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Will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
Will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories...
-- sarah mclachlan, seamus egan, and dave merenda
In Explore, #343, August 1, 2008
The Valencia Marathon started with a minute of silence and some people also had Paris attacks on their minds and hearts
going to be below freezing in boston tomorrow am, so i needed this one to remind me of the summer that just slipped away.
"... when you reach your goals, it's an achievement not to forget those kind people who helped you achieved your goals..."
- just revisiting one of my first try of the full moon with a lunar corona...
A Moment of Silence in the Remembrance Day for Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism.
Best seen in black.
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From the Cincinnati Zoo blog
Remembering Malayan Tiger Jalil
The staff at the Zoo and especially the keepers in Night Hunters are mourning the loss of our male Malayan tiger, Jalil who passed away on Tuesday during a procedure that revealed significant age-related medical issues. We knew he was in decline and past the life expectancy for his species, but it’s still hard. Jalil is the father of 3 cubs with the female Cinta. Cubs are on display at the Night Hunters Exhibit.
sometimes savoring the memory is almost as sweet as the moment that created it....
peace to you and yours...ACE
I had been to Mettingham once before. Well, other than passing through. Back in the 80s Mettingham had a fine trucker's cafe, which I seem to remember won awards, and nearby was the Tally Ho pub.
The Tally Ho are now tearooms, and the greasy spoon long gone.
I had gone to Mettingham to visit the village show, many of my friends at the chicken factory lived on farms and for them it was a major event. I took my whole family in our Ford Cortina. It was a low key thing, as you would imagine, but at the same time very enjoyable.
I drove out of Bungay, back up the hill past where the old Harley Davidson shop used to be, past where another pub used to stand, that was the Watch House if I remember. That has been knocked down and more houses built. Up the hill out of Bungay and I could see the Tally Ho ahead, but just after that there was a sign saying 'church open'. I didn't know there was a church on the road.
Later, as I drove further along, I saw another church at Shipmeadow, but that I discovered later is now a private house.
Anyway, back to Mettingham. I turned round and found a place to park just off the road, not knowing if private vehicles would be allowed up the lane.
The lane was very narrow, and curved to the left about 50 yards up, thus hiding the church completely.
I walked up and found a perfect small round-towered church, once again like in Bungay with a window set in the base of the tower.
Despite its rural setting, it was very tidy inside, cool and welcoming. A church I rather liked.
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There was a church at Mettingham in Saxon times, but the present edifice, though a very ancient structure, is of Norman foundation. It exhibits a very elegant doorway, on the north side of the nave, profusely ornamented with the chevron mouldings. The stone employed in this elaborate portal is of the very finest quality, and has braved the corroding blasts of our north-eastern gales for above seven centuries with little injury. The hand of man, however, has despoiled it of its columns, and failed to spare what time would have left unscathed.
The church comprises a nave, with a south aisle, a chancel, and a round tower, with a large porch on the south side, in the west wall of which is a fire-place and chimney. The tower is girded, about midway of its height, with a strong band of iron; but an examination of its interior presents no visible rent or decay, requiring such a singular appendage. It was put on about half a century ago, by the then churchwarden; who, as he was also the village blacksmith, has exemplified the truth of the fable, that there is nothing like leather. In the south aisle is an inarched monument, with a handsome canopy: there is also a good octagonal font of stone, with the remains of some very rich stalls, and portions of a once elegant screen.
The interior is kept in a very neat and reputable state, but is sadly disfigured by a barbarous east window. Besides the arms of De Norwich, which yet remain, the windows of this church formerly contained the following cognizances. Ufford quartering Becke; France and England quartered; and, sab. an eagle displayed or.
Having been early appropriated to Bungay Nunnery, this benefice became a vicarage. Upon the suppression of religious houses, the appropriation and advowson were granted, in the twenty-ninth of Henry VIII., to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk; but they were soon afterwards conveyed to Sir Nicholas Bacon, and united with the castle estates; the Rev. James Cutting Safford being the present impropriator, and patron of the vicarage.
The registers of this parish commence in the time of the Commonwealth; and I quote the first page from them to show what advantages were gained by the nation in consequence of the Act of Parliament which deprived the parochial clergy of their custody, and transferred it to laymen.
"Mettingham Register Booke.
"Wherein are written all the Mariages, Burths, and Burialls, accordinge to the late Act of Parlament made the 22 day of September, 1653.
"Richard Stannard, of the same towne, in the Countie of Suff., Gent., approved by us, whose handes are here under subscribed accordinge to the choice of him made by the Inhabitants of the said Parish, to have the keeping of the Booke, and sworne to performe the Office of a Register accordinge to an Act of Parlament made in the yeare of our Lord God one thousand sixe hundred fifty and three.
Simon Suckbottle
Nasty Nan
John Gingerbread
Halfbrickt Man
Jumping Jones
Bounty Bridg
Dick Devill
Inhabitants of Utopia.
Monuments.—William Gooch, Esq., died 1685. Thomas Gooch, Gent., 1688. Attached to the monument are the arms of Gooch; party per pale, arg. and sab., a chevron between 3 talbots pass., counterchanged; on a chief gules 3 leopards' faces or. These gentlemen were ancestors of the present Sir Thomas Gooch, Bart., of Benacre Hall, whose family appears to have sprung from this village. In 1537, I meet with the name of Thomas Gooch, as witness to a deed, now preserved in the parish chest.
Jacob Twiss, Gent., died 1706. George Robinson, died 1808, aged 79.
There are many monuments of the Belwards, a family of ancient descent; being derived from Hugh de Belward, who came over with the Conqueror. Their arms, which are placed over some of the monuments here, are party per pale gules and argent, 3 pheons reversed, counterchanged.
In the reign of William the Conqueror, Robert Fitz-Hugh was Baron of Malpas in Cheshire, and held above thirty manors under Hugh Lupus, Earl of Chester, as appears by Domesday Book; but leaving no issue male, this barony, at length, by marriage of the heir female, came into the famous and knightly family of the Belwards, as Camden styles it, of which was John le Belward de Malpas, who lived in Rufus's time: to him succeeded William his son, who was Baron of Malpas in right of his mother, who was Lætitia, daughter and heiress of Robert Fitz-Hugh, and bore for arms 3 pheons, or dart heads. William, who was Baron of Malpas, left no legitimate issue; but Philip, his next brother, and then possessed of the manor of Egerton near Malpas, took, according to the custom of that age, the surname of Egerton from the place of his residence, and spread into many eminent and flourishing families, one of whose posterity is the Duke of Bridgewater.
Viscount Malpas and Earl of Cholmondeley, 1706, descended from William le Belward, Baron Malpas. Robert, by the gift of his father, had the lordship of Cholmondeley, settled there, and assumed the name of the place.
Thomas Cholmondeley, created Earl Delamere, 1821.
Thomas Egerton, Earl of Wilton, descended from William le Belward, who assumed the name of Egerton. The twelfth in descent was Sir Rowland Egerton, created a Baronet in 1617.
The Rev. Henry Belward Belward, of Mettingham (1845) assumed the name of his mother Esther, by the will of Dr. Richard Fisher Belward, who left him his estates.
Maria, daughter of William Belward, Gent., died 1731. Anna, fourth daughter of William Belward, died 1736. William Belward, Gent., died 18th August, 1700, aged 54. Hannah, his fifth daughter, died 1753, aged 58. Susanna, widow of the Rev. Charles Cock, A.M., died of the small-pox, 1738, aged 72. Edmund Purdy, died 1618. William Hayward, died 1753, aged 68. John Youngs, died 1671.
Elizabeth, relict of the Rev. James Chartres, formerly fellow of King's College, Cambridge, and vicar of Godmanchester, and West Haddon, obt. March 20, 1840, æt. 76.
James Cutting, eldest son of the Rev. James Cutting, and Louisa Safford, obt. July 9th, 1842, æt. 16.
The town estate of Mettingham produces a rental of about £100 per annum, and is under the management of feoffees chosen by the parishioners. The lands which produce this fine income were devised some centuries ago for parochial purposes; but the exact intentions of the benefactors are not clearly understood. The proceeds of their bequests are applied to the reparation of the church; in a distribution of coals to the poor; and to other parish purposes, which are, perhaps, not altogether legitimate. Laurence Skete, of Mettingham, and others, gave several pieces of land and meadow ground for the use of the poor. Among the deeds preserved in the office of the Bishop of Norwich is the following record. "Villuta de Mettingham tenet 3 ac: et dim: terræ nativæ tenem'ti Stambornes Manerij in una pecia de Metyngham. Idem tenet 3 rodas terræ liberæ pertinentis gilde, et jac: in Metyngham inter unam semitam."
Richard Umfrey, or Humfrey, Clerk, vicar of Mettingham in 1517, gave to the poor of this parish, lands, now let at £32. 7s. 6d. The original deed is—or was lately—in the parish chest, and is dated "apud Metyngham, ultimo die mensis Maij Anno regni Regis Henrici septimo."
As the above Richard Umfrey was also a liberal benefactor to the parish in other ways, I transcribe his short will, which contains many very curious and interesting particulars, illustrative of the manners and customs of his period.
"In nōie Dei, Amen. in the yere of our Lorde God MCCCCCXVij, the first day of Marche, I Richarde Umfrey, Clerke, Vicar of the church of All Seynts of Metyngh'm, beying in good and hool mynde, make my testamente and laste wille undre this fourme followyng. First, I come'nde my soule to Almyghtie God, to our blyssed Ladye, and to the celestyall Courte in Hevyn. And my Bodye to be buryed in the chauncell of Metyngh'm forsad byfor the sepultur and grave of Syr John Arcente, my predecessor. And at the daye of my buryeng I will that the maist' of the College in Metyngh'm forsad shall have xxd. And every brodre of the same College, xijd. And ev'y yoman servaunte abidyng in the said College shall have iiijd, and ev'y other servaunte and childe of the Almouse ther ijd. Also I will that ev'y other priste that shalbe at my buryeng shall have iiijd. Also I will that at the same daye of my buryeng the Ladye Prioresse of the monast'ye in Bongey shall have xijd. And ev'y other Lady of the same monast'ye vjd, and their convente priste viijd. to praye for my soule. Also I bequeath to ev'y houssolder in the said p'ysshe of Metyngh'm wheras arn man and wiff, viijd. And to ev'y other p'son jd at the sad daye to praye for my soule and all crysten soules. Also I gyff and bequeth to the maist' of the forsad College and to his brodren all that my Tēnt called Pyrtewell in Metyngh'm wt the gardeyn and the cloos to the sad tēnt belongyng wt thapp'tenents, undre this condic'on, that the said maist' and his brodren shall hold my annyv'sary yerly wt placebo and dirige and masse of Requiem for my soule, my fadres and modres soules, for my fryndes soules, and all cristen soules. And moreov' the sad maist' and his brodren shall gyff to thoos p'sones that shall rynge at Metyngh'm Church forsaid in the tyme of saying or syngyng of placebo and dirige at the said daye of my annyv'sary oon caste of brede and oon gallon of drynk. Also I gyff and bequeth to the Tounesshippe of Metyngh'm forsaid oon acr of londe lyeng among the londes of the said tounesshippe, undre this condison, that the Churchwardeyns of the same p'ysshe shall gyffe yerly at the daye of my annyv'ssary to the Vicar of the sad church of Metyngh'm, or to his Depute ther saying or syngyng placebo and dirige for my soule, my fryndes soules, and for all crysten soules, iiijd. And to offer jd. at Masse. Also I will that my cooffeoffes shall dely' or cause to be delyv'ed a state and seisyne of the forsaid te'nt, and all other landes forsade to the p'fourmaunce of this my laste will, when so ev' ther shall be required by my Executors. Also I will have an honest seculer priste to syng and praye for my soule, my fryndes soules, and for all crysten soules, by the space of twoo yers and longer yf yt may extende of my Goodes. Also I gyff and bequeth to the Cathedrall Church of the hooly Trinite of Norwych, vjs viijd. Also I bequeth to the forsaid Church of Metyngh'm my vestymente of blewe Velvett powdered wt flowres. And my chalice for to remayn to the same church as long as ther shall endur. And to the gyldyng of the Tabernacle of Seynt Mychael in the sad church, xxs. Also I gyff and bequeth to the Ladye Prioresse of the monast'ye in Bongay oon Goun wt the hoode. And to Dame Anne Page oon goun wt the hoode and vjs viijd. Also I bequeth to Mr. Thomas Wylkynes wiff a goun wt the hoode: to Mr. Reeves wiff a Goun wt the Hood: to Hamonde Lynstedes wife a Goun with the Hood. And to John Rooses wife a Goun wt the Hood: Also I bequeth to Robte Arwarde my lesser ffedrebedde with the bolster. The residue of all my Goodes wt my detts not bequethed I gyff and bequeth to the Disposicon and orderyng of Mayster Richarde Shelton, Clerk, and Sir Richard Wyburgh, priste, whom I ordeyn and make my Executors of this my Testamente and lastwille, thei to distrisbute and dispose them in Dedys of Charite to the most laude and praysyng of Allmyghty God for the welth and p'fyte of my soule, my fryndes soules, and for all cristen soules.
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Governor Hogan attends the annual Maryland Remembers ceremony by Joe Andrucyk, Patrick Siebert at The Westin Annapolis, 100 Westgate Cir, Annapolis, MD 21401
Today is the shortest day of the year, and dreary. Maybe a little color will help brighten things up a bit..
Used to love campfire Marshmellows...mostly I remember them in wax paper...a Five pound tin must be for a boy scout cookout. Or the Kkwwwuuusssshhhhhh of Maxwell House Coffee, pop the key off the top, lift the tab and insert it into the key and roll it around the top of the can...forthose of you familiar with a 12 inche black and white TV with tubes in it, you could here the sounds on the Maxwell House commercial for 'I Remember Mama"
After a week of torrential rain, the sun stayed for just long enough to get married outside.
Sony A9
Sony 135mm f/1.8
After seeing Pixar's Coco, I knew I had to make a Meguel minifigure, so here's what I came up with with what I had at hand.
One of my old photos that I have had on my computer for a couple of years. I remember rushing to find a composition that included the rainbow in it. I was hoping to somehow capture the mountains along with the saguaros, but this was the best I could do before it disappeared.
Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring says, “Who remembers having one of these?”
You see, Aggie Ring and I were visiting our Aggie Mom recently who was quite into the Houston Area Aggie Moms Club big time back in the day and she mentioned that she would appreciate it if I’d take the A&M hats and some old Corps stuff in boxes in the basement with me back home or throw them away.
Come to think of it, these are the two oldest metallic objects I have from all of my days at Texas A&M. Yes, I still have Aggie Axe Handle that still has some of my blood stains on him, but he’s made of wood. I explained to Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring that I was issued Mr. Texas A&M “Stack” at the start of my “fish” year at A&M. I went on to tell Aggie Ring that I had that “Stack” in the Corps, out of the Corps, back in the Corps, and out of the Corps, back again in the Corps, and out, and finally back in the Corps and a fraternity until he and I got our master’s degree and commission.
Aggie Ring said, “Wow, that was a long strange trip you were on.” I told Aggie Ring, “Yes, it was, but I learned how to take a good ass beating during all of those years and I wouldn’t do anything differently.”
Now, Mr. Texas A&M “Stack” was a bit tarnished after 20+ years of sitting in my Aggie Mom’s basement, but I had an old can of Brasso at home and cleaned him up a bit. He still needs a couple of more polishings to get back into fit Aggie shape, but he’s a work in progress.
#AggieRing #TexasAggie #AggiesEverywhere
Remember the buzz when as a young travelling enthusiast there were places like this to discover, It happened regularly. For me the sparkle died within a couple of decades as the number of such operators disappeared, vehicle variety diminished and you were aware of what was where. Personally I was able to prolong things a little by travelling to places like Malta and Portugal in search of AECs. However, I digress, this was a sight which greeted you as you looked up from the edge of Maesteg town at the Llynfi Motors garage circa 1979. I'm pleasantly surprised that I actually bothered to take the photo, as most shots which weren't a front three quarter were considered to be of little use.
Each Easter morning, my grandmother used to go to a Sunrise Service - a Christian meeting that began before dawn and celebrated the rising of the Son. As a child I could never understand why anyone would voluntarily pull herself out of a warm bed in the dark just to go to church! Church was a duty forced upon me, not one that I took up with any spirit or desire of my own and as soon as I could voice my objections forcefully enough, it was one that I first avoided and then rejected all together. Waking up and going out to watch the sun come up may have had a certain attraction to my childish imagination, but not enough of one to get me out of bed! I thought it rather foolish, in fact; and she was a grown-up… she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do!
As time went by, and my grandmother left us, so did my faith in anything greater than the things I could see, or feel or understand. My path has led me in a different direction than my grandmother’s and now, in middle age, I feel foolish in remembering my vanity in losing faith in anything greater than the little which I can comprehend. As I round another section of curve in what I have come to believe is the circle of my life, I find myself awake before the sun this Easter morn and thinking of the small, cheerful woman who rose before dawn, washed and dressed in the dark and took herself out into the night to wait with a group of fellow-believers for the first light to celebrate, to renew her faith in a risen Saviour. I will not follow your example and perhaps (no, almost certainly) I am the poorer for it, but I will see the sun rise and along with a never-ending awe at the repetition of the miracle that is the coming of each new day, I think of you, grandma, who was so often my own saviour and protector against evil and feel you near me once more. For you, for all of the things you were to me, the risen sun is a perfect symbol.
omg, I don't remember how to draw hair xd. anyway, I like this photo, maybe because its nothing special but looks nice.
"Remembering Barbara Bush" at Engage at the Bush Center, presented by Highland Capital Management, was held on September 24, 2018. The two-part event celebrated the life and legacy of Mrs. Bush. Moderated by Cokie Roberts, the panels included Barbara Bush, Jenna Bush Hager, Pierce Bush, Jeb Bush, Jr., Ellie LeBlond Sosa, Andy Card, Susan Baker, and Susan Page.
Photos by Grant Miller for the George W. Bush Presidential Center
I don't remember photographing this horse! Someone remembered, for me, thank goodness! This is Crusher, a National Showhorse Gelding. He was quite the gentleman, and waited for me to approach him, vs. the others, who were a bit naughty! I suppose I didn't recall him because he was neither elegant, like the Saddlebred mare, nor rich in quality, like the fleeting Chestnut Arab mare...but, with horses, there is always more to the story, so I think I will pay more attention to Crusher when I return.