I have found 3 small photographs in my mountain of memorabilia. My question is who took the three photos below? The photos date from the late 1940’s.



I have found 3 small photographs in my mountain of memorabilia. My question is who took the three photos below? The photos date from the late 1940’s.



An essay by David James, of Fairbanks, Alaska, that is dead on.

Morality is not simple. It’s easy to hold absolute positions in the abstract, but when human realities intrude, what seems straightforward becomes complex. For instance, the Ten Commandments state, “Thou shalt not kill.” No exceptions. Yet the Bible is littered with exceptions, because it isn’t that simple. Our modern laws reflect this. Killing others is forbidden, but we make allowances for self-defense, warfare, and public safety. Self-defense is key, because to prosecute a person for defending themself against another is to victimize the victim. There is neither justice nor morality in this.
Days after the Supreme Court reversed Roe v. Wade, we are seeing this concept play out against an impregnated ten-year-old rape victim in Ohio. She was denied an abortion because the state had a trigger law take effect banning the procedure regardless…
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Yes my thoughts tend to be in zig zags.

Imagine running one of the great American marathons. Or, if you are in the kind of shape I am in, imagine jogging, then walking, and in the end possibly crawling to the finish line of an American marathon. Whatever your condition, by the time you reach the finish line you’d be in dire need of fluids, food and rest. Stillwater Marsh – for waterfowl and shorebirds enduring the marathon we call migration – is one such finish line. But now imagine that, after giving your all for twenty-six miles, you’re greeted at the finish by a sign that read:
SORRY. WE’RE FRESH OUT OF FLUIDS, FOOD AND REST AREAS HERE. YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO RUN ANOTHER TWENTY-SIX MILES TO ANOTHER FINISH LINE. MAYBE THEY CAN HELP YOU THERE.
David James Duncan, My Life As Told by Water, “Patching the Pacific Flyway,” p. 125.
David James Duncan is one of…
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My sister Ruth and me (Janet) on our trip South to visit our father’s mother – our grandmother.



Ogunquit Maine is one of my favorite vacation spots. I have never stayed at the imposing Lookout Hotel but in this picture postcard I can admire the architectural beauty of the hotel and its beautiful gardens.





This hotel was a family favorite for many years. Now, 60 years on, I wonder if it still exists.
I found this old postcard in a pile of old correspondence which my mother had saved and then returned to me 20 years ago. I in turn saved that old correspondence and am just looking through these treasures now. Someone along the way had clipped the postcards – maybe a stamp collector? This particular card was postmarked Nairobi December 1966.
I googled to find a plethora of beach hotels in the Mombasa/Nyali area. The beach hotel scene has expanded (=exploded)..The quaint old hotel scene is long gone. I am glad I knew it when – long ago.
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