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This is a false fronted and expanded slightly in the back and possibly on one side marina Safeway. The deli and pharmacy are clearly added to the two front corners. The deli is very small. The deli also has a small oven where they make certain bakery products, other bakery products are brought from a store in Bend. Meat is along the back wall. Dairy is part on the back wall and part on one side wall. Liquor is split between a couple parts of the store.
246 West Monroe
Burns, OR
[From October 2004]
After the horror of making the first with a splodgey head, I had to make another, this time stuffing the head with cotton balls before filling it with plastic pellets. Look at their hands, they're NUBBINS!
But it could've been worse. Gotta look at the bright side.
Two Bacon Free Library families don't let snow and cold weather keep them away from their favorite reading.
---> www.ipernity.com/doc/goetzkluge/31183277
[left]: Segment from an Illustration by Henry Holiday to Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark (1876).
[right, mirror view]: The Bone Player (1856) by William Sidney Mount, now displayed in MFA, Boston.
This long forgotten family resting place is hidden in the forest away from the eyes of anyone who might pass by. The tombstone in the forefront is dated from April of 1845. There is what appears to be a smaller, child sized tombstone at the far corner.
But all references I can find have listed only two graves here.
Carloss, Archelaus (b. ca. 1770 - d. 11 Apr 1845)
Husband of Ruth Carloss. Age 75 yrs.
Carloss, Ruth (b. ca. 1781 - d. 25 Nov 1824)
Wife of Archelaus Carloss. Age 43 yrs
In my second year as a runway model at the same venue, I was going to be walking solo and making two complete turns on the catwalk to show off my outfit, another pink dress. This task filled me with importance as I was coached during rehearsals on how to make those turns—slowly and stopping in the pose, toe pointed. At the last minute a friend of my grandmother's asked me if I would take with me her daughter, Pat, the eldest of her two children. I did not want to because this was my gig, but I knew I could not refuse, since she was an important friend of my grandmother's from her work with the government. Not to mention that the red vinvyl outfit was the ultimate in chic. So I took Pat's hand and walked her down the runway with me, but she ruined all my turns because she thought it was a game and was swinging around very fast. It was all I could do to keep her in check.
Nevertheless, my diplomacy seemed to endear me to both Pat and her mother and I was always invited to their house and out to dinner whenever I visited Bangkok while my grandmother was alive. Pat's mother spoke excellent French because her father had been the ambassador to France. At her home, she had in her garden, an antique Thai house. It had been deconstructed and transported from the countryside to be rebuilt in her yard. You can do that with Thai houses quite easily because they are built as panels that are pegged together. The effect was utterly charming because it was on stilts and she had it installed over the pond and there was a traditional Thai boat moored to one of the pilings under it. I was invited to a lunch at the house for her friends who met there to practice their French. My middling French was put to the test, but it was my father's Leica that drew more attention. One participant pointed out that I was trying to take pictures with an antique camera.
Some years later I visited Thailand with my then girlfriend who also spoke French and we were again wined and dined by the ambassador's daughter. The two expressed surprise at how authentic the other's accent was. "It is very unusual to hear such good French especially from an American", said the ambassador's daughter. "And also difficult for a Thai," my girlfriend pointed out, quite unaware of how she was outranked. Neither seemed insulted by the assumptions of the other.
This is another press photo printed on glossy 5 x 7 paper which seemed very impressive at the time. I have also mastered the art of folding my socks down so they don't look so nerdy. I remember this dress being quite special, too, as it was made for a wedding, a Western style wedding at an actual church though the couple was Thai. I was one of the bride's attendants with another girl in the same dress. We carried white baskets so we could throw rose petals in the aisle.
i hate how it's one week before christmas and i still have a weeks worth of school left.
where's the fun in that?
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i make this stinkface when i smell burning yet there is no burning anywhere to be found.
i blame the river.
Éjszaka a Siemens Combino villamosok között (Budapest, Magyarország) / Between two Siemens Combino trams at night (Budapest, Hungary)
diversity
recognizing and valuing differences among people
often it is difficult to find out
there is a hidden truth ...
i met this girl yesterday up in the colonia, a very poor area on the island. she and her family were living in a one room place but she was so full of joy. when she saw me she came over for a big hug and greeted me warmly. it was remarkable.. she had nothing but she had everything!
i went up there because the community water is sooooo low that we really don't have enough water to do laundry (hence getting our own well put in .. hopefully soon) it is so dry on the island. but i heard about a lady up there who has a well and did laundry to make a living. i was more then happy to pay her to do my laundry.
i was thankful to meet this girl.
so sweet.
explored... thanks everyone...