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He told me he couldn't be a part of my collection this year, that I'd have to wait until next year, but I didn't listen.
Based on a real man named Samuel Wilson of Troy, New York, the national character got its start in 1812, when Wilson provided the army with beef and pork. Distributed in large barrels, labeled “U.S.,” the troops would often joke that the letters stood for "Uncle Sam.” Before long, the term stuck and referred to both the United States and the federal government. “Uncle Sam,” first appeared in character form in an illustration in 1852 and was furthered by political cartoonist Thomas Nast. The most famous image; however, was created by artist James Montgomery Flagg in 1916, just prior to US involvement in World War I. This popular image depicted Uncle Sam pointing his finger at the viewer and declaring, "I want you" on a recruiting poster for the U.S. Army. Photo by Joseph Randall Blanchard in 1898.
conductor, tour guide and storyteller on the lahaina ka'anapali railroad, better known on maui as "the sugar cane train".
uncle terry goes to great lengths with his friendly demeanor and stories to make every rider on the sugar cane train, feel welcome and to see to it that they enjoy the ride.
My great Uncle Ted "King Kong" Cox was a pro wrestler and quite famous in his time. He was married to my mother's aunt Timmie. I knew him as a sweet, gentle man and he was one of my favourite uncles. I can remember sitting on his lap and him helping me learn to read. This is a picture of him with his wrestler's license.
Submitted for 52 Weeks of Pix, week #23, "Something Old"
Here is a mosaic I made for the owner of Uncle Peteza's Pizzeria, a local restaurant in Bothell, Washington. Pete Anthony, also known as “Uncle Peteza,” is well-known in the Bothell area, and helps to develop a better community. The mosaic was built based on his logo, which is a caricature of him. The mosaic will put on display in his dine-in restaurant.
I love to make things for people, and then to see their face light up when they say, “Hey, that's made of LEGO!”
The Sea of Liverpool has swallowed up so many sailors, travellers and adventurers that you would think it was a cannibal.
Icebergs are boat hunters and Liverpudlians are huge children with eyes full of hope and rebellion.
For the unsinkable Titanic, her first voyage was also to be her last.
But let's move right away to the story of one stowaway: loaded on board during the night, unnoticed - a thirty foot tall Giant capable of travelling through time, on his way to another continent to meet his daughter, the Little Giant.
Giants don't grow old, don't grow up, they just stay the age they are for eternity - that is, if they don't die. Disaster struck in the Atlantic Ocean; everyone knows the details of the accident. The ocean liner was the pride of Liverpool, and many different Liverpudlian tradesmen were recruited, mainly to maintain the ship and to look after the passengers.
But let's return to our gigantic passenger trapped in one of the holds. He feels the full force of the iceberg's blade. The sea rushes into the ship so fiercely that he is unable to move.
He is a prisoner and plummets 12,000 feet with the Titanic. We believe that, knowing he would soon die, he took his last underwater lift ride before coming to rest in a cloud of dust on the ocean bed.
Above, petrified with fear, survivors hoped for miracles - some were rescued, that too is known.
When the Little Giant heard the news, she sought out her uncle, the Great Giant's brother. While listening to her, the uncle made a decision that was to take him a century to carry out.
First, he would make himself a diving suit. Then he would scour the ocean floor for the shipwreck. After that, he would bury his brother in the deep-sea bed. Most importantly, he would come back with the letter the Great Giant had written to the Little Giant Girl. This is why he walked for many long years across the ocean floor, pulling the Titanic's mail trunk to bring back the post to Liverpool.
Such tragedies do not affect the Little Giant's morale who bravely decided to come to the reunion. While reading magazines before leaving, she discovered that there are another two famed legends in Liverpool - The Beatles music, and the sheer madness for football of the rebel City.
Before setting up her first camp in Stanley Park, between the two football stadiums north of the city, she decides she will go on a cruise through the town on a road-sailing boat. A few hours before her arrival, as if by magic, a geyser shoots up from the ground in the city centre, to herald her arrival.
Written By Jean-Luc Courcoult
Author, Artistic Director and Founder, Royal De Luxe.
Uncle Bert was my mom's mother's uncle, and aside from being an extremely handsome fella (as is evidenced in this 20's-era photo), he was quite a funny guy and a very entertaining writer.
I have excerpts of a letter that Uncle Bert wrote to my mom in the late 1960's about growing up on a farm in rural Illinois at the turn of the century with eight siblings and his parents. Here's the letter:
"This was taken in 1938 but looks exactly like it did when we lived there. The large tree which you can just see a part of is one of four hard maples which Dad (Charles Albert Griffin) planted about 65 years ago, and which are still thriving.
A part of the summer kitchen can be seen at the left, while beyond at a discreet distance and out of sight stood the four-holer. Dad had started out early with a modest one-holer, later replacing it with a two-holer. Finally, in desperation, he constructed a mammouth four-holer that was an architectural triumph. The structure was not a thing of beauty, but what it lacked in decor and design, it made up for in size. Holes number two, three and four were of varied sizes which sometimes caused visitors unfamiliar with their surroundings to hesitate almost too long in making a selection. Number one was about the size of the head-end of a vinegar barrel to accommodate Mother (Ida Keath Griffin), she being a person of most ample proportions. Number one, incidentally, was never used by the rank and file as a matter of choice. It was only when traffic was heavy and disaster threatened that any of the small fry would venture to avail themselves of its services, clinging fearfully to its edge like a fledgling about to be pushed from the nest.
As the family continued to grow, it became necessary to lengthen the table at regular intervals to assure everyone an even break at mealtime. Consequently, our table finally became so long that only on clear days could you stand at one end and distinguish objects at the other with any degree of accuracy.
Bess and I used to have our differences, usually prompted by a conflict of opinions as to whose turn it was to bring in a bucket of water or feed the chickens. This sometimes led to physical combat, and as she was about four years older, and a lot bigger, common sense dictated that I fight at long range, depending on speed and fancy footwork, knowing full well that if she manuevered me into a corner, I was a dead duck.
Now with the younger girls, it was different. They always seemed to resent such innocent little pranks as having cold water poured down their back -- or having their braids tied into a knot -- or having a few cockle burrs put in their hair. This always prompted them ot squall like a frustrated cat, whereupon Mother would barge in and I would barge out -- if I was lucky.
Even to this day, to hear Eunice talk, you would think I had been a Jesse James, Jack the Ripper, and Little Red Ridinghood's wolf rolled into one. This I resent, and even though the older ones coarsely referred to me as 'Satan,' I still believe I was a good little boy. After all, a boy who helpfuly puts apple peelings into his sister's shoes can't be all bad."
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Uncle Eddie emptying the RV sewage into the storm drain, (You would need to see the movie). Something I would never do without my gloves and boots.
My neighbors told me that at night they would put him in the garage to keep him from walking away at night. The other night they put Uncle Eddie in the garage with the door open while they went in to eat. Someone driving by saw it in the garage and it happened to be in front of the rope hanging down from the garage door and appeared that he was hanging there, they called the police. Their dinner was interrupted by three police cars showing up with lights flashing and a lot of commotion going on. Now when Uncle Eddie is in the garage the door is shut.
My prerequisite to having a successful marriage #3
Having kick ass in-laws. Seriously. Rachel's family is flat out awesome. I'm not lying when I say I love every member of her family. This is her Uncle Johnny. He epitomizes how young at heart they all are. He's almost 60 and he jumps around on stage like he is 25. He also has an uncanny ability to make sure you always have a drink in your hand.
USC School of Dramatic Arts production of Uncle Vanya at the Scene Dock Theatre. This production is part of MFA Acting Repertory 2017. (Photos by Craig Schwartz)
Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats (written as Uncle Acid & the deadbeats) are an English psychedelic doom metal band from Cambridge. Their music is heavily influenced by the late 1960s when heavy metal was emerging. Allmusic praised the band's ability to recreate a particular aspect of this era, describing the band as "celebrating the Summer of Love's soul-chilling autumn: a blasted landscape, post-flower power, resembling Altamont's killing fields, reeking of the Manson Family murders, and, naturally, sounding like a mish-mash of all of the apocalyptic musical forces that converged upon that era
R.I.P. - we love you, spunky man.
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This is my husband's uncle. He cusses, pisses people off occasionally, doesn't sugar coat anything and says inappropriate things at the dinner table, therefore making him my very favorite. I totally love him.
8TH, JULY - LONDON - Uncle Bob Martin returns to Skills Matter and delivers his talk on Automated Acceptance Testing.It's been over 15 years since the Agile revolution began. One of it's founding tenets was automated acceptance testing. Why was it considered so important back then? Is it still important today? What things are people doing right and wrong? What do the tools look like? See the Skills Cast at: skillsmatter.com/podcast/home/automated-acceptance-testing
The Hendrix Players in their fall production of Uncle Vanya on November 8-10 at 7:30 p.m. Photo by Jazmin Calixto.
I have been away from Flickr a while, sadly my Uncle died on the 4th of December. He was surrounded by all his family and passed peacefully.
He was the only brother, he had 4 sisters and he was my Mum's twin brother.
He had been a Royal Marine all his life. He was in the S.B.S (Special Boat Service) and had done many tours. He has seen the world over 3 times or more and lived life to the full.
He loved fast cars, fast bikes, playing the drums, loved music, Juke boxes, all the latest mod cons and gadgets,adored tigers and had a heart as big as a Lion. For all his roaring he was a pussycat inside. I loved him so much and will miss him always.
The poem was written by him over 25 years ago when he first joined up. He enjoyed writing poems and has many about his time spent in the forces. I will share them with you over the next few months.
A very fresh faced Uncle Sydney, a photo taken not long after joining his local territorial battalion at the start of the War.
A couple young bucks sparring, now with tangled antlers. The younger one, on the right, is ready to give up.
We had to go!
Gavin and Stacey is one of the few programs we enjoy together so we had to go see the filming locations (we wanted to see whats occuring). It was a little bit drizzly when we got off the train at the island. Even that did not defeat the brave Welsh spirit (shown buy the 2 little kids playing on the beach). Saw the cafe, chippy and Nessas Slots. The pleasure island is now being upgraded. After a good wander we got back on the train and got off at Barry Central. Then we wandered up to Trinity Street to see Gwens House, Uncle Bryn (my fave) and Doris.
Unfortunately no one was in, which was sad because I could of murdered an omelette after the climb up the hill. The tv does not give the full effect of how steep Trinity Street is! Once again, every one we spoke to was lovely (apart from the estate agent on Broad Rd/St? he didn't even know the location of a Street about half a mile away, mind you he was more interested in his buddies R8!) The Butcher on the main shopping street was especially kind with his directions to Barry Docks Railway Station.
My favorite uncle.
My dad's kid brother.
A math savant. As the story goes, when in a supermarket, his mom (my grandmother "Bubbe") would call out prices and he'd beat the cash register...at aged 4.
Was on Jeopardy.
On the grounds of the LSU Burden Center (off Essen Lane) in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Marker says:
"UNCLE JACK
This bronze sculpture of an elderly black man was created to memorialize the accomplishments and contributions of African-Americans in nineteenth century Louisiana. The statue was the brainchild of Jackson L. Bryan, who was born in Mansfield, Louisiana in 1868. Jack Bryan and his twin brother Joe played with African-Americans as children, worked with them as adults, and had a strong close association with African-Americans all their lives. Jack Bryan became a successful cotton planter mill owner and banker in Natchitoches, Louisiana. In 1926 he dedicated to commission and erect a statue 'dedicated to the faithful service of black people who had played an instrumental role in the building of Louisiana.'
Mr. Bryan selected Hans Schuler, Sr. (1874-1951) to sculpt and cast a statue in bronze for $4300.00. Hans Schuler had graduated from the Maryland Institute's Rinehart School of Sculpture in Baltimore, and was the first American sculptor to win a Gold Medal at the 1901 Paris Salon. He had a successful career, receiving numerous awards for his commissions throughout America. Schuler was known as the 'Monument Maker' for his statuary, busts and plaques displayed in public parks, churches, and museums. The 'Uncle Jack' scultpture is one of this best know works, renowned for its artistic merit.
The sculpture was erected in 1927 at the foot of Front Street in Natchitoches, Louisiana. Set in a small park, the statue became a major tourist attraction as a unique memorial to nineteenth century African-American workers. Local residents call it 'Uncle Jack' for Mr. Bryan. It has been know also as the 'Good Darky.' The original plaque read 'Dedicated to the arduous and faithful services of the good darkies of Louisiana.' Newspapers and magazines, including the National Geographic, contained articles and pictures of the sculpture and stated, 'A visit to Natchitoches was not complete without a visit to the statue.'"
My dad and I drove up to Long Island to visit his brother a few weeks ago. Uncle Bob is 88, and I hadn't seen him in a few years. It was wonderful to get the chance to visit him and my aunt. They still live in the huge old house they've always lived in, and although my uncle has some infirmities, he seems the same as he always was.