I am spinning my wheels trying to find a certain photo – and so far I have randomly found the following..
Trees have souls. Don’t cut them down indiscriminately
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” is a philosophical thought experiment that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality.
I live in the rain forest of Western North Carolina and I can assure you that when a tree falls and I’m around to hear it, it definitely makes a sound. It also makes a statement. With every crash of a falling tree, our environment gets just a little poorer.
We have lived in our current location for about 9 years. In that time, just in our neighborhood, I have seen over a hundred trees taken down. These were removed not because of imminent danger of falling onto houses, etc. but rather their removal was hastened by the irrational fear of newly arrived residents from other states who don’t understand the importance of trees. Trees are…
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Stephen Goodyear is one of my 9th GGFs (Great Grandfathers). In my family tree I have a total number of 512 9th GGFs – 256 paternal and 256 maternal. Picking one at random, Stephen Goodyear, my 9th paternal GGF
Stephen, a merchant, was born in 1598 in London and he died in 1658.in London also. Although he died and was buried in London I am still considering him an immigrant. He first came to New Haven Connecticut and settled there around 1638. He was eventually chosen to be Deputy Governor of the Colony. But because of the nature of his occupation he made numerous trips back and forth between the New World and the Old. Although he is buried in London, there is a plaque honoring him in the Central Burying Ground in Hamden.Ct.
Stephen Goodyear was a merchant, mariner, and West Indies trader He first came to New Haven in 1638, or thereabouts. In 1643 he was chosen to be Deputy Governor of the Colony of New Haven and served from 1643 to 1658. He owned the vessel SAINT JOHN, which was licensed to carry 250 passengers from England to the Americas. He was listed as a passenger on one of these voyages around 1638.
Stephen Goodyear was part of the company called “The Ship Fellowship” of New Haven
Stephen Goodyear established the first iron works in Connecticut in 1655, in East Haven. They operated for 25 years. Stephen also had a part share in a fur trading post.
By 1643 Stephen had a large estate totaling close to 900 acres. His farm was located north of New Haven in the neighborhood of Pine Rock. In 1651 he sold Shelter Island, which he had owned for 10 years, for 1600 pounds worth of goods from the West Indies.
April 7, 1912 – birth of my mother in Minneapolis Minnesota. She lived a full life, passing in the year 2000 at age 88.
She lived in Minneapolis Minnesota, Omaha Nebraska, Winchester Massachusetts, Belmont Massachusetts, Kathmandu Nepal, and Maui Hawaii.
She was a college graduate, graduating from Connecticut College for Women in 1932, a Physics Major. She earned a Masters Degree later in life. A Master’s Degree in Library Science from Simmons College in Boston in 1962. It was a proud moment for me to see her walk across the stage to receive her degree.
She served in the U.S. Peace Corps 1964-66. She was in one of the first Peace Corps groups to go to Nepal. The training program for her group was held at the University of Oregon in Eugene. At that time I was studying at UC Berkeley and I was able to visit her in Eugene and meet the other trainees. And the following year I was able to visit her in Kathmandu. Adventure for her – adventure for me.
Following the Peace Corps years she went to Maui to work on a book mobile in Wailuku. She had a house built there and remained for the rest of her life. Sunshine, golf, bridge, and service to her community. A life well lived.
Jackdaws and other Crows
Dohlen und andere Krähenvögel
Spooky it was when we sat in our living room reading quietly. We heard a noise in our chimney that made Siri 🙂 and 🙂 Selma shudder. Oh dear, it came again. We wanted to light a fire but our dear Bookfayries tried to prevent our Master from opening the door of our fireplace. Who knows what will come out there?
Nevertheless, our brave Master started the fire but it wouldn’t really burn happily. Instead our sitting room filled with smoke. The chimney had lost its draft.
Es war etwas unheimlich. Wir saßen ruhig lesend im Wohnzimmer, als wir ein Geräusch im Kamin hörten, das Siri 🙂 und 🙂 Selma erschaudern ließ. Da kam es schon wieder, dieses Geräusch. Eigentlich wollten wir ein Feuer machen, aber unsere beiden Buchfeen wollten Masterchen davon abhalten, die Tür des Kaminofen zu öffnen. Wer weiß, was…
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Art history for those interested
Something a little different on Northernreader today – Northernvicar writes a review of a non fiction book (and he knows his stuff, so I have just edited it…)
David Stacey, Art and Industry, Seven artists in search of an Industrial Revolution in Britain
This attractive and informative book is by a Civil Engineer with a degree in the History of Art, and I found it fascinating. The seven artists are Joseph Wright, John Opie, Phillippe-Jacques de Loutherbourg, Penry Williams, William Havell, JMW Turner, and Henry Hawkins.
It covers the period between 1750 and 1830, and is a well-illustrated discussion of the work of seven artists and where their work fits in with the huge changes the country was undergoing. Stacy builds on the post-War work of Francis Klingender, through to Celina Fox writing in the last decade, and discusses many of the influences on Art, both those from the Continent…
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From our apartment window here on the 3rd floor of Building D I look down and see an offending piece of trash. Why doesn’t someone pick up this offending piece of paper? I have wondered for a year. I have called down to the occasional workman or gardener. At last the security gate was open and I took the matter in hand. If no one else would pick up that piece of litter I would. Well, the joke’s on me – that offending blue object – piece of paper, sweet wrapper or whatever – is actually a ceramic flower – and is very pretty indeed. There must be some sort of moral to this story. Beauty in the eyes of the beholder………..or some such phrase.
I have a photo of said blue item but the complexities of “photos” in my computer and the cloud defeat me at present. Nevertheless I can just look out the window to check that the blue ceramic flower is still in place.
More accounts of “safe” driving.
After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going. This is the thirtieth letter I wrote.
04/18/02 – Driving to Dell
This morning I heard a conversation outside my cubicle that I thought was very interesting. It was this morning after I arrived at work. On my way to work I noticed that a policeman had pulled someone over apparently to give them a speeding ticket.
After I arrived at work, and opened my briefcase and took out my laptop and slid it into my docking station, the stairway door near my cubicle opened and someone came walking in, just in time to meet a friend of theirs right next to my cubicle. They stopped and started to talk.
The guy that had just…
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Judas Horse by Lynda La Plante
Violent burglars rampaging around an area of highly desirable properties is one thing for Detective Jack Warr to deal with, but coping with more senior officers is another thing altogether in La Plante’s latest crime thriller. When diplomacy is not enough, he must consider other methods to prevent those he struggles with from getting in the way of stopping a sophisticated gang perpetrate more attacks on homes that will soon only end one way. When a frightened woman explains that a “Judas Horse” is trained to betray the other wild beasts, Jack realizes that protecting victims is a fine art. Those people who have read the first book in this excellent series will pick up some of the reasons why Jack acts as he does, but there is certainly enough detail in this book for those who have not previously encountered Jack Warr to…
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And now I have started to join the strips – maybe to result in a blanket