, rhythm, or repetition in books for young children, and make sure the books are really short.
8. Play games with the things that you and the child see on the page, such as letting kids finish rhymes, and finding the letters that start with the child's name and yours, remembering that it's never work; it's always a fabulous game.
9. Never ever teach reading, or get tense around books.
10. Read aloud every day because you just love being with your child, not just because it's the right thing to do. This is as important for fathers as it is for mothers!
Time for my annual summary of reading from the year just past. [I've been tracking my books for 26 years -- 1,658 in all.] I read 94 books in 2018, the most in one year since 1996 and fourth most ever.
Of those 94, beginning with the children’s classic Frog and Toad Storybook Treasury (bottom row) and ending with a travel guide to Kauai (top left), 44 were fiction. That’s probably a personal record, since I usually read mostly non-fiction. My reading was partly influenced by idle time following surgery during the summer. I intentionally prepared for my leave with stacks of fiction -- mostly Agatha Christie (10) and David Baldacci (7). Christie was my father’s favorite writer and although I had seen her works made into plays and movies, I had never read any of her books myself. So this was catch-up. Baldacci I’ve read before and usually enjoy the pacing and action.
Even with 44 fiction titles, I still managed to get a variety of non-fiction into the mix. The most unexpected was one describing how to perform weddings -- something I did for my daughter in August.
Among my 2018 favorites…
Most enjoyable science book: Still Waters (the ecology of lakes). Four favorite histories: Lincoln’s Last Trial, Rise and Fall of Alexandria, Three Days in Moscow, and the civil rights graphic trilogy March. Three most interesting non-fiction reads: Grocery (about the history, economics, and operations of a modern supermarket), Smart Fat (about nutrition), and Never Lost Again (about the creation and development of Google Maps and Google Earth). Most laughs: Springfield Confidential. (Yes, I’m still laughing about the Texas Cheesecake Depository.) Most enjoyable kids book (and most emotional read of the year due to nostalgia): Winnie the Pooh. I read all three original Pooh books in 2018. I also enjoyed Secret of the Sealed Room, a young Ben Franklin-based kid’s mystery fiction. I read a second Franklin-inspired kid’s book (Ben Franklin’s in My Bathroom) which was just plain goofy. Most enjoyable sci-fi: Arthur C Clarke’s Rama. Most enjoyable mystery: Agatha Christie’s The Mysterious Affair at Styles.
I read (or re-read) several adult classics this year by such lofty authors as Hemingway, Sherwood Anderson, Mark Twain, Ray Bradbury, Robert Heinlein, Jules Verne, and Thomas Hardy, but none of them clicked for me. I read only two Northwest books. That’s VERY unusual for me. Of those, the most interesting was Oregon’s Manila Galleon about the fabled Beeswax Wreck on the Oregon Coast.
July 2010 Texas Quinceañera - Brenda Read Photography
Taken with:
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1 - Nikon SB-600 Flash/Speedlight (Off Camera fill light bare)
Smith Victor Translucent Umbrella
Yongnuo RF-602 wireless triggers
LumoPro LP633 Umbrella Swivel w/ Flash Shoe Adapter
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CLEAR, BROWN. BOTTLE (a) CURVES IN AT SHOULDER, AGAIN BELOW MUZZLE. WHITE PAPER LABEL READS "THE WORLD RENOWNED EXPORT BRAND/ OF/ W.J. LEMPS/ LAGER BEER", IN THE CACHE, THE BEER BOTTLE HAD A PROHIBITION BOOKLET WRAPPED AROUND IT. GRCA #29242. www.flickr.com/photos/grand_canyon_nps/6883822540/
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THIS ITEM WAS PART OF A 1893 MINER'S CACHE, STORED IN A LARGE SQUARE TIN AND LOCATED IN THE SUPAI AREA. SOME OF THE ITEMS FROM THIS CACHE ARE ON EXHIBIT AT THE GRAND CANYON VISITOR CENTER. (SOUTH RIM).
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THE CACHE INCLUDED VARIOUS PROVISIONS,TOILETRIES AND SUNDRIES (CATALOG #'S 29237- 29243, 29255- 29259, 29287- 29288, 29303- 29304, 29345- 29347, 29362- 29370) AND A NOTEBOOK WITH A MESSAGE ON THE FIRST PAGE THAT READS: .
"THIS CASH (SIC) WAS MADE BY/ I.(?) C. REES. ON THE 5TH DAY/ OF JANRURURY (SIC) 1893 IF YOU/ NEED ANY THING IN IT TO/ USE TAKE IT AND WELCOME BUT DO NOT DESTROY OR WASTE/ OR WASTE ANY THING AND YOU/ WILL OBLIDGE (SIC). I.(?) C. REES.. www.flickr.com/photos/grand_canyon_nps/6883823216/
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Grand Canyon National Park Musuem Collection, P.O. Box 129, Grand Canyon, AZ 86023
2nd December 2021 at Brewhouse & Kitchen, London N5.
Islington Folk Club, www.islingtonfolkclub.co.uk/ifc.html.
Country: Britain. Style: Traditional & Contemporary English & Australian Folk.
Lineup: Martyn Wyndham Read (v/g).
Martyn Wyndham Read is originally from Sussex and developed his interest in Australian songs while living there from 1958 to 1967. I have taken photos of him twice before - in 2010 accompanied by Iris Bishop and John Dipper (www.flickr.com/photos/kmlivemusic/albums/72157625610294177/) and in 2016 doing a floorspot at a Devine, Byrne and Anderson gig (www.flickr.com/photos/kmlivemusic/albums/72157667573778160/). Before that I saw him live another four times between 2000 and 2008. At this gig as well as traditional songs he performed more modern ones by Graeme Miles (from Teesside), Mike O'Connor (Cornwall), Colin Gates (Charlwood, Surrey) and, of course, Henry Lawson (New South Wales, Australia).
More information: dandadesign.co.uk/about/.
Read all about Whitney's inspiration for these adorable peds and find her free pattern here:
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My computer crashed & EVERYTHING is gone, so until i get a new one i'll have to put my 365 on hold :(
Im sorry i wont be able to be on anymore.
I'll still try to get on when i can and comment pictures.
See you guys soon
<3
P.s: Im sending out the pictures to my print exchange people this weekend :)
If you wanna exchange with me Fmail me.