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I'm so excited about these funky crochet arm covers....I had to share them with you....I've never seen anything like them have you??? They are crocheted with heavy embroidery thread and are sooooo exquisite in detail!!! Amazing find! Yay!
About 12:35, The Hall, Lancaster. Hannah is reading an Information Science article for her Library Science MA course. The red machine is one of the old coffee grinders that The Hall uses to decorate the coffeehouse.
Thank you for participating in my project, and apologies for interrupting your reading. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Andrew Shaw - Passion in Paint
Midnight Reader MR 402, 1961
Cover Artist: Harold W. McCauley
"Limbo of lust... Sin damned soul!"
Andrew Shaw is a pseudonym of Lawrence Block
the 7yrold loves reading in her great-grandfather's attic at the summer cottage. his large collection of war, spy and navy-related books doesn't interest her much but she brings her own reading material, here on her Barnes & Noble Nook ebook reader. the room also gets nice light for photos.
Locomotive #4. A "character" in a number of movies. Here, they're turning the locomotive on a turntable for the return trip. Us passengers were given the 'priviledge' or the 'unique opportunity' to do the pushing.
"Child Story Readers, Wonder Stories" by Frank N. Freeman, Grace E. Storm, Eleanor M. Johnson, and W.C. French. Illustrated by Vera Stone Norman. Copyright 1927-29-36 by Lyons and Carnahan, publishers.
The place I wanted to work at. She used to have the building by my old house, then relocated over next to Ruben's by the time I moved to that neighborhood too...I've gotten my palm read by her once....
I've been a book reader all my life and an avid re-reader of books. Somebody calculated how many books an average person could read in an average lifespan. The number was awfully small! I suddenly realized my own reading mortality. In spite of this I'm still a passionate advocate of re-reading and re-watching. It admits of no excuse.
The Death of the Moth, and other essays by Virginia Woolf (Európa, 1980.)
Literary Coffee Houses in Pest and Buda (Literature in Coffee Houses, Coffee Houses in Literature) (Universitas, 1998.)
I found a bookmark in one of the books: a museum ticket to Monet and Friends, 2003. So I read it eight years ago.
An example:
History of Café Centrál
"Café Central established in 1887 was one of the great coffee houses of old Budapest – similarly to the old Café New York, it was a hub, an artistic and thinking academy, a center of networking, news making and breaking, and in general, making progress. “The Central was a unique institution of its kind, something like an open university but more than that, because it was more fruitful” claimed Emil Kolozsvári Grandpierre writer. Its location was central in the 19th century too: very close to universities, libraries, etc.
Once Dezső Kosztolányi, one of the most talented Hungarian writers (and poets) paraphrased the saying ‘My Home is my Castle’ as ‘My Café is my Castle’ and it was no exaggeration, journalists, artists, etc. spent far more time in the café than at home. In the 1890s, at the Round Table of the Central Café, which consisted of multiple round tables rather than one single table, the newspaper ‘A Hét’ (Week) was edited by suspicious looking progressive writers invigorated by the atmosphere of the smoky café. This Hungarian periodical was easily available in all the 400 (!) cafés in Budapest. A few years later, the highly progressive and best quality periodical named Nyugat (West) was also started here, revolutionizing the Hungarian literature. Although editors of Nyugat moved away to Café New York for a good while, they came back here in 1920.
In the 1910s, Győző Mészáros, the head of the café has two big challenges: the growing worker’s strike (including the strike of the waiters), and the growing competition posed by more modern coffee houses built with American elegance (mirrors, marbles, games, etc.). Mészáros copes with both challenges successfully: he becomes an active member of the waiter’s movement and contributes to the development of free apprenticeship programs, and in 1913 he decides to close down the café for a temporary refurbishment. He fights in the First World War, and survives it.
In the 1920s a Hungarian newspaper sarcastically writes: “There are so many real and fake writers in Café Centrál that Mészáros has started to build a new gallery – closer to Olympus – for them. It may make more room and comfort for respectful citizens too.” But Mészáros liked the intellectual atmosphere of his café and even lent money to young writers. Later (in 1940s) on another outstanding literary periodical, Újhold (New Moon) found its inspirational home in Café Central.
Unfortunately, in 1949, in the year of nationalization when precious lands, manors, palaces, mansions, warehouses, shops, factories etc. were confiscated from the pre-war aristocracy, and bourgeoisie and taken into state ownership, Café Centrál was closed down, then turned into a diner for construction workers of the underground… In the 1960s it became the Eötvös Club of the ELTE University. In the 1990′s it was used as an amusement arcade – causing heartache for many people.
In other words, Café Central was an abused sleeping beauty for more than 50 years. Thanks to Imre Somody the place is a coffee house again: and we may never know when a really talented new literary group turns up in this noble café."