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Florida Av, Peaks Island in Casco Bay, Portland, Maine USA • Walls wait for no one. This astonishing facility is a daily-changing gallery of expressive graffiti.
Battery Steele (1942), also known as U.S. Army Corps of Engineers Battery Construction # 102, a United States military fortification, completed in 1942 as part of World War II, it is located on 14 acres (5.7 ha) on the oceanside area of the island. It is named for Harry Lee Steele, who was a coastal artillery officer during World War I. It was built to protect Casco Bay, particularly Portland harbor, from Kennebunk to Popham Beach in Phippsburg. – from Wikipedia. ~ It's now one of thirteen island parcels owned and managed by the Peaks Island Land Preserve.
• Portland and the other harbors of southern Maine were terribly important ports. Civil War forts still dotted the islands around these harbors, but Portland now needed far more advanced fortifications to protect it from German attack.
So Peaks Island became home to over eight hundred soldiers. Concrete bunkers and observation posts are everywhere. On the far side of the Island are two huge abandoned gun turrets separated by several hundred feet of underground tunnel. Each held a monster 16-inch naval gun. The guns were test-fired only once. Their blasts broke windows all over the island and the recoil, transmitted through rock, caused small earthquakes. After the war, an Islander ran into a German U-boat captain who said he'd spent the war looking at Peaks Island -- through a periscope. … Invasive bittersweet vines, once planted as camouflage, now grow over that history. – From a report of a visit to the Island by John H. Lienhard.
☞ On October 20, 2005, the National Park Service added this structure and site to the National Register of Historic Places (#05001176).
• GeoHack: 43°39′32″N 70°10′50″W.
It was late spring in the year 1832.
A guy named William Davis had dammed up a creek about fourteen miles north of Ottawa Illinois so that he could use water power to turn the wheels and the saw of his mill.
Davis had moved there from Kentucky about two years before with his wife and six children.
Tensions had been running high between the natives and the new Illinoisans.
Some dude named Blackhawk was stirring shit up a little north of there and a lot of the indians, having been pretty much pushed around for a number of years, they liked Blackhawk's attitude and the fact that him and a large force of indians had returned to Illinois from reservations they'd been forced onto out west.
Life really sucked back then and lots of people were looking for someone's ass to kick.
The local band of Potowatami were tryin' to stay out of the whole thing... what would later become known as 'The Blackhawk War.'
They told Blackhawk that they wouldn't help him.
But William Davis...
he wouldn't remove that dam and that was causing the Potowatami to go hungry.
They were dependent of the fish they would catch at their village on Indian Creek.
Davis puts up a dam and all of the sudden they're going hungry.
That wasn't real cool.
They asked Davis to take the dam down and Davis told 'em to bug off every time.
Then one day Davis caught one of the Potowatami dudes tryin' to tear the dam down and he beat him up with a stick.
Chief Shabbona tried to keep all of his Potowatami cool but tribal politics were pretty democratic and the people were hungry and the dude who got beat with the stick was pissed off too.
Shabbona went to Davis and told him he was about to get his ass kicked and maybe he should high tail it outta there until things cooled off.
A lot of the settlers decided to take a vacation and get out of town.
But not Davis.
In addition to being an asshole he was kinda stupid... and manipulative... because he convinced a few families that there was no danger and that they should stay.
He had interests to protect.
Namely the mill he'd built that had started all of this shit.
The fuse was lit on what might have been the biggest massacre of American civilians by the indians ever.
And the fuse was pretty short.
They say between forty and eighty Potowatami warriors headed out to Davis' mill and they were packin' heat and really pissed off.
It's not cool to take away people's food like that.
It's also not cool to kill innocent women and children...
which is what the Potowatami did.
They slaughtered Davis, a few other guys and a bunch of women and children.
The indians killed 15 people that day in May of 1832.
They mutilated the bodies in ways that contemporary writers refused to describe.
They took hostage a couple of sisters who were 19 and 17, one of whom fainted as they took her away on horseback when she recognized one of the scalps tied to the horse as her mother's.
People were pretty brutal back then.
Davis seems kinda like an asshole for not listening to the indians pleas that he remove the dam.
And his act of building that dam not only violated the indian treaty it also violated their water rights.
I'm sure they didn't like seeing their families go hungry because some new guy messed up the creek they'd been eating from for generations.
The indians shoudda stopped after they killed Davis and maybe the other adult males because killing innocent women and children isn't cool and never scores you PR points.
But then I wondered how the indians felt seeing their wives and children go hungry because of what Davis did.
The viciousness of the massacre was a propaganda victory for the US Government and it enraged the white population and led to popular support against Blackhawk and his crew up north even though they had nothing to do with the Indian Creek Massacre.
In the end, a whole bunch of people died and many indian women and children were massacred too.
I just wanted a good excuse to draw a map today and a little roadtrip to the site of the massacre would give me that excuse.
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I haphazardly collect old and new hymn books. I bought these two from the historical library at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, VA, while doing some research there. The open book is The Sacred Hymnal, a shape note tunebook from the Ruebush Kieffer Co., the main focus of my recent research efforts. Edited by J. H. Hall, J. H. Ruebush, and W. H. Ruebush, the book was published in 1899 and intended for worship services, prayer meetings, Sunday school, revivals, and other religious meetings. It contains 200 hymns divided into 7 sections: worship, man’s ruin and redemption, the Christian life, the Christian church, young people’s department, the life beyond, and miscellaneous.
The other book is Sacred Songs No.1, edited by Ira D. Sankey, James McGranahan, and George C. Stebbins. The book is in round notes and published by the Biglow and Main Company of New York in 1896. Sankey and Philip Bliss were instrumental in the formation of gospel music, publishing their first collection of songs for gospel meetings in 1875. The book includes many new songs along with “useful and popular pieces,” making it “practical and desirable.” Many sacred and gospel music publishers in the late 19th century issued new songbooks on a regular basis, suggesting that the public sang regularly from the published books and had an appetite for new songs. The editors express their hope that the book will be useful in churches and prayers meetings, as well as in the home so that “the good old-time custom of singing the praises of God in the home may again be revived.”
Some things were more fun before computers. Kindergartners checking out library books was one of those things.
Hiya all, during the month of June there is a big huge awesome super sales at Les Encantades. Hundresds of models between 10L, 30L (those overall in marketplace) and 75L can be found in marketplace and the new outlet store.
Come down to check them out, some of them will disappear in July....
Fescu is mostly a simple embellishment, a kind of garnish for other tangles; but it is quite pretty in itself, too...
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PORTIA
You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
To part so slightly with your wife's first gift:
A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger
And so riveted with faith unto your flesh.
I gave my love a ring and made him swear
Never to part with it; and here he stands;
I dare be sworn for him he would not leave it
Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth
That the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano,
You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief:
An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.
The words Faith Hope Love Believe made into a butterfly shaped tattoo design and including a treble clef as the body of the butterfly....
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macro test using Kooka extension tubes. Sony E 18-55mm F3.5-5.6 OSS + (21+16+10mm Kooka ext. tubes). Height of the numbers is 2mm.
From a album belonging to barnstormer/daredevil Carter Buton.
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
If I was Creative Director of Microsoft all the branding would look like this. I am not waiting by the phone.
... but having found this graffiti in Liverpool city centre, there was no way I wasn't going to shoot and reload ... erm, upload.