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Cidade de "Nha Chica" - Sul de Minas.
Portuguese
Baependi é um município do estado de Minas Gerais, no Brasil. De acordo com o censo realizado pelo Instituto Brasileiro de Geografia e Estatística em 2010, sua população é de 18 292 habitantes.
Topônimo
"Baependi" é um palavra oriunda da língua tupi. Significa "água da coisa achatada", através da junção dos termos mba'e ("coisa"), peb ("achatado") e 'y ("água, rio").[7] Outra teoria diz que o nome provém do tupi mbaé-pindi, que significa "a clareira aberta".
História
De acordo com relatos sertanistas, a região sul-mineira ficou conhecida pelos europeus a partir de 1601. Até então, a região era habitada pelos índios puris.[8] A conquista europeia de Baependi aconteceu, no entanto, em fins do século XVII, por volta de 1692, quando os paulistas Antonio Delgado da Veiga, seu filho João da Veiga e o tio de Miguel Garcia Velho, o capitão Manoel Garcia Velho, partiram de Taubaté, em São Paulo, em busca de ouro. Transpondo a Serra da Mantiqueira, alcançaram um sítio que chamaram Maependi.
Cidade remanescente do chamado Ciclo do Ouro em Minas Gerais, Baependi se desenvolveu ao longo do caminho da Estrada Real - a primeira grande via de comunicação regular no Brasil -, que ligava a região das minas a Paraty, no Rio de Janeiro, porto de onde saía o ouro em direção à Europa.
O madeirense Tomé Rodrigues Nogueira do Ó (1715), capitão-mor e provedor dos quintos do Registro da Mantiqueira, foi um dos primeiros moradores do local. Foi considerado o fundador da cidade, por ter erguido as suas primeiras construções. A mineração foi, paulatinamente, substituída pela agricultura e pela criação de gado. Destacou-se a grande lavoura do tabaco, que fez de Baependi o centro produtor da Província de Minas Gerais e que representou importante fonte de riqueza até meados do século XIX.
Atualmente, a economia do município é baseada na agricultura, no comércio, no artesanato, na comercialização de pedras de quartzito e no turismo, já que a beleza natural é o forte da cidade, cercada de montanhas, matas, rios e inúmeras cachoeiras. O artesanato é uma importante atividade econômica em Baependi. As peças feitas em bambu, palha de milho e tronco de cafeeiro são distribuídas em grandes centros urbanos, como São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Belo Horizonte e capitais da Região Nordeste do Brasil.
English
Baependi is a Brazilian municipality located in the state of Minas Gerais. Its population as of 2006 is estimated to be 18,173 people living in an altitude of 893 meters. The area of the municipality is 751.748 km². The city belongs to the mesoregion of Sul e Sudoeste de Minas and to the microregion of São Lourenço. Coordinates: 21°57′S 44°53′W
History
According to some reports, mining occurred in the southern region from 1601. The conquest of Baependi happened, however, at the end of the seventeenth century, around 1692, when the São Paulo Delgado Antonio da Veiga, his son Joao da Veiga and uncle Miguel Garcia of the old master Manoel Garcia Velho, started from Taubaté, in search of gold. Crossing the Serra da Mantiqueira, they reached a site that called maependi (mbaé-pindi means "to open clearing" in Tupi-guarani).
City remainder of the so-called cycle of Gold in Minas Gerais, Baependi has developed along the path of Estrada Real - the first major means of regular communication in Brazil - which link the region of mines to Paraty (RJ), port from where the rising gold toward Europe.
The Madeiran Tome Rodrigues Nogueira of O (1715), Captain-mor and Ombudsman of Quintos the "registration of the Mantiqueira" was one of the first residents of the site and was considered the founder of the city for doing the first building. The mining was, gradually, replaced by agriculture and cattle breeding. It is a great crop of tobacco, which was the center of Baependi producer of the Province of Minas Gerais and represented major source of wealth until the mid-nineteenth century.
Currently, the municipality's economy is based on agriculture, trade in handicrafts, marketing of stones, quartzite and tourism, as is the strong natural beauty of the city, surrounded by mountains, forests, rivers and numerous waterfalls. The craft is an important economic activity in Baependi. The pieces made in bamboo, straw, corn and tree trunk of coffee are distributed in large urban centers such as São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Belo Horizonte, capital of northeast.
Religion
Baependi has had a parish church since 1723. The ceremony of the Holy Week in Baependi has continued for over 200 years, being one of the most traditional of Minas Gerais. The daily processions accompanied by banda music and choir, the representation of the Passion and Death of Jesus Christ, the corner of Veronica, the sound of bells and the sound of matracas, show the faith and tradition baependianas.
The temples, debruçados the slopes esguias, seem save the city and its inhabitants. The Shrine of N. Ms. of Conception, better known as Church of Nhá Chica, is the most visited by the faithful, which also delight with the architecture and the body of the Church N. Ms. of Montserrat (1754). The churches baependianas - the Mother, Our Lady of Good Death (1815) and Rosario (1820) - tombadas by and Artistic Heritage, represent assets of great value to a nation that considers Nhá Chica its highest spiritual heritage.
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One Day Without Shoes is a worldwide day to bring global awareness to children's health and education by going without shoes. Initiated by TOMS shoes.Copyright: Lindsey Drury
stand there and look into my eyes
and tell me that all we had were lies
show me that you don't care
and i'll stay here if you prefer
yes i'll leave you without a word
without a word.
and you can tell the world that you're tired
but your excuses, they won't work
'cause i'll know that you're lying.
i'm sorry for spamming you guys with self portraits. i don't like how i look here, or on yesterday's photo, i mostly don't post photos (especially portraits) if i'm not satisfied with them but this is real me, at the moment, and that's why i love this photo. there are some moments you just can't control your expression, it can be a huge smile or just the anger in your eyes. i'm learning to be comfortable with all the emotions on my face, like i've learned to hide them whenever i want - i don't like to pretend though, but sometimes you just have to do it by saying "of course i'm fine" with a cheesy smile on your face.
so i'm here, doing what i want to do, watching myself changing every day mostly through my photos, not knowing that it's for better or worse... i'm breathing. but it doesn't mean that i'm living.
ps. thanks so much to those who commented on my blog posts. <3 it's great to know you read them.
I have come away without the pictures from the final day, so you will have to make do with some more shots from Shibuya.
Outside it was a glorious day, and felt like summer on the inside of the ceiling to floor plate glass windows. Phew, its gonna be a scorcher! And what better way to spend the day than with our very own private tour guide>
What better indeed.
We met Maki at nine, and after some introductions, it was decided to go to Tokyo Station to exchange our vouchers for rail passes, thus making the rest of the travelling on the holibob possible. It also allowed us to be shown how to use the Metro, swiping our cards and looking at the map to plan a route. Handily, all lines have letter prefixes, and each station is numbered, so we were staying near K19, and to find our way back, get to the K line and go to the end, and Bob's you Aunt's live in lover. As it were.
I was in heaven, I have been dreaming of travelling on the Tokyo Subway, but I was doing it for real, and snapping. All.The.Time.
We arrived at Tokyo Station after a change onto one of the overground lines. Man, it was already hot, but Maki pointed out the profusion of vending machines. Everywhere, and for 110 Yet you can buy a half litre of cool h2o.
She lead us through various parts of the station to the rail tour office, we all filled out a lengthy form, then we were given our pass which gave us unlimited train travel for two whole weeks.
That done and the fact the Imperial Gardens were nearby, that is where we walked to next, through a maze of modern glass skyscrapers, over half empty 6 lane roads, and to the entrance to the gardens. Once upon a time it was the residence of the Emperor, he still have a thridd of it or something, but the rest is a public garden, which is littered with historic buildings, defenceive walls and the remains of castles and storehouses and the like.
Did I mention it was hot? It was hot.
But the gardens were sensational, and gave us an understanding of the different prefectures in Japan, as all were represented. Also there was green tea plants and bamboo. And on the wing I saw three different species of swallowtail butterfly, but I had left my macro in the hotel, so made do with watching them flit about.
We take a time out to have some water from a vending area before completing the tour round the gardens, before walking to Tokyo Station again, but this time getting a bus to the commercial area for a walk round the public fish market.
It was hotter.
It seems all tourists in Tokyo, and a good proportion of its residents also had the same idea, as it was like Venice on a very busy day.
And it was hot.
The sights and smells were fabulous, but the lanes were narrow and chocked with people, all walking at different paces, some eating, some drinking and some walking with their family. We were trying to keep pace with Maki.
After an hour of walking and loking, and it being half one, it was decided that it was lunchtime. Over the main road bordering the market was a swish sushi place, who had tables att eh counter, so we could watch our food being prepared. Only I wasn't hungry, so made do with some rice and simple sushi whilst Jools and Jen had a set meal. I drtank some ice cool beer.
I had another.
After that we walked through the commercial area to the Tokyo version of Harrods to look at their food halls. None of us are big shoppers really, and we did it as Maki made it sound like a great thing, and some of the displays were wonderful for sure.
Finally she took us to the trendy area, really, so we ccould look round the best souvenir shop in the city. We looked round, bout some stuff, and then said to Maki that we had enough confidence to use the metro, and as we were by Shibuya, where I wanted to snap in the evening, we would bid her farewell one hour early, and we would look for a coffee shop.
After looking in a coule, we found a place in a rooftop place, in the shade, but it was still warm, so we order ice coffee and take the weight off our feet, which after a day's travelling, maybe a seven hour forced march round Tokyo in 30 degree heat wasn't the best thing. But we had survived, but our legs and feet we making some complaints.
We took a Metro to Shibuya, and then went looking for the famous crossing, but we were an hour early, so maybe we should find something to eat. There was flashing neon lights everywhere, and it was all a bit confusing to be honest. Then Jen says there's a place to eat on the top floor of the mega camera store near us.
So we take the lift to the top floor, and are shown to a booth overlooking the street below, and shown how to use the tablet to order food and drinks. Some of it was even in English, which was nice. We order some nibbles and drinks, and pressed send. Twenty minutes later the food arrived, but no drinks, we called the waiter and sent him to fetch beers. And all was good, in fact we mellowed out and enjoyed looking out as the light faded and the neon shone brighter.
We went downstairs and I went looking for the crossing, a six-way pedestrian crossing that is iconic, I took a place looking towards the brightest lights and snapped away. It was a scene you can only imagine, I switched to the wide angle and slowed the shutter speed down and snapped some more. There was still some light in the sky, so the shots were pretty darn perfect, even I says so myself.
Happy with my shots, and the fact our legs and feet were screaming, we made our way back to the Metro then back to the hotel and back to the rooftop bar. It was a heck of a day, and we had achieved so much. And found our way back with no trouble either.
We played cards on the roof, with the Sky Tree shining a mile away, looking wonderful, and so we decided that we would go there the next evening.
Cheers
File name: 10_03_002537a
Binder label: Shoes
Title: Showing the value of the A. S. T. Co. black tip on childrens shoes. With. Without. [front]
Created/Published: Five Points, N. Y. : Donaldson Brothers
Date issued: 1870 - 1900 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 print : lithograph ; 9 x 13 cm.
Genre: Advertising cards
Subject: Dogs; Cats; Shoes
Notes: Title from item. Retailer: E. B. Eaton, Warren, N. H.
Collection: 19th Century American Trade Cards
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: No known restrictions.
It is not without reason that they say that animals and children are set to steal the show. Indeed !
Clara was in the park with her little puppy who was sneaking out of her handbag. I couldn't but notice how cute he was in there and stopped to have a closer look.
Clara was kind and told me that her Dachshund was eight weeks old and that it was very attached to her as she was to it.
While I asked Clara to hold Paavo in her arms for a photo, some other people approached to pat the dog.
"This is like a dog exhibition," one of the women exclaimed and everybody laughed.
Clara is a dance teacher, born into that job, literally.
"Both of my parents were dance teachers. Åke & Leena Blomqvist."
www.liveleak.com/view?i=bc3_1390003491
Indeed, Åke Blomqvist was a very famous Finnish dancer and instructor.
"My advice to the world would be to be kind to each other, to touch more each other and learn to dance.
Dancing is touching, caring, being polite to people...
Touching as well as hugging releases endorphins which make you happy."
Clara says that dancers all around the world are friends with other dancers, no matter where they are from.
"In the worst crisis between Russia and Ukraine, there were dancers from both countries dancing and having fun together.
"For example, these fighting muslims in Syria don't dance as men and women, as couples. I believe that if they would, the world could be a better place. I believe that dancing is the answer to
many problems in the world."
Clara believes that it actually is already.
"Older people are not lonely when they dance. It is good for relationships, it keeps your brain in good shape, it helps people get friends and it keeps body and mind healthy."
"Any struggles, Clara?"
""My struggles now are really small. My main project is to take care of Paavo and to make him learn how to become a good dog. He is very easy to train, at least now, he is very nice. I love him already after this first week together!
"To the younger me I would just say - you are beautiful as you are.
I have made mistakes in my life, but I don't really regret anything
because these mistakes have made me who I am today.
"I have two beautiful daughters. I have divorced their father, but if I wouldn't have married so young, I wouldn't have had these beautiful, wonderful creatures in my life. So no regrets. I'm thankful for everything in my life now."
What an amazing woman, you are, Clara! I love your positive attitude and gratitude for your life, your children and even your mistakes.
Thank you so much for participating in my photo project. It was a pleasure meeting you & Paavo!
9th World Pride / 50th Capital Pride 17th Street BLOCK PARTY along 17th between Church and Q Street, NW, Washington DC on Friday evening, 6 June 2025 by Elvert Barnes Photography
Elvert Barnes WITHOUT APOLOGIES / LGBTQ Public Displays of Affection Archives at elvertxbarnes.com/withoutapologies
17th Street BLOCK PARTY website at worldpridedc.org/events/17th-street-block-party/
Elvert Barnes WASHINGTON DC GAY PRIDE Archives at elvertxbarnes.com/dc-gay-pride-1
Elvert Barnes June 2025 at exbphoto.com/2025
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Author: Andreas Nierhaus, Curator of Architecture/Wien Museum
Last updated January 2014
Architecture in Vienna
Vienna's 2,000-year history is present in a unique density in the cityscape. The layout of the center dates back to the Roman city and medieval road network. Romanesque and Gothic churches characterize the streets and squares as well as palaces and mansions of the baroque city of residence. The ring road is an expression of the modern city of the 19th century, in the 20th century extensive housing developments set accents in the outer districts. Currently, large-scale urban development measures are implemented; distinctive buildings of international star architects complement the silhouette of the city.
Due to its function as residence of the emperor and European power center, Vienna for centuries stood in the focus of international attention, but it was well aware of that too. As a result, developed an outstanding building culture, and still today on a worldwide scale only a few cities can come up with a comparable density of high-quality architecture. For several years now, Vienna has increased its efforts to connect with its historical highlights and is drawing attention to itself with some spectacular new buildings. The fastest growing city in the German-speaking world today most of all in residential construction is setting standards. Constants of the Viennese architecture are respect for existing structures, the palpability of historical layers and the dialogue between old and new.
Culmination of medieval architecture: the Stephansdom
The oldest architectural landmark of the city is St. Stephen's Cathedral. Under the rule of the Habsburgs, defining the face of the city from the late 13th century until 1918 in a decisive way, the cathedral was upgraded into the sacral monument of the political ambitions of the ruling house. The 1433 completed, 137 meters high southern tower, by the Viennese people affectionately named "Steffl", is a masterpiece of late Gothic architecture in Europe. For decades he was the tallest stone structure in Europe, until today he is the undisputed center of the city.
The baroque residence
Vienna's ascension into the ranks of the great European capitals began in Baroque. Among the most important architects are Johann Bernhard Fischer von Erlach and Johann Lucas von Hildebrandt. Outside the city walls arose a chain of summer palaces, including the garden Palais Schwarzenberg (1697-1704) as well as the Upper and Lower Belvedere of Prince Eugene of Savoy (1714-22). Among the most important city palaces are the Winter Palace of Prince Eugene (1695-1724, now a branch of the Belvedere) and the Palais Daun-Kinsky (auction house in Kinsky 1713-19). The emperor himself the Hofburg had complemented by buildings such as the Imperial Library (1722-26) and the Winter Riding School (1729-34). More important, however, for the Habsburgs was the foundation of churches and monasteries. Thus arose before the city walls Fischer von Erlach's Karlskirche (1714-39), which with its formal and thematic complex show façade belongs to the major works of European Baroque. In colored interior rooms like that of St. Peter's Church (1701-22), the contemporary efforts for the synthesis of architecture, painting and sculpture becomes visible.
Upgrading into metropolis: the ring road time (Ringstraßenzeit)
Since the Baroque, reflections on extension of the hopelessly overcrowed city were made, but only Emperor Franz Joseph ordered in 1857 the demolition of the fortifications and the connection of the inner city with the suburbs. 1865, the Ring Road was opened. It is as the most important boulevard of Europe an architectural and in terms of urban development achievement of the highest rank. The original building structure is almost completely preserved and thus conveys the authentic image of a metropolis of the 19th century. The public representational buildings speak, reflecting accurately the historicism, by their style: The Greek Antique forms of Theophil Hansen's Parliament (1871-83) stood for democracy, the Renaissance of the by Heinrich Ferstel built University (1873-84) for the flourishing of humanism, the Gothic of the Town Hall (1872-83) by Friedrich Schmidt for the medieval civic pride.
Dominating remained the buildings of the imperial family: Eduard van der Nüll's and August Sicardsburg's Opera House (1863-69), Gottfried Semper's and Carl Hasenauer's Burgtheater (1874-88), their Museum of Art History and Museum of Natural History (1871-91) and the Neue (New) Hofburg (1881-1918 ). At the same time the ring road was the preferred residential area of mostly Jewish haute bourgeoisie. With luxurious palaces the families Ephrussi, Epstein or Todesco made it clear that they had taken over the cultural leadership role in Viennese society. In the framework of the World Exhibition of 1873, the new Vienna presented itself an international audience. At the ring road many hotels were opened, among them the Hotel Imperial and today's Palais Hansen Kempinski.
Laboratory of modernity: Vienna around 1900
Otto Wagner's Postal Savings Bank (1903-06) was one of the last buildings in the Ring road area Otto Wagner's Postal Savings Bank (1903-06), which with it façade, liberated of ornament, and only decorated with "functional" aluminum buttons and the glass banking hall now is one of the icons of modern architecture. Like no other stood Otto Wagner for the dawn into the 20th century: His Metropolitan Railway buildings made the public transport of the city a topic of architecture, the church of the Psychiatric hospital at Steinhofgründe (1904-07) is considered the first modern church.
With his consistent focus on the function of a building ("Something impractical can not be beautiful"), Wagner marked a whole generation of architects and made Vienna the laboratory of modernity: in addition to Joseph Maria Olbrich, the builder of the Secession (1897-98) and Josef Hoffmann, the architect of the at the western outskirts located Purkersdorf Sanatorium (1904) and founder of the Vienna Workshop (Wiener Werkstätte, 1903) is mainly to mention Adolf Loos, with the Loos House at the square Michaelerplatz (1909-11) making architectural history. The extravagant marble cladding of the business zone stands in maximal contrast, derived from the building function, to the unadorned facade above, whereby its "nudity" became even more obvious - a provocation, as well as his culture-critical texts ("Ornament and Crime"), with which he had greatest impact on the architecture of the 20th century. Public contracts Loos remained denied. His major works therefore include villas, apartment facilities and premises as the still in original state preserved Tailor salon Knize at Graben (1910-13) and the restored Loos Bar (1908-09) near the Kärntner Straße (passageway Kärntner Durchgang).
Between the Wars: International Modern Age and social housing
After the collapse of the monarchy in 1918, Vienna became capital of the newly formed small country of Austria. In the heart of the city, the architects Theiss & Jaksch built 1931-32 the first skyscraper in Vienna as an exclusive residential address (Herrengasse - alley 6-8). To combat the housing shortage for the general population, the social democratic city government in a globally unique building program within a few years 60,000 apartments in hundreds of apartment buildings throughout the city area had built, including the famous Karl Marx-Hof by Karl Ehn (1925-30). An alternative to the multi-storey buildings with the 1932 opened International Werkbundsiedlung was presented, which was attended by 31 architects from Austria, Germany, France, Holland and the USA and showed models for affordable housing in greenfield areas. With buildings of Adolf Loos, André Lurçat, Richard Neutra, Gerrit Rietveld, the Werkbundsiedlung, which currently is being restored at great expense, is one of the most important documents of modern architecture in Austria.
Modernism was also expressed in significant Villa buildings: The House Beer (1929-31) by Josef Frank exemplifies the refined Wiener living culture of the interwar period, while the house Stonborough-Wittgenstein (1926-28, today Bulgarian Cultural Institute), built by the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein together with the architect Paul Engelmann for his sister Margarete, by its aesthetic radicalism and mathematical rigor represents a special case within contemporary architecture.
Expulsion, war and reconstruction
After the "Anschluss (Annexation)" to the German Reich in 1938, numerous Jewish builders, architects (female and male ones), who had been largely responsible for the high level of Viennese architecture, have been expelled from Austria. During the Nazi era, Vienna remained largely unaffected by structural transformations, apart from the six flak towers built for air defense of Friedrich Tamms (1942-45), made of solid reinforced concrete which today are present as memorials in the cityscape.
The years after the end of World War II were characterized by the reconstruction of the by bombs heavily damaged city. The architecture of those times was marked by aesthetic pragmatism, but also by the attempt to connect with the period before 1938 and pick up on current international trends. Among the most important buildings of the 1950s are Roland Rainer's City Hall (1952-58), the by Oswald Haerdtl erected Wien Museum at Karlsplatz (1954-59) and the 21er Haus of Karl Schwanzer (1958-62).
The youngsters come
Since the 1960s, a young generation was looking for alternatives to the moderate modernism of the reconstruction years. With visionary designs, conceptual, experimental and above all temporary architectures, interventions and installations, Raimund Abraham, Günther Domenig, Eilfried Huth, Hans Hollein, Walter Pichler and the groups Coop Himmelb(l)au, Haus-Rucker-Co and Missing Link rapidly got international attention. Although for the time being it was more designed than built, was the influence on the postmodern and deconstructivist trends of the 1970s and 1980s also outside Austria great. Hollein's futuristic "Retti" candle shop at Charcoal Market/Kohlmarkt (1964-65) and Domenig's biomorphic building of the Central Savings Bank in Favoriten (10th district of Vienna - 1975-79) are among the earliest examples, later Hollein's Haas-Haus (1985-90), the loft conversion Falkestraße (1987/88) by Coop Himmelb(l)au or Domenig's T Center (2002-04) were added. Especially Domenig, Hollein, Coop Himmelb(l)au and the architects Ortner & Ortner (ancient members of Haus-Rucker-Co) by orders from abroad the new Austrian and Viennese architecture made a fixed international concept.
MuseumQuarter and Gasometer
Since the 1980s, the focus of building in Vienna lies on the compaction of the historic urban fabric that now as urban habitat of high quality no longer is put in question. Among the internationally best known projects is the by Ortner & Ortner planned MuseumsQuartier in the former imperial stables (competition 1987, 1998-2001), which with institutions such as the MUMOK - Museum of Modern Art Foundation Ludwig, the Leopold Museum, the Kunsthalle Wien, the Architecture Center Vienna and the Zoom Children's Museum on a wordwide scale is under the largest cultural complexes. After controversies in the planning phase, here an architectural compromise between old and new has been achieved at the end, whose success as an urban stage with four million visitors (2012) is overwhelming.
The dialogue between old and new, which has to stand on the agenda of building culture of a city that is so strongly influenced by history, also features the reconstruction of the Gasometer in Simmering by Coop Himmelb(l)au, Wilhelm Holzbauer, Jean Nouvel and Manfred Wehdorn (1999-2001). Here was not only created new housing, but also a historical industrial monument reinterpreted into a signal in the urban development area.
New Neighborhood
In recent years, the major railway stations and their surroundings moved into the focus of planning. Here not only necessary infrastructural measures were taken, but at the same time opened up spacious inner-city residential areas and business districts. Among the prestigious projects are included the construction of the new Vienna Central Station, started in 2010 with the surrounding office towers of the Quartier Belvedere and the residential and school buildings of the Midsummer quarter (Sonnwendviertel). Europe's largest wooden tower invites here for a spectacular view to the construction site and the entire city. On the site of the former North Station are currently being built 10,000 homes and 20,000 jobs, on that of the Aspangbahn station is being built at Europe's greatest Passive House settlement "Euro Gate", the area of the North Western Railway Station is expected to be developed from 2020 for living and working. The largest currently under construction residential project but can be found in the north-eastern outskirts, where in Seaside Town Aspern till 2028 living and working space for 40,000 people will be created.
In one of the "green lungs" of Vienna, the Prater, 2013, the WU campus was opened for the largest University of Economics of Europe. Around the central square spectacular buildings of an international architect team from Great Britain, Japan, Spain and Austria are gathered that seem to lead a sometimes very loud conversation about the status quo of contemporary architecture (Hitoshi Abe, BUSarchitektur, Peter Cook, Zaha Hadid, NO MAD Arquitectos, Carme Pinós).
Flying high
International is also the number of architects who have inscribed themselves in the last few years with high-rise buildings in the skyline of Vienna and make St. Stephen's a not always unproblematic competition. Visible from afar is Massimiliano Fuksas' 138 and 127 meters high elegant Twin Tower at Wienerberg (1999-2001). The monolithic, 75-meter-high tower of the Hotel Sofitel at the Danube Canal by Jean Nouvel (2007-10), on the other hand, reacts to the particular urban situation and stages in its top floor new perspectives to the historical center on the other side.
Also at the water stands Dominique Perrault's DC Tower (2010-13) in the Danube City - those high-rise city, in which since the start of construction in 1996, the expansion of the city north of the Danube is condensed symbolically. Even in this environment, the slim and at the same time striking vertically folded tower of Perrault is beyond all known dimensions; from its Sky Bar, from spring 2014 on you are able to enjoy the highest view of Vienna. With 250 meters, the tower is the tallest building of Austria and almost twice as high as the St. Stephen's Cathedral. Vienna, thus, has acquired a new architectural landmark which cannot be overlooked - whether it also has the potential to become a landmark of the new Vienna, only time will tell. The architectural history of Vienna, where European history is presence and new buildings enter into an exciting and not always conflict-free dialogue with a great and outstanding architectural heritage, in any case has yet to offer exciting chapters.
Info: The folder "Architecture: From Art Nouveau to the Presence" is available at the Vienna Tourist Board and can be downloaded on www.wien.info/media/files/guide-architecture-in-wien.pdf.
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Altar día 28 de Octubre del 2011, este día hubo 2 Altares dedicados a quienes murieron en algún accidente, éste realizado por la Familia González Vásquez, para su hijo accidentado ese año
Las flores que adornan este Altar son principalmente de Color BLANCO, ya que platicaba el papá del joven difunto que así se acostumbra cuando es una persona que NO ha sido casada.
“…Decían los antiguos que cuando morían los hombres no perecían si no que de nuevo comenzaban a vivir, casi despertando de un sueño”
Tochimilco
Esta parte de tierra cercana al Volcán Popocatépetl, porta gran riqueza cultura, durante la conmemoración de los fieles difuntos; las ofrendas aun conservan la antigua forma artesanal, el revestimiento de la estructura se hace exclusivamente con papel picado, papel de colores y cartoncillo.
Ofrendas del día de muertos
Las familias pasan largas horas trabajando en el altar, muchos de estos altares son considerados verdaderas obras de arte, ya que reflejan el trabajo, dedicación y creatividad de la gente.
Características
A diferencia de otros lugares del estado, en Tochimilco particularmente, la estructura de la ofrenda tiene su propia representación: la ofrenda echa en forma escalonada, según la creencia es por esos escalones por los cuales llegara el familiar fallecido y por otro lado la que esta dividida en tres niveles representan la tierra, el purgatorio y el cielo.
Generalmente se coloca en lugares donde exista un espacio grande, el cual debe ser barrido con hierbas aromáticas hacia los cuatro vientos un día antes del día de muertos. Los olores y de los alimentos, las flores, las ceras encendidas, el incienso y el copal, al mezclarse producen un aroma inigualable muy característico de esta actividad orgullosamente mexicana, con el toque característico de la creencia de Tochimilco.
Recibimiento de las ánimas
A las doce del día los familiares acuden a la puerta de la casa a recibir las animas de los fieles difuntos, formando un camino de flor de muerto en el caso de las personas mayores y si es un niño de flor blanca, acompañado del aroma del copal.
Cada escalón es forrado y adornado de tal forma que cada escalón tiene un significado y debe contener ciertos objetos en específico, por lo que generalmente se coloca lo siguiente:
* Se prenden cuatro velas principales formando una cruz orientando a los cuatro puntos cardinales.
* Papel picado que da colorido y alegría de vivir.
* Las flores son la bienvenida para el alma, la flor blanca representa el cielo; flor amarilla la tierra y la morada el luto.
* Velas que con sus llamas representan la ascensión del espíritu. También significan luz, guía del camino.
* Lienzo blanco y nuevo que representa la pureza, el cielo.
* El cirio representa el alma sola.
* El copal cuyo humo simboliza el paso e la vida a la muerte.
* El maíz representa la cosecha.
* Las frutas son las ofrendas que nos brinda la naturaleza. Generalmente son cañas de azúcar, naranjas, tejocotes, jícaras, cajinocuiles, ciruelas, aguacates, nueces, chayotes, conservas, manzana, calabaza, cacahuates, etc.; así mismo la miel no debe faltar.
* Las calaveras de azúcar que son una costumbre indígenas.
* El agua que da vida y energía para el camino.
Los platillos con los que se trata de agradar al difunto compartiendo los alimentos que le gustaban, por lo que tradicionalmente se coloca el mole, las tortilla recién hechas, tamales, chocolate casero, el atole hecho de maíz, el chacualote hecho de calabaza, cacahuate y miel o panela, chapulines, el pulque.
* El pan tradicional, las hojaldras que en Tochimilco le llaman el pan de muerto, los bollos, las cachetonas, los rosquetes embetunados, los colorados.
* Fotografía de la persona a quien se dedica el tributo.
* Un Cristo para que haya bendiciones.
*Una cruz de flor de cempasúchil que simboliza los 4 puntos cardinales.
* Objetos personales del difunto.
Fecha de Colocación de ofrendas
-28 DE OCTUBRE
dedicadas a quienes murieron en algún accidente (Accidentados)
-31 DE OCTUBRE
dedicadas a los niños
-01 DE NOVIEMBRE
dedicadas a todos los fieles difuntos
-02 de noviembre
El día de los fieles difuntos, es decir el 2 de noviembre, día en el que se celebra la máxima festividad de los muertos en México, particularmente en Tochimilco, a los familiares les gusta ir a dejar flores a las tumbas de sus muerto, pero para otras representa todo un rito que comienza desde la madrugada.
Las familias acuden al cementerio y hacen altares, colocan veladoras, sahumerio y realizan oraciones sobre las tumbas de los familiares, estos altares tienen un gran significado ya que con ellos se cree que se ayuda a sus muertos a llevar un buen camino durante la muerte, el cementerio se cubre de flor de cempasúchil, terciopelo rojo, laurel, romero y enel caso de las tumbas de los niños se adornan con flores blancas como aleli, nube, laurel y romero.
..when I think of how many shows I slept through!
what can I say, beautiful sunrise this morning. Got up at 4.30 am, looked out the front door, clouds looked thick. Checked again an hour later thought it might be worth a shot. Arrived with 5 mins to spare!
out at Manly, Brisbane this morning, next to the river
Basic Airtours International livery without titles but with the new MyTravel.com web address.
This one's a bit complicated. A very early Boeing 757, line no:8, this aircraft was delivered to Eastern Air Lines as N507EA in Dec-82. Eastern Air Lines ceased operations in Jan-91 and the aircraft was stored at Las Vegas, NV, USA.
It was sold to the Tracinda Corporation in May-92 and leased to MGM Grand Air as N701MG in Aug-92. It was returned to the Tracinda Corporation in Jan-93 and again stored at Las Vegas.
It was sold to Bombardier Capital Inc in Jul-94 and remained stored until it was sold to Airfleet Credit Corporation in Oct-94. The aircraft was leased to Airtours International Airways as G-RJGR in Nov-94. It was sub-leased to Spanair in Oct-96 for the winter season, returning to Airtours in Apr-97.
Airtours was renamed MyTravel Airways in May-02 and the aircraft continued in service until it was returned to the lessor in Nov-05 and stored at Marana, AZ, USA. In Mar-06 it was sold to Evergreen Aircraft Sales and Leasing as N811AD and permanently retired.
The fuselage (no wings) was noted at Marana in Feb-08, on pallets in basic MyTravel livery and broken up in Apr-08. So how was it possible that it was sold to the Megalith Group in May-09 and re-registered N448TK in Jun-09 ???
Note: I also have it noted in my database that it was sold to the secretive L.3 Communications company the month after it was broken up (RZ Jetz has it noted as a 'paper transaction only'), as is the sale to the Megalith Group and subsequent re-registration to N448TK. Oddly, a look at the US FAA Register shows N448TK (B757 c/n 22197) had it's CoA renewed on 09-Mar-17 and expires on 31-Mar-20... Perhaps I should stop digging before men in dark suits, crew cuts and dark sunglasses come knocking at my door...
I should also mention that all the above info is freely available through various sources and websites online...
(Previous KOM League Flash Reports are available on request)
Comment regarding SPAM. The vocabulary gets changed with each generation. You all know what I talking about without my having to illustrate how the meaning of words change. One of the greatest stories for which I don't recall all the details occurred during the opening of a large supermarket in Columbia, Mo. in the 1970's. One of the items they featured on sale was SPAM. A young reporter for either one of the two newspapers or television station covered the opening and was impressed with the large display of SPAM.
Being a good and inquisitive reporter he inquired as to the composition of the product. The store had a young assistant manager with a quick and inventive mind so he explained to the reporter that SPAM was the product of a very small animal found only in Nebraska. He went on to explain that like any other product it had years when it was abundant and other years when the little animal was scarce and the product was hard to buy. Since the product was obviously abundant that year he told the reporter that people should stock up on it.
Understand this was long before the internet and the reporter bought the story hook, line and sinker. The story was published or aired in Columbia and it was so popular with the mass audience that the reporter asked the assistant store manager for a follow-up interview. The next time around he even asked for a picture of a SPAM. The assistant manager went into great detail about the animal being nocturnal and that no one had ever photographed one.
In the foregoing paragraphs I just made a huge blunder. I've told a story about which all the details aren't known. However, like most of everything else I write someone out there will probably recall it or can find the story on an old newspaper site. If no one can embellish on this story it still remains my favorite on the subject of SPAM.
A question: Does any reader recall a song from the heyday of Harry Caray, in St. Louis, entitled "The Harry Caray Polka?" If you know of a recording of it or know where the complete lyrics might be found I'd appreciate knowing about it. I will share it with one other person, the one who inquired about it.
The
KOM Flash Report
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August 23, 2013
Store this URL somewhere to stay informed of KOM updates and photos. www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/
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This is the first attempt since the Google Internet Gestapo (GIG) arrested me, a few weeks ago, for sending Flash Reports that they determined to be SPAM. Everyone from my era knows what that product was/is. It used to be eaten because we were poor and now people eat it to be chic.
Moving right ahead. For the last 18 days an attempt has been made to keep those with any interest in the KOM league news updated through this site. Flicker: KOM League Photostream
www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/ Some readers, like Bill Clark, right here in Columbia, Missouri, can’t get that feature. So, Bill, this report is for you and I’m including the updates that appear on that site to kick off this report.
August 23, 2013
I'm not sure how many people even bother to check this site for updates. If you do and would like to see a brand new Flash Report with all the excitement those stories generate let me know. In fact, it will take about 25 people asking to see a new report for me to shake myself from the summer doldrums in order to do it. I've heard from a few folks with some pretty interesting tales and I'd put forth a little, not much, energy to do something that a few of you enjoy. Let me know. Otherwise, I'll keep picking tomatoes and placing them at the free tomato stand in my front yard. Just dial me up at j03.john@gmail.com if you want another thrill packed edition of the Flash Report.
August 22, 2013
Yesterday I was going through a list of former KOM leaguers with whom contact had been established over the years. For a number of years communication with Russ and Dody Oxford was conducted by e-mail.. Russ was the third baseman on the same team as the four fellows shown in the photo above. (That is the Flickr site photo)
Russ was born Russell Charles Oxford on October 20, 1931 in Sioux City, Iowa and I learned through some searching of obituaries recently that he passed away April 24, 2013 in Redmond, Washington.
Russ and Dorothy McInnes were married on June 21, 1951 at the Grace Episcopal Church in Carthage, MO. After the wedding many of his teammates formed an archway using baseball bats under which the newlyweds exited the church. The bridesmaid and best man at that wedding were Mr. and Mrs. Walter Koehler. Just one month later Walter was drafted and just over a year later he died while serving his country as a medical corpsman in Korea.
One thing Oxford accomplished that very few former Carthage players pulled off was getting away with a team uniform at the end of the season. He wore #7 which was a hand me down from the 1949 Chicago Cubs. Another thing Russ had was a birthday that was the same as a former KOM league shortstop. That former KOM league shortstop didn't wear #7 until he made it to the major leagues and it was later retired when the fellow retired from the New York Yankees.
One of the great trivia questions in the early days of the KOM league was to ask "Who played on the left side of a KOM league infield, wore #7 and was born October 20, 1931. Never once did anyone ever say the name "Russ Oxford." The only name that anyone knew who fit that description was "Mickey Mantle."
From whence did they come to play in the KOM league?
Many people assume, who weren't around 60 years ago, that Class D teams were heavily populated with players from the area in which the team was located. That was true if the team wasn't affiliated with a major league organization or a higher classification team. In a quick perusal of the database of KOM rosters there were 19 players each from Springfield, MO and Topeka, Kansas. Most of the Topeka lads wound up in the league by virtue of being signed by the Topeka, Kansas Owls. The Springfield boys were primarily signed by Tom Greenwade and shipped off to Independence, Kansas to "sink or swim."
Players from all over the country wound up in the KOM with 105 coming from the State of California and 27 of them from the City of Los Angeles. The Windy City, Chicago, sent 85 of their young men to the league basically because of the Cubs sponsoring teams at Iola in 1946-47, Carthage 1949-51 and Blackwell, OK in 1952. The City of St. Louis contributed 87 players to the league and that doesn't include the other cities in the metro area. Even the "Big Apple" had 16 of their youngsters go west to receive their version of culture shock. Omaha, Nebraska had 40 of their young men in KOM league uniforms and most of those played at Ponca City, OK in the Dodger organization. Bert Wells, of Larned, Kansas, the Dodger scout, was primarily responsible for that.
Should you have an interest in a certain city or town and wonder how many of their residents played in the KOM league send in that inquiry. Small towns such as Alba, MO sent a half dozen players to the KOM league and not all of them were named Boyer. And, as I've stated numerous times neither Cloyd Boyer nor his little brother, Cletis, were born in Alba. But, the "baseball chronicles" will always claim they did. Cloyd told me he long ago gave up on trying getting the record books changed on that matter. It's too late for Cletis who was born at Cossville and every baseball publication on earth will show his birth place as Cassville. One of those towns is in Barry County and the other in Jasper County, MO. It’s not too late to get Cloyd’s birthplace corrected while he is still around to know it. He was born in Duval Township located just north of Alba near what is Baseline Road. Look it up on any good Internet site or bad one for that matter.
August 19, 2013
No Flash Report updates have transpired in the last four days. I'm not planning any Flash Reports for the foreseeable future. No one is corresponding with me about what is on their mind and fortunately I don't have any deaths to report. I do know a couple of guys have had a rough time lately do to surgery and other age related problems but they don't come under the heading of "Urgent Messages." When those arrive I'll report on them. The two people I'm tracking right now, due to health problems, are; Don Keeter and Leonard Van de Hey. Keeter is in a Kansas City rehabilitation facility and Van de Hey is in a Wisconsin hospital following surgery. Word received today was that there will be more of the same for the former Carthage Cub from 1950-51.
August 12, 2013.
There won't be another Flash Report for a few days. If you have anything to submit for the next report feel free to do so by contacting me at j03.john@gmail.com Thanks for checking out this site. The traffic on this site has picked up significantly since the Flash Reports have become a feature.
For the latest interview with former KOM Leaguer, Bill Virdon, go to this site: Celebrate West Plains: Bill Virdon reflects on his career - KY3 News
m.ky3.com/display/6497/story/458e4da0908d50238e442ec6fee3...
The next report will have an update on what happened with regard to the guy offering to give me a Mickey Mantle baseball card and also more information on the late Roger Vander Weide's baseball career. His older brother Robert was "top dog" in the operation of the Orlando Magic when they entered the National Basketball Association.
August 15, 2013. The photos are viewed by a number of former KOM league ballplayers and their families. I learned, by posting these photos that Leonard Van de Hey, a member of the 1950-51 Carthage Cubs had surgery yesterday in Wisconsin. Also, a nice note was received from the daughter of the late Johnny LaPorta, Carthage Cubs 1949-50 that she enjoys the photos. Her mother, Angie, the greatest scorekeeper in the history of Carthage baseball, is residing in a nursing home in the Chicago area and still retains the memories of many of the KOM era.
In the next Flash Report an article will address the subject of radio stations that broadcast KOM League games. If you heard a game or games over KGLC in Miami, OK, KSEK Pittsburg, KS, KDMO Carthage, MO, KIND Independence, KS, KWON Bartlesville, OK or WBBZ in Ponca City and wish to share a memory I'd love to include it in the article. There were no games aired of Iola, Blackwell or Chanute home games since those towns didn't have a radio station until nearly a decade after the KOM League folded.
The voice of Miami baseball was Russ Martin. He was the pastor of the First Christian Church in Miami and was well known for the dramatic phrases and embellishment of games when they became a bit drab. For a while, Joe Pollock, former KOM speedster, with three different clubs, was his play by play color man.
Pittsburg Browns games were carried on KSEK radio. That station was on the Liberty network and carried a game of the day with Gordon McClendon and Lindsey Nelson doing most of the games. If you got bored you went to the top of the radio dial and got the Mutual Broadcasting Company game with Al Helfer doing the announcing on radio station WMBH in Joplin. In the evening that station carried the Joplin Miner games with Bill Grigsby doing the play by play. As a point of trivia the last KOM game broadcast was in 1998 with Grigsby doing most of the play by play and not so ably assisted by Yours truly. That was about as much fun as I ever had. By the way one of the announcers for Pittsburg was Thad Sandstrom who later headed up the WIBW radio and TV empire. If you want to know the fate of Mr. Sandstrom check that out on the Internet. The story is too long and gory to place here.
Bill Platt, James DeStefano (aka Jim King), Fred Pralle and Keith Upson broadcast for Ponca City, Carthage, Bartlesville and Independence, respectively. The story of Upson is contained under the last photo on this Flickr site. He is shown with the 1948 Independence Yankees. There are some great tales about the last four guys mentioned but I'll hold off writing anything about them to see if anyone has read the material to this point.
I'm under pressure to keep this site moving along since g-mail loves me at about the same level socialism admires free enterprise and vice versa.
Okay, the foregoing is all that you missed if you don’t have access to Flickr or can access it and don’t.
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Here are a few other things that have transpired recently: And a few reasons why I still attempt to piece these reports into some type of order.
From a lady in Topeka, Kansas: “I enjoy reading these reports whether I know the person or not...............it’s in my blood, I guess and I appreciate all the work you do in writing these reports
From a lady in St. Louis, Missouri. “Dad was reading over my shoulder again! He has been gone so long but baseball was everything to him and (I) know he would really enjoy the reports.”
From a lady in Indianapolis, Indiana:
JOHN, THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHY~~ESPECIALLY THE BIRDS, FLOWERS, AND CHARLIE.
CAN"T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS SINCE KENNY PASSED ON. A VERY KIND AND CARING HUSBAND, EXCEPT WHEN ONE OF HIS PLAYERS MISSES AN EASY CATCH FOR THE WIN!”
Ed note: Kenny’s last name was Cox and played for the 1948 Carthage Cardinals and other teams in the Brooklyn Dodger organization later on.
From a gentleman in Shreveport, Louisiana:
You think you have troubles with Google. I've been out of internet for several days. My battle with A. T. & T. started 3 years ago and continues. Won't bore you with details. Dave wants you to know that Thursday he finished the batch of Flash Reports you sent. Said to tell you he read every word. And he'll be going back to them often over the years! Without the net, have accumulated a # of your photos. We'll set aside a time and
both go over together.
Ed note:
The reports the gentleman mentioned were actually every issue of the KOM League Remembered newsletter that was published between 1994 and 2010. Those arrived in Louisiana thanks to the kindness of Bob Mallon who had kept every copy sent him over the years.
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Baseball trivia--The youngest pitcher to win a Major League game in the 20th Century
Hi John--Here is a little interesting baseball trivia I know you'll enjoy reading. This is an old teammate of mine from 58 years ago. I just met him again for the first time at the Legion World Series last Friday in his hometown of Shelby, NC. This was the game my great-nephew Joe O'Donnell pitched. (Photo to follow in my next e-mail).
When we were teammates, I never knew about his accomplishments. He was just a class-act career minor-leaguer, and good teammate. We had a great time talking and remembering those good old days when the grass was real and batting helmets nonexistent! -Bill--Durham, NC
philadelphia.phillies.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=201211...
Ed note:
Not many baseball fans would know the name of the youngest pitcher to have won a game in the big leagues. The one previous to that was in 1890. Without looking how many of you can name the youngest pitcher to post a win? Here’s a hint if you immediately think of Joe Nuxhall you aren’t even in the running.
Note from a friend since my youth:
Upon finding the information on the death of Russell Oxford I sent a note to my long time friend, in Arizona, Corky Simpson. Cork is an award winning and Arizona Hall of Fame sportswriter. So, when I get a note from him I listen.
Johnny: I remember him well and I always thought he had a great baseball name: Russ Oxford. -- Didn't we shag balls in the outfield during batting practice one time? Or am I dreaming? I think we did. Boy, today the liability insurance on something like that would be more catastrophic than getting beaned on the head. Come to think of it, I believe a Carthage Cub, perhaps Rogers Hornsby's son, did get beaned on the head one time in lieu of catching the !#@%!! ball during an actual game. -- Corky
Ed reply:
They never let me shag balls during batting practice. Hornsby was in CF in the second game of a DH against Independence on or near August 20 of 1949. The Carthage pitcher was working on a 21 straight scoreless inning streak. With one out and a runner on first the Independence shortstop hit a fly ball to medium left center. The ball got above the light standards and Hornsby couldn't locate it and it landed on the side of his head. The hitter, Mickey Mantle, got an inside the park homer and Dr. Tom McNew came on the field to check out Hornsby. That same Carthage pitcher, George Erath, who had his scoreless hit streak snapped by the freak homer later ran a minor league club in North Carolina and gave Curt Flood his first chance in baseball. True story.
By the way Carthage teams have come up a lot in recent days. Len Van de Hey is having some health issues and his family has been in touch. I have even talked to one member of the family about his girlfriend when he was with Carthage. He went with Shirley S. She had four sisters. They were B., S., B., and another B. You probably remember some of those girls. There were three other Carthage girls who dated John Mudd, Walt Babcock and Don Biebel and followed them up to Sioux Falls, SD, the next year, and discovered the ball players had already found other girlfriends by the time they got there. (Only one player from the 1951 Carthage team married a girl from the area and she was from Avilla.)
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A new book about Carthage, MO
There is a new book in the Arcadia series coming out late this month and there will be a special event to honor that on August 30. The kick-off for that book will be August 30 at the Powers Museum which is located directly across the street from the old ballpark where the Carthage Pirates, Browns, Cardinals and Cubs played their games on and off from 1938-1951.
All of those who contributed to the book that chronicles the history of Carthage from 1950-1990 have been invited to attend a special evening together and since I did identify some old photos of former Carthage players an invitation was extended. The following was my reply. “Congratulations on the new book. Those 50 years of Carthage history was special to me, especially the first 20 years of it.
Only yesterday I was exchanging notes with a member of the 1951 Carthage Cub baseball team and I was doing some research on the young lady he dated that year. That young lady is now 81, if she's still living. She had four sisters and I'm about 99.999% sure I could find her or her descendants if I put any effort into the matter. The young lady who dated the ballplayer in 1951 married a young man in 1953 who had just come back from the Korean War. He had attained the rank of Sergeant in the Marine Corps. I noticed in checking the ancestry files yesterday that he died in 1972 at the young age of 40. That was the same age my dad was when he died in 1947 at McCune Brooks Hospital in Carthage.
My mind often wanders back to the days of my youth, in Carthage, and I relish the memories. Since the 1940 Federal Census has come out I sometimes go through the difference sections of the city and look for names I recognize from the past. It’s interesting to see where the parents of my classmates worked and even how old they were when their children were born. The people I looked upon as old were relatively young as I peruse the census data.
I would love to be in Carthage on the 30th but it is impossible these days to leave home. I still put out my baseball reports to a few hundred people and many of the recipients are former Carthaginians or former players loved the town. I'll mention the new book and hopefully some of the readers will order one.
Note from Powers Museum’s director:
Thanks for responding back. I will send you a list of the baseball photos we used. I will also see if another book by another author using some of our baseball photos got published as he thought. Those would be pre-KOM
Ed reply:
What you have are Carthage Pirate and Browns photos. However, there were a couple of 1946 Carthage Cardinals that somehow were in that lot. I imagine the other guy you are talking about is Jerry Hogan of Fayetteville, Ark. who has been trying to get his book about the Arkansas State and Arkansas-Missouri league published for some time. I hear from him nearly every day of my life. (Jerry get in touch with the museum if I have misrepresented anything.)
Reply from Powers Museum’s director:
Yes, so the book is NOT out yet I take it. I won't go looking for it then!
Here is who is in the book:
Pirates Joe Narieka
Browns trio of Roy Meyer, Joe Szuch & Frank Mancuso
Browns bat boy Raymond Baird
Cardinals William Buck
Cardinals LaVerne Etting
...and of course an image of the stadium.
The whole idea of the book was to feature selections from the many archival/artifact donations made to the museum since opening of the museum.
MICHELE HANSFORD
Director
Powers Museum, Carthage MO
Ed note:
Since many of the recipients of this report have Carthage connections you might wish to check out the book about Carthage. It is in the same format as all Arcadia publications. It will be around 128 pages with a lot of great photos and minimal verbiage. If any of you purchased “The KOM League Remembered” by that non-award winning author you’ll know what to expect regarding the 40 year history of Carthage from its glory years.
And, while I’m on the subject, if you wish to have the best pictorial book ever published about the KOM League I’m sure Arcadia would sell you one or more if you begged them. You can purchase them off the Internet and if you purchase them from Amazon.com I suspect that some where down the line it would result in eighty cents in royalties to Yours truly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a royalty check.
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Okay, I’m done:
I’ve dropped so many names and places in this report I’m bound to hear from someone for whom those references will spark some type of memory. If I don’t then this report has NO reason for existing.
What's a State Fair without some junk food? In this shot I'm checking out the fill flash on the D80 to counteract the bright sunny back-lighting which ended up being cropped out. There's been a lot of talk about exposure problems with the D80, but then I rarely use Matrix metering.The other experimenting with this shot is trying the smaller apertures on the Nikon 85mm f/1.4D. Wide open is great, but when I tried a shot with it stopped down to f16 I didn't like the results.
©2011, FUSINA Dominik
Publishing date : 20/08/2011
Location : Roma (Italia).
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Thank you for your favs (F) en comments ;)
L'accordéoniste | Rome (Italie)
J'adore ces genres de rencontre : j'étais en train de photographier une des nombreuses fontaines lorsque, probablement intrigué par mon comportement, un accordéoniste m'a interpellé. Il souhaitait que je prenne uniquement son instrument de musique en photo. Il m'a expliqué - avec les gestes et surtout en italien - que les français aimaient bien l'accordéon. Même si nous avions du mal à communiquer, on a échangé quelques infos sur où j'habitais, et où il aimerait aller... Bref, un portrait de personne dans la rue comme je les affectionne. Naturel, simple, authentique.
Puis, après une poignée de main, je suis parti en écoutant mon accordéoniste reprendre de plus belle dans la rue commerçante parmi les nombreux touristes qui ne prêtaient guère attention à lui. Dommage pour eux.
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A Casa do Grito é um imóvel tombado pelo CONDEPHAAT, que integra o acervo de Casas Históricas, sob a responsabilidade do Departamento do Patrimônio Histórico, de São Paulo e abriga exposições diversas com temas relacionados à cidade.
Características
Quadro "Independência ou Morte", mais conhecido com "O Grito do Ipiranga" (óleo sobre tela, 1888), onde vê, ao fundo, a chamada Casa do Grito.
A casa ergue-se nas proximidades do antigo Caminho do Mar e do riacho Ipiranga, tendo sido originalmente construída em pau-a-pique. Guarda vestígios das diversas reformas realizadas ao longo do tempo pelos seus diversos moradores. Diferentes materiais de construção foram a ela incorporados, tais como tijolos e até mesmo uma pequena intervenção em concreto.
Embora tenha sido vinculada à cena da proclamação da independência do Brasil em 1822 por D. Pedro I (1822-1831), na tela "Independência ou Morte" do pintor Pedro Américo, o documento mais antigo sobre a sua origem data de 1884.
Histórico
Foi desapropriada em 1936, permanecendo semi-abandonada até 1955, quando se realizou uma restauração que procurava aproximá-la à casa representada na tela de Pedro Américo, que se encontra no Salão Nobre do Museu Paulista (Museu do Ipiranga). Nessa restauração lhe foi incorporada uma falsa janela em uma de suas paredes, a fim de torná-la o mais fiel possível à representação artística do pintor. Nessa ocasião que o imóvel passou a ser conhecido como "Casa do Grito".
Foi tombado em 1975 pelo CONDEPHAAT e, em 1981, foi submetida a pesquisas arqueológicas e a obras de restauro que procuraram corrigir os excessos das intervenções realizadas ao longo dos anos.
Nos anos 2007 e 2008, passou por novo processo de restauração, sendo reinagurada no dia 7 de setembro de 2008.
É uma das doze casas que integram o Museu da Cidade de São Paulo.
Visitação
A Casa do Grito se localiza no interior do Parque da Independência, no Ipiranga e abriga exposições diversas com temas relacionados à cidade de São Paulo. A visitação pública é permitida de terça a domingo, das 9:00 às 17:00 horas.
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O Parque da Independência, inaugurado em 1988 no bairro do Ipiranga, na cidade de São Paulo, faz parte do patrimônio histórico nacional brasileiro. Abriga o Museu do Ipiranga, o Monumento à Independência, jardins e a Casa do Grito.
História
Riacho do Ipiranga, cruzando o Parque da Independência, onde foi proclamada a independência brasileira em 1822.
Na Colina do Ipiranga, junto ao Riacho do Ipiranga, D. Pedro I declarou o país independente de Portugal em 1822. O Parque abriga o Museu Paulista, mais conhecido como Museu do Ipiranga, a Casa do Grito além do Monumento à Independência – uma estátua em homenagem ao "grito do Ipiranga", de autoria do italiano Ettore Ximenez.
Um jardim projetado em estilo francês une o museu e o monumento aos outros edifícios existentes no local, que abrigam um viveiro de plantas e um museu de zoologia. Localizado em terreno rebaixado, o jardim proporciona grande impacto visual em conjunto com o prédio do Museu.
O parque é tombado pelo CONDEPHAAT pela Resolução de 2 de abril de 1975, Processo SET nº 8.486/79, e pelo CONPRESP – Resolução nº 05/91 tombamento "ex-offício" e seu uso é regulamentado pelo Decreto nº 25.871 de 6 de maio de 1988. Em 3 de outubro de 1986, o governo estadual passou a administração das áreas que compõem o parque (exceto o Museu Paulista) à prefeitura.
O Decreto nº 25.871/1988 foi Revogadoem 2010.
Características
Parque da Independência com o Monumento à Independência do Brasil ao fundo.
O parque Independência tem 184.830 m² de área total, desta: 51.960 m² de pisos impermeáveis, 124.500 m² de vegetação: bosque (32.200 m²); Gramado (67.900 m²); Área gramada (24.400 m²); 4.500 m² de fonte e córrego e 3.870 m² de edificações.
Possui três entradas, Praça Cívica para apresentações com capacidade para 1.000 pessoas, estacionamento para 150 veículos, heliponto, 36 lixeiras, 25 bancos, sanitário, três bebedouros, bicicletário para 10 vagas e dois comedouros para pássaros.
Flora
Os “jardins franceses”, localizados logo à frente do Museu, são caracterizados por topárias de buxos e azaléias, que delimitam canteiros de rosas, palmeiras e ciprestes. Atrás do Museu, encontra-se um denso bosque onde funcionava o antigo Horto do Ipiranga, parte integrante das pesquisas em botânica do museu, que posteriormente originaram o Instituto de Botânica, na Água Funda. Nesse bosque podem ser encontradas espécies nativas como guapuruvu, pau-ferro, sapucaia, cedro, figueira e araribá, entre outras, e árvores frutíferas.
Fauna
A presença de árvores frutíferas no parque propicia alimentação e abrigo para a avifauna local, onde se destacam: periquito-verde, bem-te-vi, sabiá, sanhaço, tico-tico, pardal, coruja-orelhuda, cambacica, rolinha, anu-branco e a corruíra. Há ainda a presença de exemplares de gambás e Sagüi-de-tufos-brancos, introduzidos na área.
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Link to Cincinnati Zoo..............Bonobo - Baby female named Maddy
Also called the pygmy chimp, the bonobo is slightly smaller than the common chimpanzee. Sharing more than 98% of its DNA with humans, the bonobo is our closest living relative. Like humans, bonobos live in family groups and are highly intelligent. They often stand upright on two feet as we do. Bonobos are capable of making and using tools, a characteristic that once distinguished humans from other animals.
Like other non-human apes, bonobos have longer arms than legs to make traveling in the trees easier.
Bonobos create and maintain social bonds through sexual behavior.
Breaking and folding branches, bonobos make nests in the trees to sleep in at night.
Bonobos suffer from the bushmeat trade, the poaching and selling of wildlife as meat.
Fact File
Pronunciation: buh-NOH-boh
Height: 2.3 to 2.8 ft
Weight: 68 to 86 lbs
Lifespan: Up to 40 yrs
Habitat: Tropical rainforest
Diet: Fruit, seeds, leaves, flowers, fungi, eggs, and small animals
Status: Species at Risk (IUCN—Endangered )
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Salt...every human's need in entire life...without salt there is no food and no world...
it is available everywhere...we are seeing very beautiful advertisement about the salt product from various brands...but there is an story behind this product...
Tamil Nadu is one of the few states that produce salt in India. In Tamil Nadu, salt is produced primarily in the three districts of Nagapattinam, Tuticorin and Marakkanam in Villupuram.
This is about the Salt production at Marakkanam in Villupuram Dist.
The salt pan workers work under extremely hazardous conditions. They work with the harsh sun beating down upon them under the open sky and have employment only for about six months in a year.
Their daily wages vary between 35 rupees to 85 rupees (US$ 0.78 to 1.9). Women generally get paid lower than men. In Marakknam, most of the workers belong to the Schedule Caste communities. It is estimated that about 3000 workers exist in Marakkanam area.
While poverty, indebtedness and deprivation are common to all the salt pan workers, the women, as in many other poor communities, become greater victims of poverty. Generally, they suffer from serious gynaecological problems and. malnutrition and anaemia are also very common. They also do not have support systems to take care of their children. They hardly have access to any quality medical care. Since usually both the parents go to work in the salt pans, it is not clear as to who takes care of their children.
I have captured their activities in three seasons ie., initial ground preparation, Salt making and storing, the final one is in the rainy season where the ground is full of water... I had been there many times to see their activities and i used to talk to them about their work and life balance, to be frank I was so shocked while seeing their work on the field...it was so hot and if we continue be there for more than 15min we may feel that the water level in our body will be completely drained out. such a hot and dry day whole day and everyday...
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A Praça da República situa-se na cidade de Belém, no Brasil.
No início era o Largo da Campina, um imenso terreno descampado que ficava entre o bairro da Campina e a estrada que levava à ermida de Nossa Senhora de Nazaré. Depois, no século XVIII, lá foi construído um imenso armazém para se guardar pólvora, traçando-lhe o nome para Largo da Pólvora. Uma forca foi erguida, mas não há registro de nenhum enforcamento. O que se sabe é que o espaço era usado para sepultar, em cova rasa, escravos e pobres.
Em homenagem ao imperador, lhe deram o nome de Pedro II, mas continuava sendo um grande terreno descampado. Em 1850, até plantaram algumas árvores, mas de forma desordenada. Com a inauguração do Theatro da Paz, em 1878, houve uma urbanização, também modesta. Seu nome definitivo veio com a troca de regime: ”Praça da República”.
O governador Justo Chermont idealizou a construção de um monumento em homenagem à república em 1889. A pedra fundamental foi colocada no ano seguinte, mas foi um concurso que decidiu a forma do monumento. A vencedora foi Michele Sebastiano.
Inaugurado em 15 de novembro de 1897 e, todo em mármore da carrara, o Monumento tem 20 metros de altura. A estátua é de uma mulher, representando o regime democrático, com um ramo de oliveira na mão, simbolizando a paz. O gênio alado, sobre o primeiro degrau da obra apoiado num leão, ergue o estandarte da república gritando: “Liberdade!”. Simbolicamente, trata-se do progresso nacional apoiado sobre a força do novo regime que levanta a Liberdade.
Do outro lado do degrau, a História, sentada sobre vários livros, registra, em uma folha em branco de um grande volume, a data da proclamação da república. Dois pequenos gênios erguem os escudos da “Probidade” e da “União”. As quatro placas em homenagem a Floriano Peixoto, José Bonifácio, Tiradentes e Beijamim Constant foram anexadas ao monumento na segunda gestão de Abelardo Conduru.
A primeira tentativa de urbanização da Praça foi em 1801, com o intendente de Belém, Arthur Índio do Brasil. Ele fez o calçamento nas suas avenidas, acimentou os passeios, colocou chafarizes e bancos e ajardinou as alamedas.
Porém, foi Antônio Lemos, em 1878, que fez a Praça da República merecedora do título “belíssima”. Lemos fez sérias críticas ao projeto urbanístico da praça no relatório ao conselho de intendência municipal. Chamou o ajardinamento do local de “aleijão da arte de floricultura com canteiros de mais de um metro de altura, alinhados perpendicularmente, com simetria fadigante, que irritavam a transeunte mais calmo”. Ele modificou completamente a aparência do logradouro, trocando, inclusive, a pavimentação das ruas que limitavam a praça por paralelepípedos.
Durante o governo de Virgínio Mendonça, foi construído dois pavilhões na praça, o maior hoje é o Teatro Waldemar Henrique; o menor abriga a Escola de Arte da Universidade Federal do Pará. Hoje a praça da República torna-se o palco ideal de grandes comemorações como o Círio de Nazaré, o Dia da Raça e o desfile de 7 de setembro. Nos outros 362 dias do ano, é o lugar ideal para passear com a família, encontrar os amigos ou namorar.
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Venerdì 7 febbraio alle 20.30 nella Cattedrale di Santa Maria Assunta, il Duomo di Reggio Emilia, due delle orchestre giovanili e alcuni solisti dell’istituto superiore di studi musicali Peri-Merulo hanno offerto alla città un concerto dedicato al direttore d’orchestra Claudio Abbado, recentemente scomparso, legato a Reggio da una lunga amicizia e attività artistica.
L’evento, reso possibile anche dalla disponibilità della diocesi di Reggio e Guastalla, è carico di valore simbolico per l’attenzione che Abbado ha avuto nel corso della sua carriera ai temi della formazione artistica e dei giovani musicisti, nonché per i legami che ha storicamente intrattenuto con Reggio.
Il Conservatorio reggiano vanta una tradizione nel campo della pedagogia musicale riconosciuta a livello internazionale ed è oggi una delle realtà di punta della formazione musicale italiana. Diversi tra i giovani che si esibiranno sono gli stessi che si sono fatti apprezzare nel recente concerto al teatro Ariosto in occasione delle celebrazioni del Primo Tricolore e nel palazzo del Senato, a Roma, dove hanno suonato davanti ad alcune tra le più alte cariche dello Stato.
Nel concerto del 7 febbraio saranno impegnate le formazioni A e B, composte da più di 100 strumentisti delle fasce di età delle scuole medie inferiori, superiori e dei corsi accademici e sono inserite nel Sistema nazionale delle orchestre e cori giovanili. Diretti da Gabrielangela Spaggiari, i giovani orchestrali si alterneranno con le esecuzioni di altri brani interpretati da alcuni solisti della scuola: Monica Piccinini (soprano), Renato Negri (organo), Davide Gaspari (violino) e Luca Franzetti (violoncello).
Il programma spazierà dal repertorio barocco a quello romantico con brani di Bach, Wagner, Musorgskij, Händel, Charpentier, Rameau e Buxtehude.
IL PROGRAMMA
Johann Sebastian Bach
Sarabanda, dalla Partita in re minore BWV 1004
Davide Gaspari, violino
Preludio in mi minore BWV 548
Renato Negri, organo
Komm, süßer Tod, (Vieni, dolce morte) BWV 478
Monica Piccinini, soprano - Renato Negri organo
Nun komm, der Heiden Heiland, (Vieni, Redentore dei pagani) BWV 659
Renato Negri, organo
Richard Wagner
Coro dei Pellegrini (da Tannhäuser; arr. di M. J. Isaac)
Modest Petrovič Musorgskij
da Quadri di un’esposizione; arr. di D. Stone, A. Carter)
Georg Friedrich Händel
Sarabanda (arr. G. Spaggiari)
Marc-Antoine Charpentier
Te Deum
Jean-Philippe Rameau
Suite (arr. di P. Gordon)
Dietrich Buxtehude
Sarabanda (arr. di P. Gordon)
Orchestre Giovanili dell’Istituto “Achille Peri – Claudio Merulo”
Gabrielangela Spaggiari Direttore
Johann Sebastian Bach
Preludio dalla Suite in Do Maggiore BWV 1009
Sarabanda, con scordatura originale, dalla Suite in do minore BWV 1011
Luca Franzetti, violoncello
I COMPONENTI DELLE ORCHESTRE
Flauti - Gozzi Alessandro, Genta Giulia, Spezzani Chiara, Martina Cordeddu, Ghirri Alessio, Zini Corradini Chiara, D’onofrio Laura, Bizzocchi Francesca, Russo Margherita
Oboi - Pancaldi Marta, Morini Lucia, Manfredi Orfeo, Tarquini Alessandro, Ferretti Elia, Storchi Costanza
Clarinetti - Montruccoli Martina, De Zuani Francesco, Cavalli Sara, Ranellucci Martina, Pignedoli Giovanni, Russo Tommaso
Fagotti - Tubertini Martino, Davoli Francesca, De Rosa Chiara, Chiessi Alice
Corni - Rodomonti Caterina, De Rosa Sabrina, Fantozzi Federico, Righi Marco, Righi Tommaso, Napolitano Daniele
Trombe - Scolari Simone, Ben Hamed Omar, Magnani Marco, Gianolio Gerardo, Corradini Dimitri
Tromboni - Carletti Gianmarco, Bigi Niccolò, Galimberti Samuele, Bisi Raoul
Violini Primi - Bertolini Sofia, Burza Laura, Ferrante Giorgia, Bulgarelli Eleonora, Cavalli Chiara, Del Sante Maria Vittoria, Bertola Laura, Pellegrini Annalia, Bazzani Enrico, Sevardi Alessandro, Zotti Giovanni, Sabet Giulia, Catellani Sara, Perezzani Caterina, Turcano Mihaela, Lamantea Mattia
Violini Secondi - Bertolini Simone, Bort Ida, Ghirri Rebecca, Casanova Sonia, Reverberi Vittoria, Curti Carlotta, Giaroli Anna, Arisi Emilia, Catellani Camilla, Filippini Fabio, Kononenko Daria, Costi Ludovica, Zambelli Luigi, Davoli Lorenzo, Masini Samuele, Bertolini Matilde, Iotti Allegra, Codeluppi Luca
Viole - Corradini Zini Francesco, Fanti Filippo, Casarini Susanna, Catellani Francesca, Ferretti Emma, Poli Francesca, Corradini Sveva
Violoncelli - Masini Gabriele, Zini Valentina, Letizia Calza, Giuseppe Raciti, Elena Maria Vitale, Re Beniamino, Caterina Vignali, Zappettini Maria Bianca, Vecchi Ines, Campanini Caterina
Contrabbassi - Boiardi Lucia, Braglia Valeria, Fabbiano Gaia, Chiesi Stefano
Percussioni - Genta Gabriele, Tomasello Nicolò, Edoardo Reverberi, Ferrari Martina, Camorani Sofia, Fabbi Diego
Fisarmoniche - Giacomo Melli, Ganassi Riccardo.
Friday 7 February at 20.30 in the Cathedral of Saint Mary of the assumption, the Cathedral of Reggio Emilia, two youth orchestras and soloists of the istituto superiore di studi musicali Peri-Merulo offered the city a concert dedicated to the conductor Claudio Abbado, recently deceased, tied in Reggio by a long friendship and artistic activity.
The event, made possible by the availability of the Diocese of Reggio and Guastalla, is laden with symbolism for the attention that Abbado had throughout his career to issues of artistic training and young musicians, as well as to the ties that have historically had with Reggio.
The Conservatory has a tradition in cheese field of musical pedagogy recognized internationally and is today one of the leading Italian music training. Several of the young people who will perform are the same that have come to appreciate in recent concert at teatro Ariosto on the occasion of the celebrations of the first Tricolor and in palazzo del Senato in Rome, where they played in front of some of the highest offices of the State.
In the concert of February 7 will be committed and (B) formations, consisting of more than 100 musicians of the age groups of middle schools, and academic courses and are included in the national system of youth orchestras and choirs. Directed by Gabrielangela Spaggiari, youngsters will alternate with orchestral performances of other songs played by soloists of the school: Monica Piccinini (soprano), Renato Negri (organ), Davide Gaspari (violin) and Luca Franzetti (cellos).
The program will range from the baroque to the romantic repertoire with works by Bach, Wagner, Handel, Mussorgsky, Charpentier, Rameau and Buxtehude.
THE PROGRAM
Johann Sebastian Bach
Sarabande from Partita in d minor BWV 1004
Paul Gaspari, violin
Prelude in e minor, BWV 548
Renato Negri, organ
Komm, süßer Tod (Come, sweet death) BWV 478
Monica Piccinini, soprano-Renato Negri body
Nun komm, der Heiden Heiland (come, Redeemer of the pagans) BWV 659
Renato Negri, organ
Richard Wagner
Pilgrim Choir (Tannhäuser; arr. by m. j. Isaac)
Modest Mussorgsky
from pictures at an exhibition; arr. by d. Stone, a. Carter)
Georg Friedrich Händel
Sarabande (arr. G. Spaggiari)
Marc-Antoine Charpentier
Te Deum
Jean-Philippe Rameau
Suite (arr. by p. Gordon)
Dietrich Buxtehude
Sarabande (arr. by p. Gordon)
Youth orchestras of the Institute "Achille Peri – Claudio Merulo"
Spaggiari Gabrielangela Director
Johann Sebastian Bach
Prelude from Suite in c major, BWV 1009
Sarabande, with original, breakage from Suite in c minor, BWV 1011
Luca Franzetti, cello
THE COMPONENTS OF THE ORCHESTRAS
Flutes-Gozzi Alessandro, Ferdinand Spezzani, Chiara, Martina Elroy Charles, Ghirri Alessio, Zini Charles Clare, D'Onofrio Laura, Francesca Russo Margherita Bizzocchi
Oboi-Pancaldi Marta, Morini Lucia, Manfredi Orpheus, Alessandro Tarquini, Ferretti Elijah Storchi Constance
Clarinets-Man Martina, De Francesco, Sara Horses Zuani, Martina, Pignedoli John Ranellucci, Russian Thomas
Bassoons-Tubertini Champions We Suggest Martino, Francesca Davoli, De Rosa Chiara, Chiessi Alice
Horns-Catherine De Rosa Rodomonti Sabrina, Fantozzi Frederick, Righi, Tommaso Righi, Marco Napolitano Daniele
Trumpets-Scolari Simone, Ben Hamed Omar, Marco Magnani, Gianolio Gerardo, Corradini Dimitri
Trombones-Carletti Gianmarco, Bigi Niccolò, Galimberti Bisi Samuele, Raoul
First Violins-Sofia Bertolini, Burza Laura Ferrante, Giorgia, Bulgarelli Eleonora, Horses, Of Sante Maria Vittoria, Laura Baird, Ashok Pilgrims, Bazzani Henry, Alexander Sahu, Zamil John, Sabet Giulia, Catellani Sara, Catherine Turcano Perezzani Mihaela, Lagan Maharaj
Violins Seconds-Bertolini Simone, Bort Ida, Ghirri Rebecca Sonia,, Casanova, Curti Victory Charlotta Reverbs, Giaroli Anna, Abid, Catellani Camilla, Filipinos Fabio, Kononenko Daria, Ludovica, Zafar Ahmed, Davoli Lorenzo Masini Samuel, Bertolini Matilda, Iotti Allegra, Codeluppi Luca
Violas-Corradini Zini Francis, Fahmi Philip Casarini Susanna, Catellani Francesca Ferretti, Emma, Francesca Corradini Sveva
Cellos-Masini, Gabriele, Zini Valentina, Letizia Sock, Giuseppe Raciti, Elena Maria Vitale, King Benjamin, Catherine Vignali, Zappettini Nirmal, Old Ines, Campanini Catherine
Double Basses-Boyars, Valeria, Lucia Baranowski Fabbiano Gaia, I Asked Stefano
Percussion-Genta Gabriele, Tomasello Nicolò, Edoardo Ferrari Reverberi, Martina, Camorani Sofia, Diego Fabbi
Accordions-Giacomo Ganassi Melli, Richard.
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However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
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With the rain falling harder, it was a bit of a route march to Holborn and my next church, the stunning St Sepulchre, which was also open.
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St Sepulchre-without-Newgate, also known as the Church of the Holy Sepulchre (Holborn), is an Anglican church in the City of London. It is located on Holborn Viaduct, almost opposite the Old Bailey. In medieval times it stood just outside ("without") the now-demolished old city wall, near the Newgate. It has been a living of St John's College, Oxford, since 1622.
The original Saxon church on the site was dedicated to St Edmund the King and Martyr. During the Crusades in the 12th century the church was renamed St Edmund and the Holy Sepulchre, in reference to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. The name eventually became contracted to St Sepulchre.
The church is today the largest parish church in the City. It was completely rebuilt in the 15th century but was gutted by the Great Fire of London in 1666,[1] which left only the outer walls, the tower and the porch standing[2] -. Modified in the 18th century, the church underwent extensive restoration in 1878. It narrowly avoided destruction in the Second World War, although the 18th-century watch-house in its churchyard (erected to deter grave-robbers) was completely destroyed and had to be rebuilt.
The interior of the church is a wide, roomy space with a coffered ceiling[3] installed in 1834. The Vicars' old residence has recently been renovated into a modern living quarter.
During the reign of Mary I in 1555, St Sepulchre's vicar, John Rogers, was burned as a heretic.
St Sepulchre is named in the nursery rhyme Oranges and Lemons as the "bells of Old Bailey". Traditionally, the great bell would be rung to mark the execution of a prisoner at the nearby gallows at Newgate. The clerk of St Sepulchre's was also responsible for ringing a handbell outside the condemned man's cell in Newgate Prison to inform him of his impending execution. This handbell, known as the Execution Bell, now resides in a glass case to the south of the nave.
The church has been the official musicians' church for many years and is associated with many famous musicians. Its north aisle (formerly a chapel dedicated to Stephen Harding) is dedicated as the Musicians' Chapel, with four windows commemorating John Ireland, the singer Dame Nellie Melba, Walter Carroll and the conductor Sir Henry Wood respectively.[4] Wood, who "at the age of fourteen, learned to play the organ" at this church [1] and later became its organist, also has his ashes buried in this church.
The south aisle of the church holds the regimental chapel of the Royal Fusiliers (City of London Regiment), and its gardens are a memorial garden to that regiment.[5] The west end of the north aisle has various memorials connected with the City of London Rifles (the 6th Battalion London Regiment). The church was designated a Grade I listed building on 4 January 1950.
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The Early History of St. Sepulchre's—Its Destruction in 1666—The Exterior and Interior—The Early Popularity of the Church—Interments here—Roger Ascham, the Author of the "Schoolmaster"—Captain John Smith, and his Romantic Adventures—Saved by an Indian Girl— St. Sepulchre's Churchyard—Accommodation for a Murderess—The Martyr Rogers—An Odd Circumstance—Good Company for the Dead—A Leap from the Tower—A Warning Bell and a Last Admonition—Nosegays for the Condemned—The Route to the Gallows-tree— The Deeds of the Charitable—The "Saracen's Head"—Description by Dickens—Giltspur Street—Giltspur Street Compter—A Disreputable Condition—Pie Corner—Hosier Lane—A Spurious Relic—The Conduit on Snow Hill—A Ladies' Charity School—Turnagain Lane—Poor Betty!—A Schoolmistress Censured—Skinner Street—Unpropitious Fortune—William Godwin—An Original Married Life.
Many interesting associations—Principally, however, connected with the annals of crime and the execution of the laws of England—belong to the Church of St. Sepulchre, or St. 'Pulchre. This sacred edifice—anciently known as St. Sepulchre's in the Bailey, or by Chamberlain Gate (now Newgate)—stands at the eastern end of the slight acclivity of Snow Hill, and between Smithfield and the Old Bailey. The genuine materials for its early history are scanty enough. It was probably founded about the commencement of the twelfth century, but of the exact date and circumstances of its origin there is no record whatever. Its name is derived from the Holy Sepulchre of our Saviour at Jerusalem, to the memory of which it was first dedicated.
The earliest authentic notice of the church, according to Maitland, is of the year 1178, at which date it was given by Roger, Bishop of Sarum, to the Prior and Canons of St. Bartholomew. These held the right of advowson until the dissolution of monasteries by Henry VIII., and from that time until 1610 it remained in the hands of the Crown. James I., however, then granted "the rectory and its appurtenances, with the advowson of the vicarage," to Francis Phillips and others. The next stage in its history is that the rectory was purchased by the parishioners, to be held in fee-farm of the Crown, and the advowson was obtained by the President and Fellows of St. John the Baptist College, at Oxford.
The church was rebuilt about the middle of the fifteenth century, when one of the Popham family, who had been Chancellor of Normandy and Treasurer of the King's Household, with distinguished liberality erected a handsome chapel on the south side of the choir, and the very beautiful porch still remaining at the south-west corner of the building. "His image," Stow says, "fair graven in stone, was fixed over the said porch."
The dreadful fire of 1666 almost destroyed St. Sepulchre's, but the parishioners set energetically to work, and it was "rebuilt and beautified both within and without." The general reparation was under the direction of Sir Christopher Wren, and nothing but the walls of the old building, and these not entirely, were suffered to remain. The work was done rapidly, and the whole was completed within four years.
"The tower," says Mr. Godwin, "retained its original aspect, and the body of the church, after its restoration, presented a series of windows between buttresses, with pointed heads filled with tracery, crowned by a string-course and battlements. In this form it remained till the year 1790, when it appears the whole fabric was found to be in a state of great decay, and it was resolved to repair it throughout. Accordingly the walls of the church were cased with Portland stone, and all the windows were taken out and replaced by others with plain semi-circular heads, as now seen—certainly agreeing but badly with the tower and porch of the building, but according with the then prevailing spirit of economy. The battlements, too, were taken down, and a plain stone parapet was substituted, so that at this time (with the exception of the roof, which was wagon-headed, and presented on the outside an unsightly swell, visible above the parapet) the church assumed its present appearance." The ungainly roof was removed, and an entirely new one erected, about 1836.
At each corner of the tower—"one of the most ancient," says the author of "Londinium Redivivum," "in the outline of the circuit of London" —there are spires, and on the spires there are weathercocks. These have been made use of by Howell to point a moral: "Unreasonable people," says he, "are as hard to reconcile as the vanes of St. Sepulchre's tower, which never look all four upon one point of the heavens." Nothing can be said with certainty as to the date of the tower, but it is not without the bounds of probability that it formed part of the original building. The belfry is reached by a small winding staircase in the south-west angle, and a similar staircase in an opposite angle leads to the summit. The spires at the corners, and some of the tower windows, have very recently undergone several alterations, which have added much to the picturesqueness and beauty of the church.
The chief entrance to St. Sepulchre's is by a porch of singular beauty, projecting from the south side of the tower, at the western end of the church. The groining of the ceiling of this porch, it has been pointed out, takes an almost unique form; the ribs are carved in bold relief, and the bosses at the intersections represent angels' heads, shields, roses, &c., in great variety.
Coming now to the interior of the church, we find it divided into three aisles, by two ranges of Tuscan columns. The aisles are of unequal widths, that in the centre being the widest, that to the south the narrowest. Semi-circular arches connect the columns on either side, springing directly from their capitals, without the interposition of an entablature, and support a large dental cornice, extending round the church. The ceiling of the middle aisle is divided into seven compartments, by horizontal bands, the middle compartment being formed into a small dome.
The aisles have groined ceilings, ornamented at the angles with doves, &c., and beneath every division of the groining are small windows, to admit light to the galleries. Over each of the aisles there is a gallery, very clumsily introduced, which dates from the time when the church was built by Wren, and extends the whole length, excepting at the chancel. The front of the gallery, which is of oak, is described by Mr. Godwin as carved into scrolls, branches, &c., in the centre panel, on either side, with the initials "C. R.," enriched with carvings of laurel, which have, however, he says, "but little merit."
At the east end of the church there are three semicircular-headed windows. Beneath the centre one is a large Corinthian altar-piece of oak, displaying columns, entablatures, &c., elaborately carved and gilded.
The length of the church, exclusive of the ambulatory, is said to be 126 feet, the breadth 68 feet, and the height of the tower 140 feet.
A singularly ugly sounding-board, extending over the preacher, used to stand at the back of the pulpit, at the east end of the church. It was in the shape of a large parabolic reflector, about twelve feet in diameter, and was composed of ribs of mahogany.
At the west end of the church there is a large organ, said to be the oldest and one of the finest in London. It was built in 1677, and has been greatly enlarged. Its reed-stops (hautboy, clarinet, &c.) are supposed to be unrivalled. In Newcourt's time the church was taken notice of as "remarkable for possessing an exceedingly fine organ, and the playing is thought so beautiful, that large congregations are attracted, though some of the parishioners object to the mode of performing divine service."
On the north side of the church, Mr. Godwin mentions, is a large apartment known as "St. Stephen's Chapel." This building evidently formed a somewhat important part of the old church, and was probably appropriated to the votaries of the saint whose name it bears.
Between the exterior and the interior of the church there is little harmony. "For example," says Mr. Godwin, "the columns which form the south aisle face, in some instances, the centre of the large windows which occur in the external wall of the church, and in others the centre of the piers, indifferently." This discordance may likely enough have arisen from the fact that when the church was rebuilt, or rather restored, after the Great Fire, the works were done without much attention from Sir Christopher Wren.
St. Sepulchre's appears to have enjoyed considerable popularity from the earliest period of its history, if one is to judge from the various sums left by well-disposed persons for the support of certain fraternities founded in the church—namely, those of St. Katherine, St. Michael, St. Anne, and Our Lady—and by others, for the maintenance of chantry priests to celebrate masses at stated intervals for the good of their souls. One of the fraternities just named—that of St. Katherine— originated, according to Stow, in the devotion of some poor persons in the parish, and was in honour of the conception of the Virgin Mary. They met in the church on the day of the Conception, and there had the mass of the day, and offered to the same, and provided a certain chaplain daily to celebrate divine service, and to set up wax lights before the image belonging to the fraternity, on all festival days.
The most famous of all who have been interred in St. Sepulchre's is Roger Ascham, the author of the "Schoolmaster," and the instructor of Queen Elizabeth in Greek and Latin. This learned old worthy was born in 1515, near Northallerton, in Yorkshire. He was educated at Cambridge University, and in time rose to be the university orator, being notably zealous in promoting what was then a novelty in England—the study of the Greek language. To divert himself after the fatigue of severe study, he used to devote himself to archery. This drew down upon him the censure of the all-work-and-no-play school; and in defence of himself, Ascham, in 1545, published "Toxophilus," a treatise on his favourite sport. This book is even yet well worthy of perusal, for its enthusiasm, and for its curious descriptions of the personal appearance and manners of the principal persons whom the author had seen and conversed with. Henry VIII. rewarded him with a pension of £10 per annum, a considerable sum in those days. In 1548, Ascham, on the death of William Grindall, who had been his pupil, was appointed instructor in the learned languages to Lady Elizabeth, afterwards the good Queen Bess. At the end of two years he had some dispute with, or took a disgust at, Lady Elizabeth's attendants, resigned his situation, and returned to his college. Soon after this he was employed as secretary to the English ambassador at the court of Charles V. of Germany, and remained abroad till the death of Edward VI. During his absence he had been appointed Latin secretary to King Edward. Strangely enough, though Queen Mary and her ministers were Papists, and Ascham a Protestant, he was retained in his office of Latin secretary, his pension was increased to £20, and he was allowed to retain his fellowship and his situation as university orator. In 1554 he married a lady of good family, by whom he had a considerable fortune, and of whom, in writing to a friend, he gives, as might perhaps be expected, an excellent character. On the accession of Queen Elizabeth, in 1558, she not only required his services as Latin secretary, but as her instructor in Greek, and he resided at Court during the remainder of his life. He died in consequence of his endeavours to complete a Latin poem which he intended to present to the queen on the New Year's Day of 1569. He breathed his last two days before 1568 ran out, and was interred, according to his own directions, in the most private manner, in St. Sepulchre's Church, his funeral sermon being preached by Dr. Andrew Nowell, Dean of St. Paul's. He was universally lamented; and even the queen herself not only showed great concern, but was pleased to say that she would rather have lost ten thousand pounds than her tutor Ascham, which, from that somewhat closehanded sovereign, was truly an expression of high regard.
Ascham, like most men, had his little weaknesses. He had too great a propensity to dice and cock-fighting. Bishop Nicholson would try to convince us that this is an unfounded calumny, but, as it is mentioned by Camden, and other contemporary writers, it seems impossible to deny it. He died, from all accounts, in indifferent circumstances. "Whether," says Dr. Johnson, referring to this, "Ascham was poor by his own fault, or the fault of others, cannot now be decided; but it is certain that many have been rich with less merit. His philological learning would have gained him honour in any country; and among us it may justly call for that reverence which all nations owe to those who first rouse them from ignorance, and kindle among them the light of literature." His most valuable work, "The Schoolmaster," was published by his widow. The nature of this celebrated performance may be gathered from the title: "The Schoolmaster; or a plain and perfite way of teaching children to understand, write, and speak the Latin tongue. … And commodious also for all such as have forgot the Latin tongue, and would by themselves, without a schoolmaster, in short time, and with small pains, recover a sufficient habilitie to understand, write, and speak Latin: by Roger Ascham, ann. 1570. At London, printed by John Daye, dwelling over Aldersgate," a printer, by the way, already mentioned by us a few chapters back (see page 208), as having printed several noted works of the sixteenth century.
Dr. Johnson remarks that the instruction recommended in "The Schoolmaster" is perhaps the best ever given for the study of languages.
Here also lies buried Captain John Smith, a conspicuous soldier of fortune, whose romantic adventures and daring exploits have rarely been surpassed. He died on the 21st of June, 1631. This valiant captain was born at Willoughby, in the county of Lincoln, and helped by his doings to enliven the reigns of Elizabeth and James I. He had a share in the wars of Hungary in 1602, and in three single combats overcame three Turks, and cut off their heads. For this, and other equally brave deeds, Sigismund, Duke of Transylvania, gave him his picture set in gold, with a pension of three hundred ducats; and allowed him to bear three Turks' heads proper as his shield of arms. He afterwards went to America, where he had the misfortune to fall into the hands of the Indians. He escaped from them, however, at last, and resumed his brilliant career by hazarding his life in naval engagements with pirates and Spanish men-of-war. The most important act of his life was the share he had in civilising the natives of New England, and reducing that province to obedience to Great Britain. In connection with his tomb in St. Sepulchre's, he is mentioned by Stow, in his "Survey," as "some time Governor of Virginia and Admiral of New England."
Certainly the most interesting events of his chequered career were his capture by the Indians, and the saving of his life by the Indian girl Pocahontas, a story of adventure that charms as often as it is told. Bancroft, the historian of the United States, relates how, during the early settlement of Virginia, Smith left the infant colony on an exploring expedition, and not only ascended the river Chickahominy, but struck into the interior. His companions disobeyed his instructions, and being surprised by the Indians, were put to death. Smith preserved his own life by calmness and self-possession. Displaying a pocket-compass, he amused the savages by an explanation of its power, and increased their admiration of his superior genius by imparting to them some vague conceptions of the form of the earth, and the nature of the planetary system. To the Indians, who retained him as their prisoner, his captivity was a more strange event than anything of which the traditions of their tribes preserved the memory. He was allowed to send a letter to the fort at Jamestown, and the savage wonder was increased, for he seemed by some magic to endow the paper with the gift of intelligence. It was evident that their captive was a being of a high order, and then the question arose, Was his nature beneficent, or was he to be dreaded as a dangerous enemy? Their minds were bewildered, and the decision of his fate was referred to the chief Powhatan, and before Powhatan Smith was brought. "The fears of the feeble aborigines," says Bancroft, "were about to prevail, and his immediate death, already repeatedly threatened and repeatedly delayed, would have been inevitable, but for the timely intercession of Pocahontas, a girl twelve years old, the daughter of Powhatan, whose confiding fondness Smith had easily won, and who firmly clung to his neck, as his head was bowed down to receive the stroke of the tomahawks. His fearlessness, and her entreaties, persuaded the council to spare the agreeable stranger, who could make hatchets for her father, and rattles and strings of beads for herself, the favourite child. The barbarians, whose decision had long been held in suspense by the mysterious awe which Smith had inspired, now resolved to receive him as a friend, and to make him a partner of their councils. They tempted him to join their bands, and lend assistance in an attack upon the white men at Jamestown; and when his decision of character succeeded in changing the current of their thoughts, they dismissed him with mutual promises of friendship and benevolence. Thus the captivity of Smith did itself become a benefit to the colony; for he had not only observed with care the country between the James and the Potomac, and had gained some knowledge of the language and manners of the natives, but he now established a peaceful intercourse between the English and the tribes of Powhatan."
On the monument erected to Smith in St. Sepulchre's Church, the following quaint lines were formerly inscribed:—
"Here lies one conquered that hath conquered kings,
Subdued large territories, and done things
Which to the world impossible would seem,
But that the truth is held in more esteem.
Shall I report his former service done,
In honour of his God, and Christendom?
How that he did divide, from pagans three,
Their heads and lives, types of his chivalry?—
For which great service, in that climate done,
Brave Sigismundus, King of Hungarion,
Did give him, as a coat of arms, to wear
These conquered heads, got by his sword and spear.
Or shall I tell of his adventures since
Done in Virginia, that large continent?
How that he subdued kings unto his yoke,
And made those heathens flee, as wind doth smoke;
And made their land, being so large a station,
An habitation for our Christian nation,
Where God is glorified, their wants supplied;
Which else for necessaries, must have died.
But what avails his conquests, now he lies
Interred in earth, a prey to worms and flies?
Oh! may his soul in sweet Elysium sleep,
Until the Keeper, that all souls doth keep,
Return to judgment; and that after thence
With angels he may have his recompense."
Sir Robert Peake, the engraver, also found a last resting-place here. He is known as the master of William Faithorne—the famous English engraver of the seventeenth century—and governor of Basing House for the king during the Civil War under Charles I. He died in 1667. Here also was interred the body of Dr. Bell, grandfather of the originator of a well-known system of education.
"The churchyard of St. Sepulchre's," we learn from Maitland, "at one time extended so far into the street on the south side of the church, as to render the passage-way dangerously narrow. In 1760 the churchyard was, in consequence, levelled, and thrown open to the public. But this led to much inconvenience, and it was re-enclosed in 1802."
Sarah Malcolm, the murderess, was buried in the churchyard of St. Sepulchre's in 1733. This coldhearted and keen-eyed monster in human form has had her story told by us already. The parishioners seem, on this occasion, to have had no such scruples as had been exhibited by their predecessors a hundred and fifty years previous at the burial of Awfield, a traitor. We shall see presently that in those more remote days they were desirous of having at least respectable company for their deceased relatives and friends in the churchyard.
"For a long period," says Mr. Godwin (1838), "the church was surrounded by low mean buildings, by which its general appearance was hidden; but these having been cleared away, and the neighbourhood made considerably more open, St. Sepulchre's now forms a somewhat pleasing object, notwithstanding that the tower and a part of the porch are so entirely dissimilar in style to the remainder of the building." And since Godwin's writing the surroundings of the church have been so improved that perhaps few buildings in the metropolis stand more prominently before the public eye.
In the glorious roll of martyrs who have suffered at the stake for their religious principles, a vicar of St. Sepulchre's, the Reverend John Rogers, occupies a conspicuous place. He was the first who was burned in the reign of the Bloody Mary. This eminent person had at one time been chaplain to the English merchants at Antwerp, and while residing in that city had aided Tindal and Coverdale in their great work of translating the Bible. He married a German lady of good position, by whom he had a large family, and was enabled, by means of her relations, to reside in peace and safety in Germany. It appeared to be his duty, however, to return to England, and there publicly profess and advocate his religious convictions, even at the risk of death. He crossed the sea; he took his place in the pulpit at St. Paul's Cross; he preached a fearless and animated sermon, reminding his astonished audience of the pure and wholesome doctrine which had been promulgated from that pulpit in the days of the good King Edward, and solemnly warning them against the pestilent idolatry and superstition of these new times. It was his last sermon. He was apprehended, tried, condemned, and burned at Smithfield. We described, when speaking of Smithfield, the manner in which he met his fate.
Connected with the martyrdom of Rogers an odd circumstance is quoted in the "Churches of London." It is stated that when the bishops had resolved to put to death Joan Bocher, a friend came to Rogers and earnestly entreated his influence that the poor woman's life might be spared, and other means taken to prevent the spread of her heterodox doctrines. Rogers, however, contended that she should be executed; and his friend then begged him to choose some other kind of death, which should be more agreeable to the gentleness and mercy prescribed in the gospel. "No," replied Rogers, "burning alive is not a cruel death, but easy enough." His friend hearing these words, expressive of so little regard for the sufferings of a fellow-creature, answered him with great vehemence, at the same time striking Rogers' hand, "Well, it may perhaps so happen that you yourself shall have your hands full of this mild burning." There is no record of Rogers among the papers belonging to St. Sepulchre's, but this may easily be accounted for by the fact that at the Great Fire of 1666 nearly all the registers and archives were destroyed.
A noteworthy incident in the history of St. Sepulchre's was connected with the execution, in 1585, of Awfield, for "sparcinge abrood certen lewed, sedicious, and traytorous bookes." "When he was executed," says Fleetwood, the Recorder, in a letter to Lord Burleigh, July 7th of that year, "his body was brought unto St. Pulcher's to be buryed, but the parishioners would not suffer a traytor's corpse to be laid in the earth where their parents, wives, children, kindred, masters, and old neighbours did rest; and so his carcass was returned to the burial-ground near Tyburn, and there I leave it."
Another event in the history of the church is a tale of suicide. On the 10th of April, 1600, a man named William Dorrington threw himself from the roof of the tower, leaving there a prayer for forgiveness.
We come now to speak of the connection of St. Sepulchre's with the neighbouring prison of Newgate. Being the nearest church to the prison, that connection naturally was intimate. Its clock served to give the time to the hangman when there was an execution in the Old Bailey, and many a poor wretch's last moments must it have regulated.
On the right-hand side of the altar a board with a list of charitable donations and gifts used to contain the following item:—"1605. Mr. Robert Dowe gave, for ringing the greatest bell in this church on the day the condemned prisoners are executed, and for other services, for ever, concerning such condemned prisoners, for which services the sexton is paid £16s. 8d.—£50.
It was formerly the practice for the clerk or bellman of St. Sepulchre's to go under Newgate, on the night preceding the execution of a criminal, ring his bell, and repeat the following wholesome advice:—
"All you that in the condemned hold do lie,
Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die;
Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near
That you before the Almighty must appear;
Examine well yourselves, in time repent,
That you may not to eternal flames be sent.
And when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls,
The Lord above have mercy on your souls.
Past twelve o'clock!"
This practice is explained by a passage in Munday's edition of Stow, in which it is told that a Mr. John Dowe, citizen and merchant taylor of London, gave £50 to the parish church of St. Sepulchre's, under the following conditions:—After the several sessions of London, on the night before the execution of such as were condemned to death, the clerk of the church was to go in the night-time, and also early in the morning, to the window of the prison in which they were lying. He was there to ring "certain tolls with a hand-bell" appointed for the purpose, and was afterwards, in a most Christian manner, to put them in mind of their present condition and approaching end, and to exhort them to be prepared, as they ought to be, to die. When they were in the cart, and brought before the walls of the church, the clerk was to stand there ready with the same bell, and, after certain tolls, rehearse a prayer, desiring all the people there present to pray for the unfortunate criminals. The beadle, also, of Merchant Taylors' Hall was allowed an "honest stipend" to see that this ceremony was regularly performed.
The affecting admonition—"affectingly good," Pennant calls it—addressed to the prisoners in Newgate, on the night before execution, ran as follows:—
"You prisoners that are within,
Who, for wickedness and sin,
after many mercies shown you, are now appointed to die to-morrow in the forenoon; give ear and understand that, to-morrow morning, the greatest bell of St. Sepulchre's shall toll for you, in form and manner of a passing-bell, as used to be tolled for those that are at the point of death; to the end that all godly people, hearing that bell, and knowing it is for your going to your deaths, may be stirred up heartily to pray to God to bestow his grace and mercy upon you, whilst you live. I beseech you, for Jesus Christ's sake, to keep this night in watching and prayer, to the salvation of your own souls while there is yet time and place for mercy; as knowing to-morrow you must appear before the judgment-seat of your Creator, there to give an account of all things done in this life, and to suffer eternal torments for your sins committed against Him, unless, upon your hearty and unfeigned repentance, you find mercy through the merits, death, and passion of your only Mediator and Advocate, Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for as many of you as penitently return to Him."
And the following was the admonition to condemned criminals, as they were passing by St. Sepulchre's Church wall to execution:—" All good people, pray heartily unto God for these poor sinners, who are now going to their death, for whom this great bell doth toll.
"You that are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears; ask mercy of the Lord, for the salvation of your own souls, through the [merits, death, and passion of Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for as many of you as penitently return unto Him.
"Lord have mercy upon you;
Christ have mercy upon you.
Lord have mercy upon you;
Christ have mercy upon you."
The charitable Mr. Dowe, who took such interest in the last moments of the occupants of the condemned cell, was buried in the church of St. Botolph, Aldgate.
Another curious custom observed at St. Sepulchre's was the presentation of a nosegay to every criminal on his way to execution at Tyburn. No doubt the practice had its origin in some kindly feeling for the poor unfortunates who were so soon to bid farewell to all the beauties of earth. One of the last who received a nosegay from the steps of St. Sepulchre's was "Sixteen-string Jack," alias John Rann, who was hanged, in 1774, for robbing the Rev. Dr. Bell of his watch and eighteen pence in money, in Gunnersbury Lane, on the road to Brentford. Sixteen-string Jack wore the flowers in his button-hole as he rode dolefully to the gallows. This was witnessed by John Thomas Smith, who thus describes the scene in his admirable anecdotebook, "Nollekens and his Times:"—" I remember well, when I was in my eighth year, Mr. Nollekens calling at my father's house, in Great Portland Street, and taking us to Oxford Street, to see the notorious Jack Rann, commonly called Sixteenstring Jack, go to Tyburn to be hanged. … The criminal was dressed in a pea-green coat, with an immense nosegay in the button-hole, which had been presented to him at St. Sepulchre's steps; and his nankeen small-clothes, we were told, were tied at each knee with sixteen strings. After he had passed, and Mr. Nollekens was leading me home by the hand, I recollect his stooping down to me and observing, in a low tone of voice, 'Tom, now, my little man, if my father-in-law, Mr. Justice Welch, had been high constable, we could have walked by the side of the cart all the way to Tyburn.'"
When criminals were conveyed from Newgate to Tyburn, the cart passed up Giltspur Street, and through Smithfield, to Cow Lane. Skinner Street had not then been built, and the Crooked Lane which turned down by St. Sepulchre's, as well as Ozier Lane, did not afford sufficient width to admit of the cavalcade passing by either of them, with convenience, to Holborn Hill, or "the Heavy Hill," as it used to be called. The procession seems at no time to have had much of the solemn element about it. "The heroes of the day were often," says a popular writer, "on good terms with the mob, and jokes were exchanged between the men who were going to be hanged and the men who deserved to be."
"On St. Paul's Day," says Mr. Timbs (1868), "service is performed in St. Sepulchre's, in accordance with the will of Mr. Paul Jervis, who, in 1717, devised certain land in trust that a sermon should be preached in the church upon every Paul's Day upon the excellence of the liturgy o the Church of England; the preacher to receive 40s. for such sermon. Various sums are also bequeathed to the curate, the clerk, the treasurer, and masters of the parochial schools. To the poor of the parish he bequeathed 20s. a-piece to ten of the poorest householders within that part of the parish of St. Sepulchre commonly called Smithfield quarter, £4 to the treasurer of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, and 6s. 8d. yearly to the clerk, who shall attend to receive the same. The residue of the yearly rents and profits is to be distributed unto and amongst such poor people of the parish of St. Sepulchre's, London, who shall attend the service and sermon. At the close of the service the vestry-clerk reads aloud an extract from the will, and then proceeds to the distribution of the money. In the evening the vicar, churchwardens, and common councilmen of the precinct dine together."
In 1749, a Mr. Drinkwater made a praiseworthy bequest. He left the parish of St. Sepulchre £500 to be lent in sums of £25 to industrious young tradesmen. No interest was to be charged, and the money was to be lent for four years.
Next to St. Sepulchre's, on Snow Hill, used to stand the famous old inn of the "Saracen's Head." It was only swept away within the last few years by the ruthless army of City improvers: a view of it in course of demolition was given on page 439. It was one of the oldest of the London inns which bore the "Saracen's Head" for a sign. One of Dick Tarlton's jests makes mention of the "Saracen's Head" without Newgate, and Stow, describing this neighbourhood, speaks particularly of "a fair large inn for receipt of travellers" that "hath to sign the 'Saracen's Head.'" The courtyard had, to the last, many of the characteristics of an old English inn; there were galleries all round leading to the bedrooms, and a spacious gateway through which the dusty mail-coaches used to rumble, the tired passengers creeping forth "thanking their stars in having escaped the highwaymen and the holes and sloughs of the road." Into that courtyard how many have come on their first arrival in London with hearts beating high with hope, some of whom have risen to be aldermen and sit in state as lord mayor, whilst others have gone the way of the idle apprentice and come to a sad end at Tyburn! It was at this inn that Nicholas Nickleby and his uncle waited upon the Yorkshire schoolmaster Squeers, of Dotheboys Hall. Mr. Dickens describes the tavern as it existed in the last days of mail-coaching, when it was a most important place for arrivals and departures in London:—
"Next to the jail, and by consequence near to Smithfield also, and the Compter and the bustle and noise of the City, and just on that particular part of Snow Hill where omnibus horses going eastwards seriously think of falling down on purpose, and where horses in hackney cabriolets going westwards not unfrequently fall by accident, is the coach-yard of the 'Saracen's Head' inn, its portals guarded by two Saracen's heads and shoulders, which it was once the pride and glory of the choice spirits of this metropolis to pull down at night, but which have for some time remained in undisturbed tranquillity, possibly because this species of humour is now confined to St. James's parish, where doorknockers are preferred as being more portable, and bell-wires esteemed as convenient tooth-picks. Whether this be the reason or not, there they are, frowning upon you from each side of the gateway; and the inn itself, garnished with another Saracen's head, frowns upon you from the top of the yard; while from the door of the hind-boot of all the red coaches that are standing therein, there glares a small Saracen's head with a twin expression to the large Saracen's head below, so that the general appearance of the pile is of the Saracenic order."
To explain the use of the Saracen's head as an inn sign various reasons have been given. "When our countrymen," says Selden, "came home from fighting with the Saracens and were beaten by them, they pictured them with huge, big, terrible faces (as you still see the 'Saracen's Head' is), when in truth they were like other men. But this they did to save their own credit." Or the sign may have been adopted by those who had visited the Holy Land either as pilgrims or to fight the Saracens. Others, again, hold that it was first set up in compliment to the mother of Thomas à Becket, who was the daughter of a Saracen. However this may be, it is certain that the use of the sign in former days was very general.
Running past the east end of St. Sepulchre's, from Newgate into West Smithfield, is Giltspur Street, anciently called Knightriders Street. This interesting thoroughfare derives its name from the knights with their gilt spurs having been accustomed to ride this way to the jousts and tournaments which in days of old were held in Smithfield.
In this street was Giltspur Street Compter, a debtors' prison and house of correction appertaining to the sheriffs of London and Middlesex. It stood over against St. Sepulchre's Church, and was removed hither from the east side of Wood Street, Cheapside, in 1791. At the time of its removal it was used as a place of imprisonment for debtors, but the yearly increasing demands upon the contracted space caused that department to be given up, and City debtors were sent to Whitecross Street. The architect was Dance, to whom we are also indebted for the grim pile of Newgate. The Compter was a dirty and appropriately convictlooking edifice. It was pulled down in 1855. Mr. Hepworth Dixon gave an interesting account of this City House of Correction, not long before its demolition, in his "London Prisons" (1850). "Entering," he says, "at the door facing St. Sepulchre's, the visitor suddenly finds himself in a low dark passage, leading into the offices of the gaol, and branching off into other passages, darker, closer, more replete with noxious smells, than even those of Newgate. This is the fitting prelude to what follows. The prison, it must be noticed, is divided into two principal divisions, the House of Correction and the Compter. The front in Giltspur Street, and the side nearest to Newgate Street, is called the Compter. In its wards are placed detenues of various kinds—remands, committals from the police-courts, and generally persons waiting for trial, and consequently still unconvicted. The other department, the House of Correction, occupies the back portion of the premises, abutting on Christ's Hospital. Curious it is to consider how thin a wall divides these widely-separate worlds! And sorrowful it is to think what a difference of destiny awaits the children—destiny inexorable, though often unearned in either case—who, on the one side of it or the other, receive an eleemosynary education! The collegian and the criminal! Who shall say how much mere accident— circumstances over which the child has little power —determines to a life of usefulness or mischief? From the yards of Giltspur Street prison almost the only objects visible, outside of the gaol itself, are the towers of Christ's Hospital; the only sounds audible, the shouts of the scholars at their play. The balls of the hospital boys often fall within the yards of the prison. Whether these sights and sounds ever cause the criminal to pause and reflect upon the courses of his life, we will not say, but the stranger visiting the place will be very apt to think for him. …
"In the department of the prison called the House of Correction, minor offenders within the City of London are imprisoned. No transports are sent hither, nor is any person whose sentence is above three years in length." This able writer then goes on to tell of the many crying evils connected with the institution—the want of air, the over-crowded state of the rooms, the absence of proper cellular accommodation, and the vicious intercourse carried on amongst the prisoners. The entire gaol, when he wrote, only contained thirty-six separate sleeping-rooms. Now by the highest prison calculation—and this, be it noted, proceeds on the assumption that three persons can sleep in small, miserable, unventilated cells, which are built for only one, and are too confined for that, being only about one-half the size of the model cell for one at Pentonville—it was only capable of accommodating 203 prisoners, yet by the returns issued at Michaelmas, 1850, it contained 246!
A large section of the prison used to be devoted to female delinquents, but lately it was almost entirely given up to male offenders.
"The House of Correction, and the Compter portion of the establishment," says Mr. Dixon, "are kept quite distinct, but it would be difficult to award the palm of empire in their respective facilities for demoralisation. We think the Compter rather the worse of the two. You are shown into a room, about the size of an apartment in an ordinary dwelling-house, which will be found crowded with from thirty to forty persons, young and old, and in their ordinary costume; the low thief in his filth and rags, and the member of the swell-mob with his bright buttons, flash finery, and false jewels. Here you notice the boy who has just been guilty of his first offence, and committed for trial, learning with a greedy mind a thousand criminal arts, and listening with the precocious instinct of guilty passions to stories and conversations the most depraved and disgusting. You regard him with a mixture of pity and loathing, for he knows that the eyes of his peers are upon him, and he stares at you with a familiar impudence, and exhibits a devil-may-care countenance, such as is only to be met with in the juvenile offender. Here, too, may be seen the young clerk, taken up on suspicion—perhaps innocent—who avoids you with a shy look of pain and uneasiness: what a hell must this prison be to him! How frightful it is to think of a person really untainted with crime, compelled to herd for ten or twenty days with these abandoned wretches!
"On the other, the House of Correction side of the gaol, similar rooms will be found, full of prisoners communicating with each other, laughing and shouting without hindrance. All this is so little in accordance with existing notions of prison discipline, that one is continually fancying these disgraceful scenes cannot be in the capital of England, and in the year of grace 1850. Very few of the prisoners attend school or receive any instruction; neither is any kind of employment afforded them, except oakum-picking, and the still more disgusting labour of the treadmill. When at work, an officer is in attendance to prevent disorderly conduct; but his presence is of no avail as a protection to the less depraved. Conversation still goes on; and every facility is afforded for making acquaintances, and for mutual contamination."
After having long been branded by intelligent inspectors as a disgrace to the metropolis, Giltspur Street Compter was condemned, closed in 1854, and subsequently taken down.
Nearly opposite what used to be the site of the Compter, and adjoining Cock Lane, is the spot called Pie Corner, near which terminated the Great Fire of 1666. The fire commenced at Pudding Lane, it will be remembered, so it was singularly appropriate that it should terminate at Pie Corner. Under the date of 4th September, 1666, Pepys, in his "Diary," records that "W. Hewer this day went to see how his mother did, and comes home late, telling us how he hath been forced to remove her to Islington, her house in Pye Corner being burned; so that the fire is got so far that way." The figure of a fat naked boy stands over a public house at the corner of the lane; it used to have the following warning inscription attached:— "This boy is in memory put up of the late fire of London, occasioned by the sin of gluttony, 1666." According to Stow, Pie Corner derived its name from the sign of a well-frequented hostelry, which anciently stood on the spot. Strype makes honourable mention of Pie Corner, as "noted chiefly for cooks' shops and pigs dressed there during Bartholomew Fair." Our old writers have many references—and not all, by the way, in the best taste—to its cookstalls and dressed pork. Shadwell, for instance, in the Woman Captain (1680) speaks of "meat dressed at Pie Corner by greasy scullions;" and Ben Jonson writes in the Alchemist (1612)—
"I shall put you in mind, sir, at Pie Corner,
Taking your meal of steam in from cooks' stalls."
And in "The Great Boobee" ("Roxburgh Ballads"):
"Next day I through Pie Corner passed;
The roast meat on the stall
Invited me to take a taste;
My money was but small."
But Pie Corner seems to have been noted for more than eatables. A ballad from Tom D'Urfey's "Pills to Purge Melancholy," describing Bartholomew Fair, eleven years before the Fire of London, says:—
"At Pie-Corner end, mark well my good friend,
'Tis a very fine dirty place;
Where there's more arrows and bows. …
Than was handled at Chivy Chase."
We have already given a view of Pie Corner in our chapter on Smithfield, page 361.
Hosier Lane, running from Cow Lane to Smithfield, and almost parallel to Cock Lane, is described by "R. B.," in Strype, as a place not over-well built or inhabited. The houses were all old timber erections. Some of these—those standing at the south corner of the lane—were in the beginning of this century depicted by Mr. J. T. Smith, in his "Ancient Topography of London." He describes them as probably of the reign of James I. The rooms were small, with low, unornamented ceilings; the timber, oak, profusely used; the gables were plain, and the walls lath and plaster. They were taken down in 1809.
In the corner house, in Mr. Smith's time, there was a barber whose name was Catchpole; at least, so it was written over the door. He was rather an odd fellow, and possessed, according to his own account, a famous relic of antiquity. He would gravely show his customers a short-bladed instrument, as the identical dagger with which Walworth killed Wat Tyler.
Hosier Lane, like Pie Corner, used to be a great resort during the time of Bartholomew Fair, "all the houses," it is said in Strype, "generally being made public for tippling."
We return now from our excursion to the north of St. Sepulchre's, and continue our rambles to the west, and before speaking of what is, let us refer to what has been.
Turnagain Lane is not far from this. "Near unto this Seacoal Lane," remarks Stow, "in the turning towards Holborn Conduit, is Turnagain Lane, or rather, as in a record of the 5th of Edward III., Windagain Lane, for that it goeth down west to Fleet Dyke, from whence men must turn again the same way they came, but there it stopped." There used to be a proverb, "He must take him a house in Turnagain Lane."
A conduit formerly stood on Snow Hill, a little below the church. It is described as a building with four equal sides, ornamented with four columns and pediment, surmounted by a pyramid, on which stood a lamb—a rebus on the name of Lamb, from whose conduit in Red Lion Street the water came. There had been a conduit there, however, before Lamb's day, which was towards the close of the sixteenth century.
At No. 37, King Street, Snow Hill, there used to be a ladies' charity school, which was established in 1702, and remained in the parish 145 years. Dr. Johnson and Mrs. Thrale were subscribers to this school, and Johnson drew from it his story of Betty Broom, in "The Idler." The world of domestic service, in Betty's days, seems to have been pretty much as now. Betty was a poor girl, bred in the country at a charity-school, maintained by the contributions of wealthy neighbours. The patronesses visited the school from time to time, to see how the pupils got on, and everything went well, till "at last, the chief of the subscribers having passed a winter in London, came down full of an opinion new and strange to the whole country. She held it little less than criminal to teach poor girls to read and write. They who are born to poverty, she said, are born to ignorance, and will work the harder the less they know. She told her friends that London was in confusion by the insolence of servants; that scarcely a girl could be got for all-work, since education had made such numbers of fine ladies, that nobody would now accept a lower title than that of a waiting-maid, or something that might qualify her to wear laced shoes and long ruffles, and to sit at work in the parlour window. But she was resolved, for her part, to spoil no more girls. Those who were to live by their hands should neither read nor write out of her pocket. The world was bad enough already, and she would have no part in making it worse.
"She was for a long time warmly opposed; but she persevered in her notions, and withdrew her subscription. Few listen, without a desire of conviction, to those who advise them to spare their money. Her example and her arguments gained ground daily; and in less than a year the whole parish was convinced that the nation would be ruined if the children of the poor were taught to read and write." So the school was dissolved, and Betty with the rest was turned adrift into the wide and cold world; and her adventures there any one may read in "The Idler" for himself.
There is an entry in the school minutes of 1763, to the effect that the ladies of the committee censured the schoolmistress for listening to the story of the Cock Lane ghost, and "desired her to keep her belief in the article to herself."
Skinner Street—now one of the names of the past—which ran by the south side of St. Sepulchre's, and formed the connecting link between Newgate Street and Holborn, received its name from Alderman Skinner, through whose exertions, about 1802, it was principally built. The following account of Skinner Street is from the picturesque pen of Mr. William Harvey ("Aleph"), whose long familiarity with the places he describes renders doubly valuable his many contributions to the history of London scenes and people:—"As a building speculation," he says, writing in 1863, "it was a failure. When the buildings were ready for occupation, tall and substantial as they really were, the high rents frightened intending shopkeepers. Tenants were not to be had; and in order to get over the money difficulty, a lottery, sanctioned by Parliament, was commenced. Lotteries were then common tricks of finance, and nobody wondered at the new venture; but even the most desperate fortune-hunters were slow to invest their capital, and the tickets hung sadly on hand. The day for the drawing was postponed several times, and when it came, there was little or no excitement on the subject, and whoever rejoiced in becoming a house-owner on such easy terms, the original projectors and builders were understood to have suffered considerably. The winners found the property in a very unfinished condition. Few of the dwellings were habitable, and as funds were often wanting, a majority of the houses remained empty, and the shops unopened. After two or three years things began to improve; the vast many-storeyed house which then covered the site of Commercial Place was converted into a warehousing depôt; a capital house opposite the 'Saracen's Head' was taken by a hosier of the name of Theobald, who, opening his shop with the determination of selling the best hosiery, and nothing else, was able to convince the citizens that his hose was first-rate, and, desiring only a living profit, succeeded, after thirty years of unwearied industry, in accumulating a large fortune. Theobald was possessed of literary tastes, and at the sale of Sir Walter Scott's manuscripts was a liberal purchaser. He also collected a library of exceedingly choice books, and when aristocratic customers purchased stockings of him, was soon able to interest them in matters of far higher interest…
"The most remarkable shop—but it was on the left-hand side, at a corner house—was that established for the sale of children's books. It boasted an immense extent of window-front, extending from the entrance into Snow Hill, and towards Fleet Market. Many a time have I lingered with loving eyes over those fascinating story-books, so rich in gaily-coloured prints; such careful editions of the marvellous old histories, 'Puss in Boots,' 'Cock Robin,' 'Cinderella,' and the like. Fortunately the front was kept low, so as exactly to suit the capacity of a childish admirer. . . . . But Skinner Street did not prosper much, and never could compete with even the dullest portions of Holborn. I have spoken of some reputable shops; but you know the proverb, 'One swallow will not make a summer,' and it was a declining neighbourhood almost before it could be called new. In 1810 the commercial depôt, which had been erected at a cost of £25,000, and was the chief prize in the lottery, was destroyed by fire, never to be rebuilt—a heavy blow and discouragement to Skinner Street, from which it never rallied. Perhaps the periodical hanging-days exercised an unfavourable influence, collecting, as they frequently did, all the thieves and vagabonds of London. I never sympathised with Pepys or Charles Fox in their passion for public executions, and made it a point to avoid those ghastly sights; but early of a Monday morning, when I had just reached the end of Giltspur Street, a miserable wretch had just been turned off from the platform of the debtors' door, and I was made the unwilling witness of his last struggles. That scene haunted me for months, and I often used to ask myself, 'Who that could help it would live in Skinner Street?' The next unpropitious event in these parts was the unexpected closing of the child's library. What could it mean? Such a well-to-do establishment shut up? Yes, the whole army of shutters looked blankly on the inquirer, and forbade even a single glance at 'Sinbad' or 'Robinson Crusoe.' It would soon be re-opened, we naturally thought; but the shutters never came down again. The whole house was deserted; not even a messenger in bankruptcy, or an ancient Charley, was found to regard the playful double knocks of the neighbouring juveniles. Gradually the glass of all the windows got broken in, a heavy cloud of black dust, solidifying into inches thick, gathered on sills and doors and brickwork, till the whole frontage grew as gloomy as Giant Despair's Castle. Not long after, the adjoining houses shared the same fate, and they remained from year to year without the slightest sign of life—absolute scarecrows, darkening with their uncomfortable shadows the busy streets. Within half a mile, in Stamford Street, Blackfriars, there are (1863) seven houses in a similar predicament— window-glass demolished, doors cracked from top to bottom, spiders' webs hanging from every projecting sill or parapet. What can it mean? The loss in the article of rents alone must be over £1,000 annually. If the real owners are at feud with imaginary owners, surely the property might be rendered valuable, and the proceeds invested. Even the lawyers can derive no profit from such hopeless abandonment. I am told the whole mischief arose out of a Chancery suit. Can it be the famous 'Jarndyce v. Jarndyce' case? And have all the heirs starved each other out? If so, what hinders our lady the Queen from taking possession? Any change would be an improvement, for these dead houses make the streets they cumber as dispiriting and comfortless as graveyards. Busy fancy will sometimes people them, and fill the dreary rooms with strange guests. Do the victims of guilt congregate in these dark dens? Do wretches 'unfriended by the world or the world's law,' seek refuge in these deserted nooks, mourning in the silence of despair over their former lives, and anticipating the future in unappeasable agony? Such things have been—the silence and desolation of these doomed dwellings make them the more suitable for such tenants."
A street is nothing without a mystery, so a mystery let these old tumble-down houses remain, whilst we go on to tell that, in front of No. 58, the sailor Cashman was hung in 1817, as we have already mentioned, for plundering a gunsmith's shop there. William Godwin, the author of "Caleb Williams," kept a bookseller's shop for several years in Skinner Street, at No. 41, and published school-books in the name of Edward Baldwin. On the wall there was a stone carving of Æsop reciting one of his fables to children.
The most noteworthy event of the life of Godwin was his marriage with the celebrated Mary Wollstonecraft, authoress of a "Vindication of the Rights of Women," whose congenial mind, in politics and morals, he ardently admired. Godwin's account of the way in which they got on together is worth reading:—"Ours," he writes, "was not an idle happiness, a paradise of selfish and transitory pleasures. It is, perhaps, scarcely necessary to mention, that influenced by ideas I had long entertained, I engaged an apartment about twenty doors from our house, in the Polygon, Somers Town, which I designed for the purpose of my study and literary occupations. Trifles, however, will be interesting to some readers, when they relate to the last period of the life of such a person as Mary. I will add, therefore, that we were both of us of opinion, that it was possible for two persons to be too uniformly in each other's society. Influenced by that opinion, it was my practice to repair to the apartment I have mentioned as soon as I rose, and frequently not to make my appearance in the Polygon till the hour of dinner. We agreed in condemning the notion, prevalent in many situations in life, that a man and his wife cannot visit in mixed society but in company with each other, and we rather sought occasions of deviating from than of complying with this rule. By this means, though, for the most part, we spent the latter half of each day in one another's society, yet we were in no danger of satiety. We seemed to combine, in a considerable degree, the novelty and lively sensation of a visit with the more delicious and heartfelt pleasure of a domestic life."
This philosophic union, to Godwin's inexpressible affliction, did not last more than eighteen months, at the end of which time Mrs. Godwin died, leaving an only daughter, who in the course of time became the second wife of the poet Shelley, and was the author of the wild and extraordinary tale of "Frankenstein."
Shallow depth of field leaves the leaf creating an image with the focus being an attention capturing aspect that leaves you happy with the leaf image, or not most likely down to the focus exhibited in the image up above. At f1.8 without lens stabilisation this is a superb sharp 20mm lens and it can be even better when you have in body stabilisation within your camera. A few trembles of camera shake can destroy an image. At 1/320 second shutter speed with 200 ISO to keep the details bright and clear this narrow depth of field is so remarkable sharp that it makes, or breaks the image. With only a small portion of the image in focus it can be considered imperfect, under considered, badly executed and not worth editing, or uploading. I like this picture enough to edit it and then to add a title to it and to upload the images both the one with and the one without the title in the image.
Other versions of a different leafs with less and more leaf in focus.
Horizontal Depth of Leaf Focus Field in Woodland Sony 20mm f1.8 G 2 pictures 1 with and 1 without title
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Also four focus and image finding pictures here.
Sony 20mm f1.8 G Finding Focus to make a difference 4 pictures 4 with and 4 without titles
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Polar Bear ... Male named Little One
Ursus maritimus
Polar bears are survival specialists in an extreme environment—the Arctic, where winter lasts six months and temperatures average -30ºF. Their large body size, layers of thick, hollow hair, and three to four inches of blubber provide insulation from the cold, in and out of the water. The bears’ streamlined shape, partially webbed forepaws, and buoyant layer of blubber help make them champion swimmers.
Polar bears depend completely upon the sea for their existence, spending most of their time on the pack ice from which they hunt their preferred prey. The polar bear is a skillful predator of seals, with the help of a keen sense of smell, powerful paws, and sharp claws.
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Where to see them: Kroger Lords of the Arctic
Height: 7 to 11 ft
Weight: Up to 1,500 lbs
Lifespan: 15 to 18 yrs in the wild
Habitat: Arctic ice and coastal shores
Diet: Primarily seals, some walrus, lemmings, lichens, mosses, and carrion
Risk Status: Species at Risk (IUCN—Vulnerable)
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Right now I am waiting to hear from my Son-in-Law about my daughter. She is presently in labor with her first baby. Its a girl! Once the baby is born I will be heading to the hospital to see them. I would be there now but Mom and Dad wanted to do this part alone. Can't wait to meet my 12th grandchild.
By the way the pumpkin was done via photo shop!
Have a nice day everyone!
Tomb of of the Unett famiiy without any inscription c1660 - Possibly Francis Unett 1612- 1656 & wife Sara Nicholetts 1659 whose wall monument is nearby, now over the 19c doorway to the vestry on the same wall www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/Q1mT32 At some point the tomb has been made to fit round and above the altar steps., the younger daughters standing on higher ground flic.kr/p/2ibqGVf . Was the tomb more to the west originally under the wall monument ??
Francis, High Sheriff of the County, was the only son & heir William Unett 1590-1624 & 2nd wife Anne 1636 daughter of Ambrose Elton of Ledbury by Anne flic.kr/p/2gkayro daughter of Edward Aston and Ann flic.kr/p/2cwvejC daughter of Thomas Lucy and Joyce Acton at Charlecote flic.kr/p/2bdc3LZ (Anne was the grand daughter of Anthony Elton & Alice Scudamore)
A wall memorial to them nearby is inscribed "Here llyeth ye body of Francis Unett esq, ye sonne of William Unett esq , who married Sara Nicholetts daughter of William Nicholetts of Hopton Sollars esq by whome hee had issue 8 sonnes Francis, Richard, John, William, Nicholetts, Thomas & Thomas & Edward & 3 daughters Sara, Anna & Rebecca . Hee departed ys life on ye 5 day of June Anno Dom 1656 aged 44 .................. Allso here lyeth the body of Sara the wife of Francis Unett esq who departed ys life in the true faith of Christ April the 15th Anno Dom 1659 " www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/xUP259
Children
1. Francis
2.Richard
3.John m Frances co-heiress daughter of Henry Lingen 1662 of Sutton & Stoke Edith by Alice daughter of Sir Walter Pye of the Mynde & Much Dewchurch www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/5D26SH by Joan www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/fiJJ99 3rd daughter of William Rudhall & Margaret Croft of Ross on Wye www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/TorJbR (Frances was heiress of Sutton Freen & Freens Court)
4. William
5. Nicholetts
6. Thomas (died young)
7. Thomas
8. Edward
1. Sarah
2. Anne
3. Rebecca
They lived at the Birch End in the village
His mother Anne m2 1624 Thomas Cocks 1599 - 1649 son of Richard Cocks 1623 of Eastnor www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/891947 having 2 sons Rev Thomas Cocks 1724 & Charles Cocks m Mary daughter of John Summers
The Unett famiy gained Castle Frome by the marriage in 1432 of John Unett with heiress Elizabeth Brace grand daughter of lord of the manor Sir William Devereux a descendant of the Lacy lords of the manor
(They are also said to be his father William Unett of 1624 and 2nd wife Anne Elton, however William & Anne are reported to have been remembered by "3 slabs near the south wall of the nave , two inscribed and one with a shield-of-arms". Allowing for 3 sons (now missing on the east end of the tomb balancing those on the west end) , the number of children matches those of Francis & Sarah, also the costumes are more mid 17c and the wall inscription to them is very near this tomb making room for the 12c window above and chancel south door ) - Church of St. Michael , Castle Frome, Herefordshire
Few words are not enough to describe this great personality. I resign to such an effort.
Nobel Prize for Peace was not given to him because he himself was the Manifestation of Peace!!!
Sure, before 65 Years, the world witnessed his adventures!!!
He reached the Heaven a 64 years ago on 30th January.
Tributes to him from the Nation...and even from the bird on his stick!!!
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‘Robin’ Statue at Ashington
This 36ft (10.9m) high sculpture with a miner at its summit was unveiled in a Northumberland pit village. The Robin of Pegswood artwork was installed on the area's bypass roundabout. The miner, cast firing his shovel in the form of an archer, is fixed to a steel girder emerging from a coal seam. It is designed to symbolise the area's mining heritage and links to Sherwood Forest in Nottingham. The piece was created by local artist Tom Maley, whose previous work includes the bronze statue of Newcastle United legend Jackie Milburn on the approach to St James' Park and the unknown bronze soldier at the war memorial in Ashington. The roundabout where the Robin sculpture stands is on land formerly owned by the Duke of Portland, who also owned a large area of North Nottinghamshire.
‘Making Waves’ Sculpture at Lynemouth
A stunning new artwork which was unveiled in Lynemouth as part of a £1million improvement scheme. The sculptural ironwork was created by artist Graeme Hopper after he was commissioned by housing association Isos to make a new gateway feature for the entrance to the village. The finished piece, which is situated on the corner of Albion Terrace and Fenham Road, is part of a range of environmental improvements carried out in the area worth around £1.24million. Local schoolchildren from the Northumberland Church of England Academy’s William Leech Campus were involved in developing the sculpture. Mr Hopper worked with them on designs related to the sea, such as cascading waves, boats and starfish.
’Couple’ at Newbiggin By The Sea
Comprising two five metre tall bronze figures – a man and a woman - standing on the new breakwater and looking out to sea, this unique commission by the South East Northumberland Public Art & Design Initiative (INSPIRE), was created by internationally renowned artist Sean Henry. It is the UK's first permanent offshore sculpture.
Miners monument at Ellington
This mining memorial was erected at the former pit site where the region’s 800-year-old links to the industry were severed.
Ellington Colliery in Northumberland was the region’s only remaining deep mine when owner UK Coal announced its closure following severe underground flooding. Later, £76,000 was secured to erect an imposing 8ft 6ins-high bronze statue of a miner and accompanying pit wheel on the site of the record-breaking colliery known as the Big E – and whose shaft was sunk over 100 years ago in 1909.
Sculptor Tom Maley carried out the work on the statue, which stands on a raised mound near the former colliery entrance. The project secured £29,100 from the Heritage Lottery Fund in recognition of its contribution to marking the rich coal mining heritage of the area. The statue – which was aimed to commemorate the men who worked and died at the huge Ellington Combine – took pride of place at the former colliery site which was also the subject of plans for housing, employment and leisure development.
It was the brainchild of a band of local volunteers - known as the Ellington Colliery Memorial Group - which was set up in December 2007 and included representatives of UK Coal, the National Union of Mineworkers and Ellington Parish Council.
As well as the Heritage Lottery Fund donation, they secured a £29,500 grant from Castle Morpeth Council and contributions from organisations such as UK Coal, the NUM, Sir John Hall, Alcan and local parish councils. As well as the statue, funds were used to deliver an educational package for local schools and the Memorial Group produced a book on the history of the Ellington and Lynemouth Combine.
At the time, the Memorial group chairman and former Ellington mineworker Neil Taylor, who had already written four local history books, said: “The original idea was to use an old pit wheel from Ellington as a memorial, but we felt that, given the colliery’s history as the biggest in the North East and the last to close, something special should be done. This will maintain the mining heritage and history of the area, as well as providing an ongoing educational package for schools and social organisations. We have had almost total support from the local community, which really impressed the Heritage Lottery Fund and Castle Morpeth Council.”
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