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Ohio University student, Jonathan Carroll, remembers a dear highschool friend at Tuesday night's Anti-Suicide Candlelight Vigil. "She had red hair, and it's her birthday today" Carroll remarks while lighting fellow student, Alex Cenci's candle. The Anti-Suicide Candlelight Vigil took place at the Ohio University Gateway in Athens, Ohio, on Sept. 3, 2013. (VICO 2390, Fall 2013 photo by Brooke Stafford)
A woman stands vigil on the spot where Sandy Scheuer died, on May 4, 1970, after being shot by Ohio National Guardsmen during a student protest of the Vietnam War
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Original image taken by Charles Riedel/Associated Press. Image posted at Boston.com's The Big Picture www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/06/caught_in_the_oil.html
My daughter-in-laws’s 34 year old sister was recently killed in an automobile accident. Sarah was a special young lady who, with the help of extended family, had come a long way in this past year. She was able to feel the warmth of accomplishment as she settled into an encouraging environment with an adopted family complete with children and animals, both on which she doted. She was gainfully employed, had obtained her driver’s license, and had saved up enough money to purchase a car. Sarah was enroute to the DMV to register her new car when the accident occurred.
Sarah’s family feels much comfort through their pain that Sarah had finally achieved an air of confidence. Her achievements were a blush of self esteem. Perhaps the most amazing thing about Sarah was how she touched the lives of everyone she met. Her memorial service was full of people of all ages that had been impacted by the beauty of her warm hearted and always smiling nature.
In the garden of life, we’re often touched by the visible beauty that surrounds us. Every now and then, however, we experience a bloom that is extraordinary. It touches our soul with it’s shining spirit and rich cloak of color, leaving smiles in its path. Its days of glory are limited, but what wonderful memories are left. Rest softly, sweet Sarah.
Alamo.
I didn't sleep enough last night to have the patience to deal with obnoxious tourists, so my visit to downtown San Antonio was brief.
As I wandered around the Alamo square and the riverwalk for the light to improve, I noticed a high percentage of suited tourists, which could only mean one thing: businessmen with an hour to kill before they have to be at the airport.
For the most part, they were well behaved, but as I closed in towards the Alamo as light began to finally shine on its face, one asked me to take his picture "going into the alamo".
When I say "asked", I really mean he just kinda implied that I would do it while handing me his camera, and explaining in detail, how to turn it on, take the picture, and shut it off again.
We were standing about twenty feet from the entrance, so it took me by complete surprise when he asked "this is the Alamo, right?"
Normally, I would just chalk this behavior up to maybe where he's from, like "Oh, there's a New Yorker for you.", or "Damn Masshole." but his accent gave nothing away.
He was from some geographic no man's land.
As he waited impatiently for some tourists to clear out of the way, a few things struck me about him. The way he shoved the camera at me. His well worn jacket and outdated eyeglasses.
It wasn't his geographical origin that was his problem, it was his social status.
He struck me as someone who came from a sort of Mid-Atlantic Money Zone, where he straddled the Mason-Dixon line of the economy. It was a place where you felt entitled to everything, but never seemed to be able to avoid having at least one vehicle repossessed.
When I finished with the picture, he didn't bother even checking to make sure it was a keeper. He simply grabbed the camera and went inside.
I had hoped this was an isolated incident, and not wanting to test out the odds, I left downtown and headed out to the suburbs to get something cheap to eat.
Ending up at a truck stop, I sat in the restaurant and ordered a BBQ sandwich. The waitress offered the additional salad bar, but I declined.
"It's all you can eat," she said as she left to get my soda.
Thinking she had heard me wrong about the salad bar, I asked what she was talking about.
"The sandwich," she said, "If you want another one, just ask."
She walked away and I was sure it was some bizarre misunderstanding, some Texas slang I didn't get.
But then I noticed an advertisement in front of me on the table.
Fried Chicken Dinner. All you can eat. $8.99.
I watched in amazement as the two men at the table next to me ordered seconds of everything. Sandwiches, fries, drinks, even condiments. Whatever you want, you can have it. And so the mystery began to solve itself.
Maybe that man at the Alamo who had me take his picture wasn't from out of town. Maybe he was from right here.
His name was Wesley-->Pte Wesley Haines of Newmarket, Ontario.
The Boer War is Canada's first war-our first official dispatch of troops to an Overseas war. Fighting erupted between Great Britain and Boer republics in South Africa in Oct 1899.
Our PM Wilfred Laurier was reluctant to get involved, concerned about national stability and political popularity. This was an issue that had polarized the Canadian public. While English Canada was very enthusiatic about helping Great Britain in this conflict, French Canada was insistent that we should not get involved. In the end, caught between French and English public opinions, Laurier compromised by agreeing to send several battalions of volunteers (to be paid by Great Britain) to South Africa.
Wesley was in the 2nd Battalion, Royal Canada Regiment. They were the first to arrive in South Africa in Nov 1899. In the next few months they struggled against harsh conditions, diseases as well as enemy attacks. They were involved in several key battles. By June 1900 the battalion was at half strength.
Wesley died on 6th June 1900 of enteric fever (thyphoid). He was 19 years old.
Remembrance Day 2010.
Thanks to all Canadian veterans and all current military personnel. For those who made the ultimate sacrifice, we will remember you. We remember especially Pte Kevin Mckay of Barrie, Ontario, Sapper Brian Collier of Bradford, Ontario and all other Canadian casualities in Afganistan.
FOR THE FALLEN (Excerpt)
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon
December.22.
25 years later, those who were lost over Lockerbie still play such a large roll in our lives. May their memories forever be a blessing.
"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."
- Steve Jobs, 2005
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After the suicide of his fiancée, a man visits her grave to remember and be close to her once again.
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Wandering around Norwich in the 1980s, I must have walked past many of the churches I have since visited. Some I may have even noticed, and wondered what they were like inside, but never followed through.
St Gregory, from what my mangled memory has retained, always seems to have been something other than a church, though clearly was a church.
I think I can remember it being an art gallery, and is now a kind of art/flea market.
I went in during Flintspiration and it was packed, so packed I think I took one shot and that was it.
But at ten on a Sunday morning, there were few people between the tightly packed rows of stock, and the memorials and fittings could be seen. Well, some of them.
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St Gregory is among the most interesting of the redundant churches of Norwich. It is the most easterly of the five churches along St Benedicts Street, but it is more familiar for its southern side; its graveyard was cleared a century ago, and forms a town square onto Pottergate, giving the building quite a presence in the urban landscape. In some towns, you'd think this was the heart of the place.
On another side of the square is the gorgeous art deco Pottergate Tavern, built by Bullards brewery in the 1920s, and today a listed building, quite rightly in my opinion. The 1948 Norwich City Plan observed that 'it is unfortunate that such an ugly building was placed at such a prominent site' - how times change. Mind you, this was the same Norwich City Plan that advocated flattening Orford Square, and building a mile long viaduct across the river valley from Bracondale to Thorpe, so we were probably never going to agree about a lot. It is a shame that St Gregory is not as easily accessible as the Tavern, because it would certainly have plenty of visitors.
The height of the late 14th/early 15th century nave is accentuated by the way the eight window clerestory was built almost up to the bell windows of the tower. This tower has some evidence to suggest that it is Saxon in origin, although what you see today is almost all Richard Phipson's 1870s refacing of a 14th century shell. It supported a spire until the 18th century, a compensation perhaps for not being taller. To the east is the chancel with enormous windows, and a sloping tunnel beneath to accomodate St Gregory's Alley.
You enter through the grand two-storey porch, which is set directly into the tower like that to the north. The lower level is vaulted, and there are three sculpted bosses, still bearing their original colour. The subjects are not immediately clear; Pevsner recognised St Gregory teaching music, and a martyr going to execution. Ununsually, there are large seats built up within the window splays.
You step inside to a building that is reminiscent of St Lawrence, immediately across St Benedict's Street; the eye is drawn eastwards by the marching lines of unbroken arcades, and the chancel builds in steps to a wooden altar which is about eight feet above the nave floor. This is to accomodate the tunnel beneath. A modern reredos of the sun rising over the sea is not unattractive, and the only other feature in the body of the nave is the fine 14th century font.
St Gregory is famous for some of the finest wall-paintings in East Anglia. The best known is at the west end of the north aisle. It depicts St George killing the dragon, a magnificent city behind with the princess watching. It is fully twelve feet high, and vibrant with colour, as if it had been taken from a giant's illuminated book of Saints. The way the horse stares into the dying dragon's eyes is most powerful. You can see this on the left.
The other fragments are above a window in the south aisle. The main part appears to be a doom, with Christ seated in judgement watching another figure, probably St Michael weighing souls. To one side is a Bishop, apparently preaching. This church was in the care of the Cathedral priory, which may suggest a meaning. You can see these below.
Not far away in the east end of the south aisle is the 17th century tomb chest of Francis Bacon, and there are a number of good 17th and 18th century memorials around the church. Some medieval misericords survive, and there is a good fretwork royal arms of Victoria, unusual in a town church. That this was a solid town church before redundancy can be deduced by comparing George Plunkett's 1938 photographs with mine. The great hanging rood that he saw here is now a few miles off at Easton.
One of the most interesting places to wander is the ringers gallery under the tower - there is a whole set of rooms up here, the upper storeys of the porch opening into the space, and the steps to the tower leading off of that to the north. I found it open, and was tempted to wander up, but there was no light; and, as I also have a mortal fear of heights, I didn't.
Simon Knott, December 2005
At 8:46 this morning, thousands of people lined the waterfront of lower Manhattan and joined hands in a moment of silence to remember the victims of 9/11 as part of the Hand In Hand event. The line stretched all the way from the tip of lower Manhattan to past the World Trade Center site. The people above are facing the World Trade Center.
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Community members gathered around a memorial display in honor of four airmen who died last week in a C-17 Globemaster III crash. Photographs and flowers were placed in front of a C-17 airlifter displayed in memory of Air National Guard members Maj. Aaron Malone, Maj. Michael Freyholtz and Senior Master Sgt. Thomas Cicardo, and active duty Air Force Capt.
Jeffrey Hill. (Photo by Tech. Sgt. Shannon Oleson, 176th Wing, Alaska Air National Guard)
remember when we used to be dope,we dropped a pocket full of poetry on no lines or symmetry, just to be hangin round. A friend of mine talking about art and skateboarding said that we used to eat and eat and eat, laughin and ridin with hands and mouths and feet and muscles, he says now everyones looking for forks and spoons, trying to get the table set up, the right calories, the best wall the hardest most technical trick. Yo Sam I remember when we used to be dope, with just some crayons and watermelon, eat and eat and eat and draw and paint all summer long, the Potato Head Posse! My first crew ! Php got set up around a pop machine that if you hit it right ,the cans would come pouring down, so alot of us street /river kids started hanging round the docks where this pop machine was and started drawing on stuff and skateboarding together, heeeeeeeeea! I remember
According to the Houston Chronicle, before and after Hurricane Katrina’s landfall on Aug. 29, 2005, more than 1 million residents from Louisiana and Mississippi fled their homes. At least 250,000 made it to Houston, with more than 27,000 seeking food, shelter and services at the Astrodome and other area shelters over the next month.
Staff from the Texas Department of Housing and Community Affairs went to the Astrodome on Sept. 2, 2005, to assist Katrina evacuees with finding housing. Within several months, most evacuees were in Houston area apartments, not long-term shelters. According to the Chronicle, as many as 40,000 evacuees permanently settled in the Houston metro area.