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Explored, 17 June 2011, #183
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if you take one thing away from looking at this image, it should be to check your boobies
I found out in the early hours of this morning that one of my friends had died. She had secondary breast cancer. She was doing pretty well up until mid-May, then she went quiet and was admitted to a hospice. I feel bad because I was going through my own cancer traumas at the time and wasn't the friend I should have been. She died on 30 May. I am a rubbish friend because I hadn't made the effort to make contact. She was an Internet friend that I met on a forum for men and women with breast cancer and she was always such a delight, a bubbly, caring lady. She was 45.
Used a Tim Holtz stencil and embossing paste to create the bg. Then inked over it with distress inks and added a little stamping and some distress stickles. Entered in the current A Blog Named Hero challege #39 Stencil It ablognamedhero.blogspot.ca/2014/03/challenge-39-stencil-i... . TFL!
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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War Years Remembered is not a state-run museum. Due to the various lock-downs over the past year the museum has suffered greatly, with almost all of our annual income lost. All through lock-down the team at War Years Remembered has continued to support anyone requiring research from documentary makers and authors to families and veterans, all for free.
Our long-term goal for War Years Remembered is to find a permanent home and seek accredited museum status. Our dream is to become a major attraction that will provide an enjoyable, interesting and educational experience to all who visit.
We are fighting to survive the Covid-19 pandemic but we need your help. To survive and remain in our present location, we currently need to raise £50,000. With this money we can continue our vital work in remembering our veterans and the collection will be preserved for the education of future generations.
We were inspired by our late veteran 'Captain Tom' and our younger volunteers came up with the idea to walk 'in the footsteps of heroes'. So, over the coming weeks we will be using treadmills to walk 602 miles, the distance from our museum in Ballyclare to the beaches of Normandy, a journey undertaken by so many young men and women who fought in the Second World War. We will be posting regular updates on our progress and we hope you enjoy watching our journey.
Please give what you can, please help save War Years Remembered.
Remembering GG Allin, the notorious punk rocker from the North Country of New Hampshire, during an acoustic music performance by the Murder Junkies, his last band, at his grave site in Littleton, N.H.,on the weekend of his 25th-year death-a-versary.
Some wounds never heal.
Civil War Reenactment Photo 2011.
Munfordville Green River Bridge Battle.
Civil War in Kentucky September 14-17, 1862
A companion to my photo 'Avatar'. This was taken at the same time and is just a reflection in the icy surface of the Leeds-Liverpool canal in West Yorkshire. The photo was flipped 180 degrees, the saturation deepened and some minor Photoshop adjustments. Basically, though, the original is just the same but less vivid.
Front cover of a cookbook dated 1939. From my small collection of Kate Smith memorabilia. I remember her fondly.
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All the materials in this piece are found objects and up cycled/recycled and have the natural patina of history and mystery!
The center piece is made from an old photo of a woman I think looks like Emily Dickinson. I framed it with copper foil. I added three tiny bottles with natural items in them. One has little pieces from a bluebird egg, one had red rose hips, on has dried mosses. The bottles have a tiny mica lid
Along with beads and baubles I used pieces of beaded jewelry, old buttons, a tiny watch face, chains, and old tokens to create the sides. The pieces are mounted on hand dyed crocheted silky ribbons and have a toggle clasp on the top. The sides are each about 9 inches long.
I am glad to have finally have seen inside St Giles.
This must have been my 3rd or 4th attempt, finding the way up to the walkways, then seeing the church in the distance but the skyways take me in the wrong direction. Like some Kafkaesque dream, so near and yet so far.
I visit The Barbican on my first phototrip to London 9n 1987, just one shot inside the Centre and one of the fountains outside, and that is all that I have to remember. But then without those two shots, I would say I had not been here at all.
Dad used to work in The Barbican. Brooke Marine had a contract to refurbish kitchens of flats when somebody new moved in. And that's how he met Clive James one day. In a lift. Those Japanese are mad aren't they? Is the sum total of Dad's conversation with Clive. James had just started his "on TV" series, and the Japanese game show, "Endurance" was all the rage..
Dad also escaped the Aldgate Tube disaster by a few minutes, catching the next train down the line, thus avoiding crashing into the buffers. I did not realise for years how close he came to the end that day.
St Giles is almost impossible to get to, I walked round The Barbican, then under it, and then through the Centre before being directed up some stairs.
And then seeing it wasn't enough, almost like keep it in your peripheral vision so it don't know you're looking for it.
But I did get there, and it was open.
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St Giles has the most startling setting of perhaps any English medieval church. A foundation of the 11th Century, the church was rebuilt after a fire in 1545, that is to say right at the very end of the Medieval period, and looks what it is, a big late Perpendicular East Anglian church, the tower rebuilt in the 17th Century but otherwise looking as if it might be beside the market place in a small Norfolk or Suffolk town. This is disingenuous of course, because the reason for it is the same in both cases, fabulous wealth on the eve of the Reformation.
Historically this was for centuries the largest parish in the City, and the most populous. It was certainly the poorest. The parish was particularly badly affected by the Great Plague of 1665, losing perhaps a third of its entire population. St Giles was too far north to be burned in the Great Fire, but reaped a benefit from it because of the large number of people relocating to the parish from nearer the river. The drains were culverted, and there was plenty of money for repairs and refurbishments. In the 19th Century the church was made more Gothic than it was already with the addition of battlements along the aisles and clerestories.
Along with most of the area to the north of Cannon Street and the south of Old Street, St Giles was completely destroyed on the evening of 29th December 1940, when high winds and the lack of firewatchers due to the Christmas holidays conspired to fan the flames created by wave upon wave of German bombers. For more than ten years St Giles stood a ruin, as the City Corporation pondered what to do with the area. That St Giles would be rebuilt was not in question, but it would need to be as part of the unified whole envisaged for the area north of London Wall, the largest single bomb site in the whole of the British Isles. The usage of the area would need to be largely residential, as the Corporation was concerned about the depopulation of the City, but should also include spaces for arts, recreation and education. Cost was not a factor, there was plenty of money available.
The result was the largest single building project in England during those post-war years. The Corporation accepted the plans submitted in 1956 by its favourite architectural practice Chamberlin, Powell & Bon. The new area would be home to high-rise and low-rise residential buildings all linked together through gardens, with an arts centre at the core. Significantly, it wasn't intended that retail spaces would form a significant part of the scheme. In a brave and revolutionary gesture, the new scheme would be entirely traffic free, the road carried under the site through a tunnel. A revised plan of 1959 allowed for the walkways of the new scheme to be linked into the raised walkways planned to spread like a web throughout the City - although fortunately, apart from London Wall and Upper and Lower Thames Street, this web was never built. The new scheme took its name from the main street which had run through the site, which in turn was named for a medieval fortification to the north of the Wall. And so the Barbican began to rise from the ashes.
With the scheme underway St Giles could be restored, and it reopened in 1960 to the design of Godfrey Allen. Bearing in mind that the interior had been entirely destroyed, and considering the modernist city which was arising around it, the restoration was very conservative, the new interior replicating as far as possible what was there before, some of the furnishings coming from the demolished church of St Luke, Old Street, which had been put in storage. The east end of the chancel was new, but based on architectural details which had survived the 19th Century restoration. There is some decent post-war glass, and memorials to some of the church's worthies including John Milton.
And so it is only outside that St Giles is extraordinary. After twenty years of work the Barbican was opened in 1981, the last great post-war repair project to be completed. The church floats like a great ship in a sea of concrete, an illusion furthered by its position beside one of the Barbican waterways. Some memorials have been reset in the brick and concrete. Beyond is the Barbican Centre, and above rise the great shafts of the towers. When they were built they were the tallest residential buildings in Europe, unashamedly modernist in their concrete jaggedness. And yet there is a pleasing harmony to the whole, the contrasting tower of St Giles sticking up perpendicularly to join them. Of course, you wouldn't want every church in this kind of setting, but I think it works here. And, as in centuries past, St Giles remains the most populous parish in the City.
There was, of course, an emotional reasoning behind rescuing the City churches after the Blitz, because they had become emblematic of the 'London can take it' attitude. Wandering around the City I am struck that with the possible exception of 30 St Mary Axe, the Barbican towers are still the most refreshingly Modern buildings in the Square Mile, and they are now almost forty years old. Much of the corporate architecture along Bishopsgate is simply dire, especially the awful Heron Tower, and it is hard to remember that the NatWest Tower or whatever it is called now ever looked Modern.
Simon Knott, December 2015
On January 27, the U.S. Mission participated in the official Holocaust Remembrance Day ceremony hosted by the UN Offices at Geneva to mark the 75th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz and the end of the Holocaust. During the event, Holocaust survivor Paul Sobol recounted his own story of survival, and the Choir of the Geneva Alliance Girsa School, accompanied by the Hotegezugt Orchestra, provided a musical interlude. As Ambassador Bremberg noted in his remarks, “Holocaust Remembrance Day keeps alive the stories and experiences of those who bore witness to one of the most horrific periods in history…. But Holocaust Remembrance Day is more than remembering the past. It’s about understanding why the Holocaust happened. It’s about making sure that Holocaust history is portrayed in an accurate way. It calls on all of us to be mindful of the future and to live up to the pledge of ‘never again’.” Other featured speakers included UNOG Director General Tatiana Valovaya, Israeli Ambassador Aviva Raz Shechter, Russian Ambassador Gennady Gatilov, and EU Ambassador Walter Stevens. Director of the UN Information Service Alessandra Vellucci served as master of ceremonies, and journalist Xavier Colin moderated the discussion with Mr. Sobol.
U.S. Mission Photo/Eric Bridiers
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.
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Memorial in a garden at Blackhall's Welfare Park to the 19 killed in an August 1969 bus (or coach) crash on the two-mile, one-in-five Crawleyside Bank, Stanhope, Weardale. Fifteen died at the scene, four later in Bishop Auckland's hospital.
With the descent shrouded in mist, the brakes failed on a bus carrying 42 members of Blackhall Veterans Bowls Club. They had been playing an annual match at Consett. The dead included driver Victor Watts's 12-year-old daughter, Linda. Six of the victims were married couples, and nearly all who died were grandparents.
Three months later, driver Watts told an inquest: "It [the vehicle] just seemed to go away from me. I yanked the handbrake and operated the foot brake but, seconds later, I was going like a rocket. When I came out of the mist, I saw the houses and ploughed straight into them. I never seemed to have a chance."
Having won the match at Consett, the bowlers, most of them retired coal miners, asked to journey home via Derwent Reservoir, opened two years earlier.
The toppling bus careered at least 40 yards through five front gardens, their stone walls tearing away its flimsy metal sides and then ripping out the nearside passengers, until it finally embedded itself in a house wall just beyond the Campbell Arms.
Many of the dead and injured were trapped in the coach's tangled framework, reported the Northern Echo. An eyewitness, Tommy Gill, told the newspaper: "We heard a terrific bang and thought a jet had crashed. I tried to get outside but I had to clamber over the debris. It was terrible, just like a battlefield. There were bodies wedged between the coach and the house – bodies all over. Some were obviously beyond help, but others were screaming and crying."