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Token from the Sydney Monorail. The reverse side had a few Aussie Icons, which included The Sydney Harbour Bridge, a Frill Neck Lizard & a Koala, but not all on the same token.
Great Rocks signaller hands over the single line token to Mr Freightliner ready for the train to proceed to Buxton.70008 on 4z88 to Dowlow
Recently, mom found this old cemetery in Stony Point NY. I lived and grew up around here and spent many years exploring the little corners of our town, but I've never seen this before.
I believe it was on a an old road. This area was sparsely settled but had numerous brick industries and was heavily dug up and reworked. There is little of the original topography left that people from 200 years ago would recognize. Unfortunately by 1700 this are was clear cut and turned mainly into farmland. in 1609 Henry Hudson saw the Native American villages and farms that lined the river all along the way. They must find this even more difficult to see how badly the land has been treated since the time they were the only people.
The last burials in this cemetery occurred in the 1850s-1870s. There are certainly more bodies whose stones have not survived into our time due to weather, acid rain, vandalism and the businesses that ran the railroad through here. It does not appear they cared much as there are telephone poles driven right into area where the plots clearly were.
These places always get me musing about time, place and my presence in it. We are really impermanent. Some of the family names on the stones are familiar names that have been here for generations. If you opened the phone book you'd see legions of the same surnames, even so these stones are forgotten. The stories of the the people underneath are long forgotten, except for their birth and death-days, A few were revolutionary soldiers and some where 1812 soldiers, probably with fascinating stories...or likely they were boring old stories when anyone alive was around to here them. Now if we could tap their knowledge it would be a national treasure to here the unfiltered and unvarnished details of life in the militia during these wars. In those days the are was sparsely settled and must have had many wild areas that were truly wild. But they are gone...as we will be.
In old cemeteries I think about how permanent the stones seem...and the tokens such as flowers and decorative things. I see things that state we will never be forgotten, but the truth is that we will forget ...and will be forgotten. Even the traumatic Sept 11, 2001 attacks spawned "never forget" signs and here we are 20 years on and there are 20 years of children (such as my son) born without any memory of this event. Just recently we passed the 80th anniversary of the Dec 7 1941 Pearl Harbor attacks and it is an interesting anniversary for most people, except for the ever-dwindling population of WWII and people alive at that time. I'm particularly interested in WWI history and the unbridled hell of trench warfare from 1914-1918.....claiming an estimated 10 million soldiers (many more if civilians are counted) and introducing the world to horrors of gas warfare and mangled bodies shot through and apart by rapid-fire machine guns and relentless high explosive artillery. Nobody alive can recount this misery that enveloped the world and set the stage for the next conflict.
The largest most solid mausoleum is just delaying the inevitable fade into nothingness. Even the pyramids of Giza have a limited lifetime.
The one thing that I do find that actually angers me is the amount of change around the place I grew up. Development has accelerated to a grotesque pace all around. Once there were quiet roads and mysterious places but they are nearly gone. This was certainly the case when I was born around here...and the old timers have complained about it for as long as I can remember. However every corner there is a marsh, a field, a place with no people, it is bulldozed into a flat field and populated with chintzy (not inexpensive though) gaudy crappy modern construction. Part of this is beyond our control, but the landowners and developers develop and develop and develop destroying everything unique to a place. This is true everywhere I go, I feel it most acutely where I grew up and where I see it sporadically. Every inch of ground has power lines, railroad cuts, newly widened roads, and strip mall after strip mall. This is an unsustainable system. Eventually there will be nothing left, and the hoards of people like locusts will move into the "new areas" and leave the old to become the next ghetto. Humans are selfish and miserable. IN particular I have a gripe with the development of large, high end houses, high up in the scenic areas destroying what little of what made the area pretty, A particularly douchey estate has multiple driveways, gates (made of fake stone despite the fact that Rockland County is named for its abundance of glacial debris!) and probably 10,000 sq ft of space and acres of property, all neatly cleared of trees. This is a particular personality I dislike the most....the self-made man who will whore himself and move on to the next town in 5 years when he has fraudulently promoted himself as "talent" worthy of millions of dollars and millions more when he loses the company tens of millions and leaves. He will gobble up precious land elsewhere so he can pretend he has a set of balls and not just wealthy family and connections. But I diverge. This is an old complaint but at least the robber barons of yesteryear built houses and estates worthy of seeing 150+ years later. Nobody will every appreciate a 10,000 sq ft McMansion with fake wood siding, plastic interior trim moldings and all the phony prefab crap called building materials today. IN my town the railroad rammed its railroad through wherever they wanted. The brick companies dug out important tidal marshes nearby ruining the waterfront. Most egregiously the marsh was converted into a dump, Mostly run by organized crime who buried garbage and hazardous waste in return for a hefty profit, which as best as I can determine funded other crime schemes and gaudy lifestyles. The money from all these ventures is gone, the families are gone the benefits to the town are gone. However we do have billions of dollars in closed factories and environmental degradation..so that now the town has to turn to corporate whore McMansion builders who build in the hillside to feed their ego for a few years till they move on.
Our impermanence is perhaps the point to more deeply consider. We should live and enjoy the time and place we have and attempt to leave a small footprint for the next generation to be able to explore the hidden corners and mysterious places.
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This token are made for preparing Mission maps
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I received this token for their slot machine when I ate there last spring, but the slot machine was broken, so I couldn't spend it. Perhaps another time. :)
This old token, also known as a bar chip is from a now closed bar which was located in Plymouth,PA.
Such chips were given when one patron wanted to buy another one a drink. Different shapes, and/or colors determined what type of drink was to be given.
Many bars had such tokens, but now with contemporary registers, paper slips are printed, usually with the value and date printed on it. This is designed to keep customers from trying to get a higher priced drink with a lower valued chip. And they are dated so that they must be used on the date issued.
These colorful and nostalgic collectibles have a good following of collectors.
My tokens for the Elegant Sweet Lolita Tea were OOAK tags decorated with embossed rubber stampings and Valentine's Day themed papers. Each tag had a "candy" detail cut out from paper treat bags I purchased a few years ago. I keep all my Valentine's craft ephemera in one box for easy access.
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A key, different coloured tokens and dice (the dice are especially good for , knights (for Robo Battle Pigs) and pawns (for cheapass versions of Kill Doctor Lucky)
Patriotic Civil War Token
The Federal Union. It Must and Shall be Preserved.
Army and Navy
This patriotic token reminded folks of President Andrew Jackson's stand on nullification 30 years prior to the Civil War. "Our Federal Union! It Must Be Preserved!" was President Andrew Jackson's volunteer toast delivered at the annual Democratic Jefferson Day dinner on 13 April 1830 in response to the South Carolina senator Robert Hayne's pronullification speech. Hayne's speech and the toasts that followed were intended to display a united front for states' rights within the party. Jackson became aware of the plan before the dinner, and he decided to pronounce finally his position on nullification and win back the initiative. To the attendees' shock, Jackson, often identified with states' rights, declared his opposition to nullification and proclaimed his belief in a supreme, perpetual Union.
Sleep Token in concerto al Graspop Metal Meeting 2023 di Dessel foto di Andrea Ripamonti per www.rockon.it
As the Taff Vale Railway Class 02 lets off steam the Fireman makes his way to the Box at Damems Loop to swap tokens and wait for another train to arrive coming from the other direction.
Keighley and Worth Valley Railway.
Taken atop a pole.
A long standing tradition on single lines the token is exchanged between driver and signalman at Tondu. 197102 2N23 1407 Maesteg to Ebbw Vale 3/5/25.
28mm, 11.5 grams
I'm not even positive what the letters in the monogram are. Looks 17th-century to me.
My PokerStars Security Token died today. How about using Google Authenticator instead for logging securely into online poker accounts?
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Google Authenticator is a Google Play app that generates 2-step verification codes on your phone, and can be used when logging into online accounts, such as Gmail, Dropbox or Outlook.
So +PokerStars, how about saving us 3,000 FPPs for ordering a new token and enabling a convenient, free-to-use Android app that gets the job done? I bet it will force more players to secure their accounts, as well.
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Token exchange equipment in Tondu 'box and some 16T mineral wagons laden with finest Welsh coal neatly famed in the window.
NY Times: "An updated edition of [Monopoly]will include tokens that are styled after name-brand products. Five of the eight tokens in the new Monopoly Here and Now edition will be branded, offering game players the chance to be represented by miniature versions of a Toyota Prius hybrid car, an order of McDonald’s French fries, a New Balance running shoe, a cup of Starbucks coffee or a Motorola Razr cellphone."
See the new tokens here
Farthing token, Bath England 1670. This token is not a Condor token but it was the ancestor of the trade tokens of the George III era, being issued more than a century earlier. The legend reads "THE ARMES OF BATHE" the letters "B" and "A" in Bathe well worn. Also note the spelling of arms as "ARMES"