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The Lincoln High School and the Southside community came together this evening to pay tribute to Antonio Sanchez-Peck, a 16-year old sophomore who died yesterday after being struck by a vehicle while crossing SW 9th Street. Classmates, family friends and neighbors held a candlelight vigil. Many people also wore blue, Antonio's favorite color, and brought blue balloons and flower. Lincoln principal Paul Williamson notified families earlier today about the tragic accident and support available for students and staff, and urged everyone to "please take care of one another" and that "this is not something we should ever work through alone."
Today, the 22 February 2014, the people remembered the earthquake which took the lives of 185 people and devastated the city of Christchurch. Flowers were placed in the rivers and waterways.
Remember when I first started this set, I posted a picture of the ghetto restroom sink that was in this very restroom.
And now look at it...it looks very nice! Thank god Wal-Mart makes halfway decent restrooms nowadays! Once the Ghetto store is becoming the nice store!
It all began at around 3.40am on August 31st 1888, when a carter named Charles Cross was making his way along Bucks Row Whitechapel, when he noticed a bundle lying in a gateway.
R.I.P. Mary Ann Nicholls . . . Go to Hell Jack (the ripper)
Thank you SkeletalMess for the wonderful free texture
Recordar una y otra vez, recordando tu versión, tu visión...
Recordando, recuerdo recuerdos del pasado, recordar el futuro es mas difícil aunque no imposible...y entonces recordé que una vez recordé que recordaba que tuve un déjà vu, creo recordar, si no recuerdo mal, aunque ahora que lo recuerdo bien, creo que fue un flashforward
With the 70th D-Day commemorations upon us, peoples thoughts turn again to those who fell on the beaches of Normandy, on that world changing day. But with such events in the media, my thoughts return to the place i live, Catterick. A place that has seen too many leave never to return. And those that do changed forever, both mentally and physically by conflict.
So this is my tribute for all servicemen both past and present, you serve your country will pride and honour, your deeds and sacrifices will be remembered.
Little Folks pre-school. Jeff doesn't seem too happy, but it was pretty good as far as these kind of places go. I have quite a few memories from this place. I remember this place as being a massive complex with many rooms and levels, but of course thats only because I was so small.
My shoes kept coming untied and the ladies there tied and retied them endlessly. One day a kid said he was going to get his dad's M-16 and "get you" to a teacher. She laughed and said "I don't think you could pick up an M-16."
There was a time called "Snack Time" during which they gave us a beverage that was "never enough." We sang songs like the ABCs and also something in French, which I can't remember now. I didn't like singing the ABCs because I felt that we had done it too many times and it wasn't really a song, just the letters to a tune.
Nearly all the kids were kind except for two assholes who would go around messing up whatever you were working on. I wonder how they turned out as adults.
There were some big wheels to ride on, they were fun. Then there was nap time. I hated nap time. One of my happiest moments came at the beginning of nap time when my mom came and sprang me out of there. It has to be how a prisoner feels when he's sprang from jail. Anyway, we went to Dunkin' Donuts and I was happy to have a half day.
There was one kid who would cry for a few minutes every time he was dropped off. The other kids and I felt bad for him, but also wanted him to shut up. One day we blew on water with straws and made waves and the teacher explained that this is how wind makes waves on the lakes. When a kid got into trouble the other kids would make a specific sound "ooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" that started with low pitch and moved to high pitch. If a kid was really bad there might be multiple cycles of this sound. I only received this sound of guilt once and that was for not sharing enough. It worked, though, because I shared more after that. There was a playground out back and I remember asking and telling other kids our ages. Kids would give answers like "Four and three quarters" since most kids were 3 or 4 years old. I recall noticing how the ladies that watched us would toss their hair a lot and though that was an odd thing to do. Anyway, I went here from age 3 and 1/2 to 5 and 1/4 by my best recollection.
あの夏の影を探して✨
世事難料
雖然不知道還能在這邊做多久
但真的很開心
在那個夏天有遇到
一群親切友愛的同學
不管未來發生什麼
這段當老師的時光
都將會是我美好的回憶
記 住 夏 日
尋 找 夏 的 影 子✨
Place：廣州市·廣州大學城
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"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
"Rural England. Home again
to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,
to fields which don't explode beneath the feet
of running children in nightmare heat"
Extract from War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy.
That is one of my favourite poems.
R.I.P to all soldiers British, Allied or our enemies. Because all the enemys dead should be remembered too. Because they we're just ordinary men exactly like all the allied troops, they loved the same things and probably shared similar beliefs.I think that is well illistrated in the fact they played football together on Christmas, and for one day they were just men, not nationalities, being men and enjoying themselves side by side. I don't believe your nationality has any effect on the type of person you are, wether you are good or bad, most people want peace and just to lead an ordinary happy life. Neither sides soldiers want what happened.
Today makes me think of the conflicts in Afghanistan and between Isreal and Palestine, and i just wish they could find some way of comprimise, no more people need to die.
I got my film back from boots today :)
This isn't the best but obviously it holds a paticular relevance to today.
I will try to find out the location of this field because its actually incredible, poppies as far as the eye can see. I know it somewhere between Poole and Bristol.
This is my new Halo Reach/Multiplayer Moc. It doesn't realy resemble a specific map, just some of the different abilities you can use on the video game: Halo Reach, such as running, jet pack, energy shield. Also, it can be opened to get a better (clear) view at it (Moc is "opened" right now). To watch it closed click on the link: www.flickr.com/photos/53675253@N07/5196951224/
youtube channel: www.youtube.com/user/TheLegoReloaded
Brickforge (guns): www.brickforge.com/store/
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FDNY Memorial Wall, FDNY engine 10 ladder 10, New York City, USA
The Memorial Wall is dedicated to the 343 members died on 9/11.
www.fdnytenhouse.com/fdnywall/
Memory of a tragic day, from my first, 7 years old, trip in America
A good place, a bad camera...
May 1, 2013 - I live in Bucks County, PA where 17 people died in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2011. A park - Garden of Refections- was built and dedicated to the victims and heros. The centerpiece is a beam from the World Trade Center. This is a composite of the beam and the park.
And remember to laugh ’cause you’re living in a crazy world,
Where you’ll never guess what could happen next.
Give the outer limits my regards as you float to fly away.
Where was I when the rockets came to life?
And carried you away into the Alligator Sky?
Even though I’ll never know what’s up ahead,
I’m never letting go, I’m never letting go!
Where was I when the rockets came to life?
And carried you away into the Alligator Sky?
Even though I’ll never know what’s up ahead,
I’m never letting go, I’m never letting go!
The Alligator Sky,
This is a quilt I made in response to an online challege. The idea was to make a quilt showing how I would want to -- or expect to -- be remembered. All the important things in my life are here:
my faith, my husband, my sons (the stars), literature, friends, joy, and the tree -- blown by the wind-- dances on.
Taking the decision to have a much loved pet put to sleep is so hard and it's very easy to wonder afterwards if you got the timing right. Did you make the decision too early or, even worse, too late? Looking at this image of Jaz, which was taken not much more than a month before she died, helps me a little to come to terms with it. I can see that she was OK then. The end was very sudden because her kidneys stopped working, but she had a very long and happy life. My other three girls are all doing well and slowly getting used to the new order.
today people all around the world were asked to wear purple, either t-shirt, jeans, jacket, and even a drawing on your hand, to remember the boys who committed suicide due to being bullied because of their sexuality, and these are only the ones we know about that have recently happened in such a short amount of time. it sickens me that young people my age would actually push others that they go to school with to the point that they just can't take it anymore, and decide to take away their own life.
i beg others to please not bully someone just because they dress a certain way, act and talk a certain way, and even like the same gender. because it could lead to young people that have such a full life ahead of them do the unthinkable, and please think twice before laying your hands on someone or saying something that could lead them to do suicide, or even depression.
just because someone is gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgender doesn't mean they can't live their lives everyday just as we do. being any of these things is not a choice, it's how they were born, and being ridiculed for something they can't help and being bullied around for being who they are is wrong.
rest in peace Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Cody J. Barker, Harrison Chase Brown, Caleb Nolt, Billy Lucas, Jeanine Blanchette, and Chantal Dube.
Because I remember, I despair.
Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.
#223 in a series for one photo a day for a year
Remembering some of the New Yorkers who have died in the War in Iraq. andyarthur.org/photos/clearwater/rememberth.html
Archibald McLean
Angus McLeod
James McLaren
Duncan McKenzie
Colin McKenzie
George Blyth
Donald McAlpin
Remember always these men who gave their lives for us in the great war 1914 - 1919
"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." Carl Sagan, 1994