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Tens of thousands of people visit Bank of America stadium to watch the Carolina Panthers play football each year – never realizing they are walking on top of lost remnants of a once-thriving Black neighborhood established in the aftermath of the Civil War.

The stadium itself is built directly atop a relic of segregated healthcare: Good Samaritan Hospital, the first private hospital built in North Carolina to serve Black patients. Built in 1891, this historic hospital was one of the oldest of its kind in the United States.

It was also the site of one of the “most horrific racial incidents in Charlotte's history,” according to Dan Aldridge, professor of History and Africana Studies at Davidson College.

A mob of 30 to 35 armed, white men invaded the hospital, dragging a man out of the hospital and into the streets – and shooting him dead in front of the building.

The concept of “urban renewal” destroyed Black neighborhoods, communities, businesses and homes all across North Carolina, especially between 1949 and 1974.

Durham, for example, once had a prominent Black Wall Street, where Black businesses flourished; however, the historic community was almost completely destroyed by construction of the Durham Freeway.

Likewise, Raleigh once had 13 historic Freedmen's Villages, built entirely by men and women freed from slavery in the aftermath of emancipation. Today, only two are remaining, and Oberlin Village, the largest one, was cut in half by the construction of Wade Avenue.

Similarly, Charlotte's Brooklyn community was built by men and women freed from slavery in the late 1800s. Like many Black communities around the state, it was forced into an awful geographical location – on low-lying land where flooding, sewage and sanitation issues made life hazardous.

According to history in the Charlotte Library, the Brooklyn area was first identified on maps as ‘Logtown’ in the late 1800s – a name that matches closely with titles given to similar freedmen villages in the Triangle area, which were often called slang names like ‘Slabtown’ or ‘Save Rent’ due to their inexpensive homes.

In the 1900s, the area became known as Brooklyn, “a name that would become synonymous with the Black community until urban renewal.”

“It's a tragedy that so many stadiums were built on sites that were once Black communities,” said Aldridge. “They're poor neighborhoods. They're struggling neighborhoods. I won't romanticize them by claiming they're all like Black Wall Street, but they were people's homes and people's communities, and they were taken from them.”

Many historically significant Black sites were lost in urban renewal; likewise, many Black communities were forced to build in geographically unfit areas, making growing wealth and property more difficult – and more easily lost over time.

At its peak, Brooklyn was home to:

Charlotte's first Black public school

Charlotte's only Black high school

The city's first free library for Black patrons

The first companies to offer white collar jobs to Black workers

The first private hospital for Black citizens in Charlotte

Today, football players run up and down the Bank of America field for the amusement of thousands of cheering fans. However, in 1913, over a century ago, that same land had a very different story.

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sashayed · 1 year

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Vivas To Those Who Have Failed: The Paterson Silk Strike, 1913

Vivas to those who have fail'd! And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! And to those themselves who sank in the sea! And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known! —Walt Whitman

I. The Red Flag

The newspapers said the strikers would hoist the red flag of anarchy over the silk mills of Paterson. At the strike meeting, a dyers' helper from Naples rose as if from the steam of his labor, lifted up his hand and said here is the red flag: brightly stained with dye for the silk of bow ties and scarves, the skin and fingernails boiled away for six dollars a week in the dye house.

He sat down without another word, sank back into the fumes, name and face rubbed off by oblivion's thumb like a Roman coin from the earth of his birthplace dug up after a thousand years, as the strikers shouted the only praise he would ever hear.

II. The River Floods the Avenue

He was the other Valentino, not the romantic sheik and bullfighter of silent movie palaces who died too young, but the Valentino standing on his stoop to watch detectives hired by the company bully strikebreakers onto a trolley and a chorus of strikers bellowing the banned word scab. He was not a striker or a scab, but the bullet fired to scatter the crowd pulled the cork in the wine barrel of Valentino's back. His body, pale as the wings of a moth, lay beside his big-bellied wife.

Two white-veiled horses pulled the carriage to the cemetery. Twenty thousand strikers walked behind the hearse, flooding the avenue like the river that lit up the mills, surging around the tombstones. Blood for blood, cried Tresca: at this signal, thousands of hands dropped red carnations and ribbons into the grave, till the coffin evaporated in a red sea.

III. The Insects in the Soup

Reed was a Harvard man. He wrote for the New York magazines. Big Bill, the organizer, fixed his good eye on Reed and told him of the strike. He stood on a tenement porch across from the mill to escape the rain and listen to the weavers. The bluecoats told him to move on. The Harvard man asked for a name to go with the number on the badge, and the cops tried to unscrew his arms from their sockets. When the judge asked his business, Reed said: Poet. The judge said: Twenty days in the county jail.

Reed was a Harvard man. He taught the strikers Harvard songs, the tunes to sing with rebel words at the gates of the mill. The strikers taught him how to spot the insects in the soup, speaking in tongues the gospel of One Big Union and the eight-hour day, cramming the jail till the weary jailers had to unlock the doors. Reed would write: There's war in Paterson. After it was over, he rode with Pancho Villa.

IV. The Little Agitator

The cops on horseback charged into the picket line. The weavers raised their hands across their faces, hands that knew the loom as their fathers' hands knew the loom, and the billy clubs broke their fingers. Hannah was seventeen, the captain of the picket line, the Joan of Arc of the Silk Strike. The prosecutor called her a little agitator. Shame, said the judge; if she picketed again, he would ship her to the State Home for Girls in Trenton.

Hannah left the courthouse to picket the mill. She chased a strikebreaker down the street, yelling in Yidish the word for shame. Back in court, she hissed at the judge's sentence of another striker. Hannah got twenty days in jail for hissing. She sang all the way to jail. After the strike came the blacklist, the counter at her husband's candy store, the words for shame.

V. Vivas to Those Who Have Failed

Strikers without shoes lose strikes. Twenty years after the weavers and dyers' helpers returned hollow-eyed to the loom and the steam, Mazziotti led the other silk mill workers marching down the avenue in Paterson, singing the old union songs for five cents more an hour. Once again the nightsticks cracked cheekbones like teacups. Mazziotti pressed both hands to his head, squeezing red ribbons from his scalp. There would be no buffalo nickel for an hour's work at the mill, for the silk of bow ties and scarves. Skull remembered wood.

The brain thrown against the wall of the skull remembered too: the Sons of Italy, the Workmen's Circle, Local 152, Industrial Workers of the World, one-eyed Big Bill and Flynn the Rebel Girl speaking in tongues to thousands the prophecy of an eight-hour day. Mazziotti's son would become a doctor, his daughter a poet. Vivas to those who have failed: for they become the river.

Martín Espada from Vivas to Those Who Have Failed, 2015

#poetry #national poetry month #long post #martin espada

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What is it about the RMS Olympic that makes it stand out from other ocean liners?

For me it's a lot of things. I'm going to start with a weird one. Her engines.

The RMS Mauretania was the biggest ship in the world until the Olympic was completed in 1911, and the fastest until 1927. She was designed for speed first and foremost. She had 4 propellers powered by steam turbines, which were the new hot thing at the time. Cunard built 2 "test ships," the Carmania and the Caronia. Carmania had steam turbines, and Caronia had traditional triple expansion steam engines. Carmania was faster, so Cunard used turbines. Mauretania had a top speed (at the time) of about 27.75 knots. Which is impressive. However, her service speed, the speed she went at when she crossed the ocean, was 23.69 knots. Mauretania was designed for speed. This was an impressive speed. The fastest way to cross the ocean for 20 years.

Meanwhile, Olympic was built with comfort in mind. Steam turbines were a relatively new technology and not well understood. Ships that had them had really bad vibration issues, and White Star didn't care about speed. They weren't looking to compete with Cunard on that front. So, they equipped the Olympic with traditional triple expansion steam engines. However, after the steam was exhausted from the final cylinder, it was redirected into a low-pressure turbine. This strange combination engine system gave the Olympic 3 Propellers. Without the turbine, she probably wouldn't have gone above 18 knots. But with that little extra push, her top speed became competitive with Cunard. Her top speed was 21.75 knots. So even without the new fancy turbines, she was effectively only 2 knots slower. But that's not the impressive part about all of this.

In a single day, the Mauretania burned on average 1,000 tons of coal to go 23.69 knots. Meanwhile, Olympic, with her weird engine Mish mash, only consumed 650 tons in a day. And she was only 2 knots slower! And with the turbine propeller right behind her (comparatively) large rudder, she was a really good turner for a ship of her size. I just love the engineering here.

Anyway, that's only one reason I love her so much. Her career was another great thing about her. After Titanic sank, White Star refitted Olympic to make her even safer (she was objectively the safest ship in the world both before and after this refit) and White Star pulled the biggest PR comeback in history. Her return to service in 1913 was widely celebrated. During World War 1, she served as a troop ship, and she is the only Ocean Liner to have ever sunk enemy tonnage in either World Wars. A German U-Boat was trying to torpedo her, but because she could turn so well, they were actually able to swing her around, ram the U-Boat and sink it! She also survived a separate torpedo attack because it failed to detonate when it struck. After the war, when they put her in dry dock, they found the hole. They didn't even know they were hit! The double hull contained the flooding. After the war, she returned to passenger service and became extremely popular with the rich and famous, earning herself the nickname of "the movie star liner." By the 1930s, White Star's new flagship, the Majestic, was having some extreme problems. She was a German ship given to them as compensation for the loss of Britannic. She began having some electrical problems that caused frequent fires, and her hull plates were tearing. Even though she was 10,000 tons bigger than Olympic, and she was a newer and safer ship, Olympic was still in fantastic shape, suffering from none of these problems.

Next, is her interiors. I love the Edwardian wood paneling. Ships before Olympic like the Adriatic are a bit too sparse for my taste, and ships like the Aquitania just don't look comfortable to me. Her interiors are gorgeous, but it's kind of imposing. I wouldn't want to sit on the furniture or get close to the walls. It's like a work of art, but that doesn't make her comfortable. I have the same problem with the Normandie. Beautiful, but not comfortable. People nowadays forget that you actually had to live inside these ships for about a week at a time. We can only look. Occupying these interiors is very different. Meanwhile, I feel like the Olympic gets that perfect balance between looking gorgeous, but not being imposing. I can imagine myself sitting comfortably on a chair in the grand staircase and watching the people go by. I like the pseudo art deco of the Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth, and Mauretania 2, but I just prefer the Edwardian decor of the Olympic.

Next is her exterior. She's not my favorite in this regard, that title goes to the SS United States. But the Olympic is still gorgeous. I like the height to width ratio of her funnels, I think they're a good size relative to the rest of her. For an example of funnels I don't like, I think the Normandies funnels are way too thick and tall. The Olympics superstructure is appealing and isn't too tall. The rounded bridge atop the flatter lower decks has just an incredible effect. The Big 4 had the bridge separate from the rest of the superstructure, and it looked kinda goofy to me. Olympic is just all around really good in this regard. Not the best, but really good.

I think it's such a shame that she's been reduced to "Titanic's sister." She was so much more than that. I can talk about the Olympic for hours, but this post is too long already.

#ocean liner #ocean liners #oceanliner #rms titanic #titanic #cunard #rms queen mary #rms olympic #olympic #ss normandie #rms majestic #ss united states #world war 1 #rms mauretania #mauretania

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phoenixkaptain · 8 months

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Random Teen Titans thoughts.

The Brave and the Bold #54 has a few great moments, but my favourites are:

-Batman says he guesses he can spare Robin for a little bit

-Aqualad gets a letter via eels bringing him a message in a bottle

-the villains name is Brom Stikk. His grandfather or whatever (Jacob Stikk) told the people of the town that they could have the land if they paid him and all of his descendants one passenger pigeon feather every year. They never explain why he asked for this

-Robin comments that passenger pigeons have been extinct since 1913. Robin just knows this very specific piece of information

-Aqualad and Kid Flash have an ongoing little rivalry, but Robin does not care about any comments made about him. They question his competency, and he says nothing. They tell him they were wrong in the end, and he says nothing. He is just vibing

-Robin, to reach the villain, drives a fire truck out of the station, extends the ladder, and precariously balances at the very top of it while fighting a man who made it rain fire. I’m on the fence as to whether or not the truck was still moving as he did this

-the villain floods the town, despite one of his opponents being AQUALAD. Aqualad manages to stop the town from flooding, but does so by getting a narwhal to bore a hole through the cement to reach the sewage system and by god I wish I was making this up

The Brave and the Bold #60:

-Prof. Holmes and his comedically oversized syringe

-the villain is called the Separated Man. He is a giant who can separate his body parts. Prof. Holmes made the serum and accidentally made it so that the serum turns you evil

-the comedically oversized ear that somehow manages to eavesdrop on them, I assume by hiding behind the rock that is smaller than it

-the Separated Man goes underwater, but Robin does not give the comedically large syringe of anti-serum to Aqualad, who could presumably swim down, inject the anti-serum, and swim back up. Robin does it himself. I don’t understand why

-the comic ends with the teens of the town (plus the Teen Titans and Prof. Holmes) riding back to town on surfboards. Prof. Holmes is riding on Aqualad’s shoulders, made all the funnier by the fact that Aqualad is so tiny. Wonder Girl rides back on Prof. Holmes’ son’s shoulders. Kid Flash, we can assume, is also riding someone’s shoulders, but whoever he’s on is out of frame

-Robin is riding on a T-posing young man’s shoulders. This fills me with questions. I have zero answers

#the inane ramblings of a madman #teen titans #robin #kid flash #aqualad #wonder girl #dick grayson #wally west #donna troy #dc #dc comics #batman is continuously an overprotective mother hen #and it’s very cute #he spends the whole time robin is gone #waiting for him to come back i bet #meanwhile robin calls him a square #i love robin #long post

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The Votive Church and Cathedral of Our Lady of Hungary (Hungarian: Szegedi dóm or Fogadalmi templom) is a twin-spired church in Szeged. It lies on Dóm square beside the Dömötör tower. Construction began in 1913, but due to the outbreak of the First World War, it was not completed until 1930. The church serves as the cathedral of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Szeged–Csanád.It is the fourth-largest church in Hungary. The dome is 54 metres (177 ft) outside (33 m above the inside floor) and the towers are both 91 m (299 ft) high. The construction of the church was a result of a pledge made by the inhabitants of Szeged to build a cathedral after the flood of March 1879.

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grandmaster-anne · 1 year

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Gone to rack and ruin?

By Vice Admiral Sir Timothy Laurence | Published 29 July 2020

Country Life Guest Edited by HRH The Princess Royal

What on earth do you do with a ruined, but historically significant country house?

This is a question that plagues the average workaday heritage chairman, causing headaches, insomnia and occasional bouts of teeth-grinding. Here, I will use four examples from the English Heritage portfolio to illustrate the challenges we face. Country Life readers may have their own views about how we should deal with them; if so, I anticipate a flood of letters offering advice. Each site is different and no one solution fits all.

Kirby Hall

Kirby Hall in Northamptonshire was built in the 1570s by Sir Humphrey Stafford and, after his death, by Sir Christopher Hatton, Lord Chancellor. This magnificent house shows all the creative energy and architectural innovation of the first Elizabethan age.

In the 17th century, it hosted five royal visits and boasted one of the finest gardens in England. After four generations of Hattons (all called Christopher in that charming, if rather confusing, English way) it passed to the Winchilsea family, who lived there until the 1770s. Abandoned in the 1830s, it is now roofless, but retains enough of its form for us to imagine how astonishing it would have looked when first built.

John Summerson wrote: ‘The beauty of Kirby’s decline is that it was private and without violence. The house was never burnt, ravaged, used as a quarry or assaulted by mobs.’ English Heritage looks after buildings that suffered exactly those fates, but because Kirby was spared all of them, one can still appreciate there the romance of a lost grandeur.

What should we do with it? The Ministry of Works in the 1960s did its usual thorough, if, by current standards, a little over-zealous, conservation job. Part of the house is still roofed, but leaks are threatening the ceilings underneath. One proposal was to re-roof a further part of the house — the Great Gallery — and use it to display a collection of contemporary furniture, paintings and so on.

That idea has not yet passed the ‘value for money’ test. We are currently working on a modest new exhibition, which will be completed later this year. Major additional work would require a substantial funding package to match.

Sutton Scarsdale Hall

Sutton Scarsdale Hall in Derbyshire is another example of the rise and fall of a noble country house and is one of our greatest conservation challenges.

It was a Baroque masterpiece, built in the 1720s for the 4th Earl of Scarsdale using some of the notable craftsmen of the day. The splendid exterior stonework was carved by Edward Poynton of Nottingham; the Italian master craftsmen Arturi and Vasilli carried out the fine stucco decoration in the principal rooms, remnants of which are still visible.

The cost of the building over-stretched the Scarsdales — an all-too-familiar story, I’m afraid — and the house was sold in the 19th century to a local family, the Arkwrights. In turn, they were forced to sell in 1919 to a company of asset strippers.

Despite the fact that Lord Curzon’s 1913 Ancient Monuments Consolidation and Amendment Act had by then provided the Government with protective powers, many of the hall’s finely decorated rooms were sold off as architectural salvage.

Amazingly, some still survive, but sadly not in Derbyshire: three interiors are displayed at the Museum of Art in Philadelphia and a pine-panelled room is at the Huntington Library in California. The latter was given to the library by a Hollywood film producer, who had used it as a film set for Kitty in 1934. He had bought it from the newspaper magnate and collector, William Randolph Hearst.

More happily, the hall was saved from intended demolition in 1946 by Sir Osbert Sitwell. His descendants handed it to the nation in 1970.

The roofless hall stands proudly on a prominent hill, an important part of the visual landscape of the area and visible from Bolsover Castle across the valley. However, the exposed hilltop location and lack of protection from a roof or glazed windows make the building itself, and especially the exceptionally important plasterwork, acutely vulnerable.

We are currently spending considerable sums patching and making good, but, for a charity such as us, this cannot be a long-term solution. What should we do? One option would be to re-roof the whole hall — at huge expense. Another would be a partial re-roofing to cover the best areas of plasterwork.

A third would be to devise some form of tailor-made protection for the plaster-work in situ, but anything of this nature would have significant aesthetic impact. We have even thought of a private investor taking it over and turning it into a hotel or apartments. All options remain under consideration.

Witley Court

My third example presents a very different set of issues. A new house was built on old foundations at Witley Court in Worcestershire in the early 1500s, but eight generations of the Foley family (all called Thomas — rather proving my earlier point) progressively modernised the Tudor original in Jacobean, then Palladian style, enlarged the park, built a new parish church next door and, in the early 19th century, commissioned John Nash, the leading Regency architect, to remodel the house extensively.

In 1837, ownership passed to Lord Ward, later Earl of Dudley. During the Dudleys’ tenure, the house was transformed into a ‘Victorian palace’ in the Italianate style made fashionable by Prince Albert at Osborne.

The whole house and church were encased in Bath stone; a new wing and a conservatory were added. Among many additions to the gardens was the magnificent Perseus and Andromeda fountain, fed from a new reservoir in the hill behind.

As happened so often elsewhere, the estate began to be broken up after the First World War and, in 1937, a serious fire gutted much of the building. From then until it was taken into public guardianship in 1972, it was stripped of materials and vandalised, but, thereafter, it was stabilised and made accessible. The great fountain continues to operate for an hour each day and looks magnificent after a major restoration in 2004 and further work in 2016, the latter generously funded by Unilever.

Visitors can now enjoy the park and gardens and wander through the house, where the fire has revealed the various stages of its development.

There are no plans to re-roof the main house, but how can we enhance the pleasure of visiting the place and bring more of its history to life? For example, we are considering digitising the many excellent photographs of the interiors taken during its heyday, so that people can call them up on their mobile phones as they walk round.

We would like to refurbish the conservatory as a cafe. This would require expensive works to bring in services, yet those might enable us to produce more events there, following the very successful art exhibition held in 2019 — perhaps that was a harbinger of things to come.

Belsay Hall

Now, at last, for something with a roof — Belsay Hall in Northumberland. The site comprises three distinct, but related elements: a medieval castle, a 19th-century hall and, linking the two buildings, an outstanding garden. The Middleton family has owned the estate since 1270 and still lives nearby.

The hall’s designer, Sir Charles Monck, drew on the classical ideal he had seen on honeymoon in Greece and transposed the style of a Greek temple into an English villa from 1807 (Fig 6). Its sense of space, balance and rigorous architectural logic were unlike anything seen in Britain. Incidentally, Monck demolished the old village of Belsay on the site and rebuilt it in its current position outside the park — the sort of thing you could do in those days.

He deliberately quarried the stone for the hall in a way that left space for a unique garden, the ravines, pinnacles and sheer rock faces he created inspired by the ancient quarries of Syracuse, Sicily. The gardens still showcase the interplay between natural beauty and the sublime, between wild and tame, from natural woodland through the exotic-ally planted quarry to the more formal terraces and garden rooms near the house.

The family moved from the draughty castle to the new hall on Christmas Day 1817. Sadly, flaws in Monck’s internal guttering system led to wholesale infestation with dry rot. By 1980, when the family handed the buildings and garden into public guardianship, it was unoccupied, unfurnished and stripped of much internal wood and plasterwork. The silver lining of this cloud is that it is now possible better to appreciate features of its design. Standing in the beautiful central atrium,

it does feel more like a temple than a house. The windows are huge, allowing in plenty of natural light, and the acoustics are exceptional, thanks to the empty rooms, vast cellars and a network of flues.

Sound, light and empty space may hold the key to its future use; it is an ideal place for creative programming. We have in the past held innovative fashion and art shows there and have staged acoustic experiences, one with voices broadcast down the chimneys. There will, I am sure, be more of this.

We are in the middle of a major project, part funded by the National Lottery, which includes urgent conservation work, a full restoration of the gardens and a new cafe. The Middleton family and its trustees remain engaged, supportive and, I hope, appreciative of the promise of a new lease of life for Belsay.

These four examples illustrate the enormous technical and financial challenges we face with these and other houses. It’s not unreasonable to ask: why are we doing this? What is the purpose behind a heritage body preserving and/or conserving a building?

Well, we want the places to be informative — to tell us something about the people who built them, about their architectural style, about the people who lived in them or who visited them. It’s all part of explaining the story of England to current and future generations, not only to please or inform expert historians and architects, but to encourage a much wider body of people to see and enjoy our buildings.

From school groups (we host many) to local enthusiasts and anyone who has become fascinated by these places — perhaps after reading about them or seeing a Google arts fly-through online. We hope they will all want to see more, to learn more and enjoy (that word again) the experience.

We have to ask: should we preserve such buildings as they are now, strip them back to their original state when first built or restore them to how they appeared at the height of their glory? With our intact houses — such as Osborne, Apsley or Audley End — the answer is as self-evident as it is with a completely ruined castle or abbey: there really is no option. However, my examples here and others fall between those stools. There are no straightforward answers; we have to look at each on its own merits.

Total returns to past glories are rarely feasible, but allowing further decline is not in our DNA. More commonly, we seek to stabilise each place in a state of ‘sustainable conservation’ — a condition that we can maintain in the long term, avoiding costly repeated repairs. It is an evidence-based way of prioritising work according to historical significance, current condition and a better understanding of the specific causes of deterioration. Once in that state, the typical approach is ‘adaptive re-use’: bringing a building back to life by giving it new uses, which complement, rather than obscure the original.

Above all, these houses must be nurtured and loved so that they can tell their part of the story of England. English Heritage will do what it can, helped by the communities living nearby, many of which provide terrific support — and, perhaps, by the occasional generous benefactor.

#tim laurence #article #english heritage #country life

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Say hello to Wilbur Beast, or His Honor, the Mayor of Rabbit Hash, Kentucky. At 6 yrs. old, the French Bulldog, elected in 2020, is one of the youngest to serve in the office. I thought we’d take a tour of his town.

Rabbit Hash was founded in the 19th century, and got its name when a local man said that he would serve rabbit hash for Christmas supper, as there was such a large rabbit population.

Other villagers nicknamed him “Rabbit Hash” and it stuck, eventually becoming the name of the village itself.

Sitting on the Ohio River, steamboats began stopping to order the famous hash and the rest is history.

The population is 426 folks as of the 2018 census, and it appears that the hot spot in town is the Rabbit Hash Mercantile Center and the General Store (across the street from one another).

The store was established in 1830, and it’s where you can get antiques, potions, notions, sundries and more.

“Little documented history of Rabbit Hash actually survives,” explains the General Store owner, “primarily because devastating Ohio River floods in 1884, 1913, and 1937 ruined many records.

“There is still mud in the store’s attic crawl space from the historic 1937 flood, and the only reason it is still here is that it’s anchored securely to the ground by a series of iron rods.”

Note: The general store endorsed another competing candidate, a labrador named Poppy, for mayor.

There’s a cute Rabbit Hash B&B as well, with a great view of the General Store and just a stone’s throw away from the controversial Creation Museum, if that’s your thing.

The mayoral-animal tradition began in 1998. The first elected canine mayor was Goofy Borneman-Calhoun, a dog of “unknown parentage.”

Junior the black lab was the second mayor of Rabbit Hash and loved serving his town and making public appearances.

This paved the way for progressives like Lucy Lou, a border collie and the town’s first female mayor. She broke the glass ceiling in 2008, as the first female to be elected mayor there. (She was preceded by Goofy, the first canine Mayor, and Junior, the first black mayor).

She ran on the campaign slogan “The Bitch You Can Count On.”

The 4th mayor was Brynneth Pawltro- Bamforth most commonly known as Brynn. In an unprecedented move, the Rabbit Hash Historical Society gave official positions to the 1st and 2nd runner ups, Bourbon and Lady, as Ambassadors, in the case that the mayor is unavailable for an event or obligation, an Ambassador will fill in.

Then, enter Wilbur, who replaced incumbent pit bull Brynn with a whopping vote victory. “Wilbur is handling the stress of the job pretty well,” says Amy Noland, his human and campaign mgr.

You’re probably wondering: How? Why? Well, it’s simple. The town is so small, it’s never had a mayor. And with elections being as stressful as they are, the town welcomes the tradition of a more lighthearted race.

Public service announcement.

https://www.messynessychic.com/2020/12/04/what-kind-of-town-elects-a-french-bulldog-as-its-mayor/ and http://www.rabbithashhistsoc.org/the-mayor/

#dog mayor #historic towns #small town life #long post

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Bellevue Hotel in Corbeil during the 1910 Great Floods, southern suburbs of Paris

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1913

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pwlanier · 1 year

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Gernet, M.N. The death penalty. With the application on special sheets 4 geographical maps, 16 diagrams in colors and 54 photos and drawings. M.: Type. "Me. Dankin and I. Khomutov," 1913. VII, [1], 149 p., 45 l. il., map., di. 26.6×17 cm. In a modern semi-leather binding made in the "Paragon" workshop, with gold and pancake embossing on the spine. In great safety. Triple scraped sawn-off shotgun. The forsaints have been updated. On bookends 1a and 2b paper ex-libris of the writer V.V. Lavrova. The block is predominantly clean, contamination of several pages from turning, rare spots, weak traces of flooding. The block is cut under the binding.

The book contains clippings from periodicals devoted to the death penalty, modern prison life of prisoners and crime statistics at present.

A full set of illustrations.

Provenance: from the collection of literary critic, journalist and writer; academician of the Russian Academy of Natural Sciences, famous Moscow bibliophile Valentin Viktorovich Lavrov (born. 1935).

Litfund

#propaganda #death penalty in United States

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 2 years

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Hey, I dont know if your requests are open, but I saw the anon who Requested Armin encouraging you to eat and I'm struggling with eating lately as well. Those headcannons were super helpful and made me feel so much better, especially knowing I'm not the only one going through the whole food anxiety thing. 💗💗 If you ever have the chance could you make some head canons of the same request with Reiner too? Hes my absolute comfort character! 🥺🥺

Disclaimer: this one goes into more depth about the aspects of eating anxiety and disorders, it never encourages nor romanticize them but it describes them in details, it might be triggering for some people.

I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind anon, i just thought about how Reiner would approach this in a different light than Armin. If what you wanted was more light and fluffy themese then you can tell me and i will write you another one.

Reiner & you helping each other with eating anxiety

{ Reiner x reader | tw: heavy eating problems, tw: recovering ED | angst with comfort | modren au }

{"Apple tree" circa 1900 Jan Ciągliński Polish, 1858-1913 }

He knows before you tell him, how could he not? It's something he's more than just acquainted with.

The all familiar feeling of sourness in your mouth, the heaviness of your throat that feels glued shut from the inside whenever you bring a bite even remotely close to your mouth.

It's tiring, it's exhausting and it's all he has ever known.

The nausea, the stomachache, the whole ever repeating cycle of bringing the food to your room, promising yourself that you will finish it but it ends up joining the pile of rotting half full plates on the far dresser where you can't see it.

He pretends it doesn't bother him, he has it under control is what he tells himself. After all, as long as it's just him it doesn't really register just how bad it is.

But not you, oh god anything but you going through this too.

He sees himself in you, he sees all the tiredness from fighting each day just to accomplish something other people get for granted. The unfairness of having to fight your brain just to survive.

He doesn't bring it up to you, he knows just how exhausting it is to have this conversation over and over again with every new person who thinks they're being friendly by making you explain your whole being to them.

By having you turn your complex struggles into bite sizes just so they won't get disturbed of how bad it gets at times, of having to babysit every ever so curious eye that may have had good intentions but didn't think about their words twice.

The suppressed rage both of you hide at the unfairness of the situation, that will have a flood of guilt following right after even a grain of that rage slips between the cracks onto an innocent bystander.

And so he makes his actions speak for him instead, he makes sure not a single stupid grain of self loathing will weasel itself into your justified frustration each time you couldn't finish something you thought you would.

He will fight each battle with you, he will be your pillar to lean against just as you were his wake up call.

Making it very clear you're not alone in this, you won't ever be.

He will learn your preference in food no matter how many times it changes, he will take great care in making sure every meal he makes for you won't bother you in texture or taste whilst giving you all the nutritions you need.

Even if you couldn't finish it right now, even if one bite was all you had energy for, that's perfectly understandable and would've been still worth his effort.

But this time neither of you will forget to finish it before the day ends, neither of you will go to bed hungry.

He makes it clear food isn't a reward, it's not something to be earned nor should taking it away be a punishment.

And while he repeated this to himself before, somehow saying it to you is what made him really truly believe it.

He sees your progress to get better, he knows your determination and it fills him not only with pride but with hope for himself too.

Having you by his side, in the bad and good times, is what made this thing far easier than it was alone.

You're deserving of love and care, you're deserving of patience and forgiveness, none is perfect and progress is never a linear line.

Just a single step forward everyday is what both of you aim for, eventually it will add up no matter how many steps back happen on the bad days.

He makes sure to change scenery too when both of you have lunch, maybe you can eat it in the backyard today or maybe an in bed breakfast.

Maybe the both of you can pack your food and just aimlessly drive around.

Even at family events or friends hangout, he will make sure that you have a comfort safe food to eat if everything else seemed overwhelming at the time.

You're not a bother nor a burden, it's asking for help and taking care of each other that even got humanity this far ahead.

And without realising it, you too do take care of him when you share your drinks with him on the days he felt like water tasted disgusting. Or the times you held his hand in comfort after he spent half an hour just staring at his untouched plate.

Both of you will heal your relationship with food, neither of you is broken nor are you damaged. You've just been hurt too much and this was one of the many ways your brains tried to cope, to get control over a single aspect in your lives just to feel stable.

It's an unhealthy coping mechanism, it's the thing that helped keep you sane before when things were falling apart but it's a really really damaging one in the long run.

You're not crazy nor overreacting, you're perfectly human.

And while unlearning something is impossible, since it will be a part of you that lingers no matter how small. You will learn to cope healthy with it, to calmly deal with the aftermath.

To find alternative solutions that don't come at the cost of your physical or mental health, to find peace with the thing.

He knows that and he's grateful to have you with him in this journey, where both of you learn how to take care of yourself and your needs again.

#Reiner🕯️#aot x reader #aot x y/n #snk x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x reader #tw: ed #tw: eating problems #sfw🕯

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judgemark45 · 2 years

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The Japanese Battleship Kongō was Among the Most Heavily Armed When It was First Built. The Japanese battleship Kongō had some of the greatest nicknames in history; the Japanese translations for the vessel’s many names are “Indestructible Diamond,” “Indra’s Spear” and “Divine Thunder.” In addition to this, she also saw extensive service in both World War I and II. Kongō featured eight 14-inch heavy-caliber main naval guns in four twin turrets. These guns were capable of firing armor-piercing and high-explosive shells, and were the first 14-inch guns in the world to be equipped to a naval vessel. Kongō was formally commissioned in August 1913. In November 1944, Kongō was spotted by the submarine USS Sealion (SS-315) in the Formosa Strait. The vessel fired six bow torpedoes at the battleship, two of which hit and flooded Kongō‘s boiler rooms. While she was able to escape the scene, the damage proved to be too much, with her sinking to the bottom of the strait after her forward 14-inch magazine exploded. Over 1,200 crewmen died. Kongō was the only Japanese battleship to be sunk by a submarine during WWII, while Sealion was the only Allied submarine to sink an enemy battleship. - Todd Neikirk

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ostensiblynone · 7 months

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Mount Lowe, California, circa 1913.

"Electric car at Ye Alpine Tavern, Mount Lowe Railway." This Swiss-style chalet in the San Gabriel Mountains was the upper terminus (elev. 5,000 feet) of an 1890s scenic and incline railway that started in Altadena, with streetcar connections all the way to the main terminal at the Pacific Electric Building in Los Angeles. The railway and associated resorts, including the 70-room Echo Mountain House, were gradually obliterated by fire and flood until, by 1940, nothing was left. Detroit Publishing Co. View full size.

Ye Alpine Tavern (as it was first named), the fourth and last hotel built by Professor Lowe, welcomed over three million visitors in its forty-one years of operation. Opened in 1895, the resort was destroyed by fire in 1936. The skeletal ruins remained until demolished by the U.S. Forest Service in 1959. The site of the original Alpine Tavern, a popular destination for hikers, backpackers and Mt. Lowe Railway history enthusiasts, is now a U.S. Forest Service campground.

#alpine tavern #los angeles #1930s

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sywenai · 1 year

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The Waddellonian Stories! (Part 2 of Life of Left Handed Baseball Player Rube Waddell)

• Waddell would not go to the men's locker room to change into his uniform, but he changes uniform at the mound, in front of the audience.

• He once joined a touring play but he was incapable of memorising his lines so they let him improvise his, his acting was praised.

• He made an attempt to hypnotize a walrus.. of course, the walrus gets angry and ripped his trouser off.

• At another time, Waddell went off to see lions, and for whatever reason punched one of the lion. The lion obviously did not take friendly to this and bit him. (He let the intrusive thoughts win/j)

• He was once stranded in Kansas City because he spent all his money on feeding baby bears because he didn't want them to be hungry.

• When his team (Philadelphia Athletics) was traveling, they stopped because Waddell was missing. Then later, when they heard a band outside they were at shock to see that the one leading the parade was their pitcher, Rube Waddell. (With a baton and all that stuff😭)

• Waddell's friend, roommate, and caatcher Ossee Schreckengost (or Schreck for short) had told their manager Connie Mack to put a clause in Waddell's contract that he was not allowed to eat animal crackers in bed. (The two shared a double bed, and Ossee was annoyed of having crumbs all over it)

• There was this time Waddell knocked on Connie Mack's door at 1 AM, holding a sandwich made out of limburger cheese and onions that Waddell called "a pazzazza." (Whatever that is..)

• Sometimes Waddell would cartwheel or somersault his way into the dugout

• He was BAD at holding money and spent it mostly on alcoholic beverages to the point Connie Mack gave him his salary in 1$ bills. A 'keeper' had even been hired to keep Waddell in check!

• Shot a friend through the hand!

• Waddell claimed he lost track of the amount of women he married and his new wife almost sued him for bigamy because he forgot to settle the divorce on the last wife. (?)

Although, everyone has a dark side, for Waddell.. he was violent when he was drunk. One time he was moving out from his father-in-law's home, and he had asked Rube for boarding money. This request enraged the athlete and hit the man with a flat iron. When his mother-in-law tried to intervene, he hit her with a chair. The family dog bit Waddell at his left arm, who then fled from the scene to avoid arrest.

BUT! Despite all that chaos, Eddie also had a good heart and tried to help others whenever he could.

• When fellow baseball player, Danny Hoffman was knocked unconscious by a fastball on the temple, Waddell immediately went to aid him.

• Prevented a fire from a store by carrying the upset oil stove outside and throwing it on a firebank

• Saved a woman from drowning

•He saved tobacco tags to get a wooden leg for a little boy

• And on 1912 and 1913, when a flood happened Waddell helped everyone as much as he could, spending most of his time on ice cold water putting up sandbags to seal the crack on the levee.

His kind deed during 1912-1913 rewarded him with.. pneumonia, which then turned into tuberculosis. It was fatal during his time, he never recovered from it and died on April 1, 1914. Rube Waddell was only 37 years old. He may have lived a short life but made the most of it, with chaotic events left and right. His managers were frustrated with him, his teammates found him unreliable but he and his antics were surely enjoyed by the fans. I hope you all enjoyed this post as much as I did. :)

#baseball players #baseball history #rube waddell #others suspected he may had autism or adhd #i would love to be friends with him (minus the violence)

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