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punkbarbarian · 9 hours
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a second chance at love
backwards, warsan shire // too sweet, hozier // wolf song, caamp // little dog's rhapsody in the night, mary oliver // if we were vampires, jason isbell // all your'n, tyler childers // rainer maria rilke
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1: "i'll rewrite this whole life and this time there'll be / so much love, / you won't be able to see beyond it."
2: "i take my whiskey neat / my coffee black and my bed at 3 / you're too sweet for me / you're too sweet for me"
3: "know i'm always thinking of you / always thinking i could love you more"
4: "tell me you love me, he says. / tell me again. / could there be a sweeter / arrangement? over and over / he gets to ask it. / i get to tell."
5: "it's knowing that this can't go on forever / likely one of us will have to spend some days alone / maybe we'll get forty years together / but one day i'll be gone / or one day you'll be gone"
6: "[chorus] so i'll love you 'til my lungs give out, i ai'nt lyin' / i'm all your'n and you're all mine / there ain't two ways about it / there ain't no tryin' 'bout it / i'm all your'n and you're all mine"
7: "when i go toward you / it is with my whole life" /end id]
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paladinbaby · 4 months
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a patch of white anemones
the iliad, tr. emily wilson / electra: a tragedy, tr. anne carson / the lathe of heaven, ursula k. le guin / @insomniac-arrest / the first bad man, miranda july / what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer / rabbit heart (raise it up), florence + the machine / burrows end, @dimension20official / the burglar of babylon, elizabeth bishop
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1: “You already know this story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this. Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand the unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.”
2: “Electra / And I know there is something all wrong about me - believe me. Sometimes I shock myself”
3: “The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.”
4: “The first rule of tragedy is to be yourself. The second rule of tragedy is to be literally anyone else. The third rule is that however much you try there is no escaping being yourself forever.”
5: “Then I realised that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”
6: “Always falling into a hole, then saying “okay, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,””
7: “I must become a lion hearted girl / Ready for a fight / Before I make the final sacrifice / We raise it up, this offering”
8: “i think for myself, when I go back to that time, the number one emotion associated with it is tremendous shame and embarrassment which is the emotion it would take to never mention that to anybody”
9: “You were good to me, and I love you, / But I’m doomed” End ID.]
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sgiandubh · 4 months
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Siento pasarte la pelota @sgiandubh🤣
El traductor traduce algo muy raro y como el anon, claramente tiene ganas de fastidiar y de recibir su correspondiente bofetón, te dejo a ti el dialéctico y yo me reservo para el gif 😂
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Querida @bat-cat-reader,
Atentamente a su servicio, como siempre. 😘
(Dear @bat-cat-reader, Sincerely at your service, as always. 😘)
You wrote:
I think I'm going to pass this ball to you, @sgiandubh.
The translator is very weird with this one and as this Anon clearly just wants to be annoying and receive his slap, I am leaving the dialectics to you and will reserve my verdict to the gif.
Dear Never Were Anon,
Once upon a time, on a hill named Cumorah, in the godforsaken little township of Palmyra, somewhere deep on the Western side of the state of New York, a man called Joseph Smith had a vision. Following this particular episode, he claimed an angel called Moroni entrusted him with some golden plates written in 'reformed Egyptian' (whatever that might mean, btw), he then promptly proceeded to translate into English.
Only eight human beings of the Palmyrian like-minded community confirmed to have seen those plates. In order to translate them, Smith purportedly dangled a chocolate colored seer stone in a hat. Or used special (Biblical!) spectacles. Really, whichever rocks your boat, Anon: stories like this one are seldom clear, I suspect. The text, he was the only one to see, appeared at the bottom of the hat and was promptly dictated to someone nearby. The completed compilation was called The Book of Mormon and once it was all done, Moroni popped in again and took back his plates.
Maybe the same thing happened to you, Anon. Maybe an angel caught up with you at Starbucks, gave you a coupon and instructed you to use a seer stone to peer to the bottom of your plastic cup of latte. Otherwise I can't explain how do you know (in no particular order): what is S doing in the BOMB project, what is C doing at this particular moment in time, how much does S drink and how low can he go, what crosses my mind as I am writing this answer to you, what will I probably never need to say, how angry I am and of course, above all (lest we NEVER forget), THE TRUTH about the whole affair.
However, unlike Joseph Smith, your angel lost an 'i' en route to you. And that is a real problem, I know. Not even sorry, pumpkin.
Bat will take care of the gif.
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Good Mourning, All that we see or seem is but a cemetery within a cemetery, or whatever Edgar Allan Poe said. Fast growing as the sycamore, Indianapolis developed and stretched its branches outward, replacing small residential areas with industrial parks. Nestled amongst the residential areas were not only homes, but the family burial plots along with them. In an effort to preserve the smaller pioneering cemeteries, lost to time and industrialization. The Greenlawn Cemetery, Rhoads Cemetery, and Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery were relocated to the Pioneer Cemetery within Crown Hill, each grave dug the same way they were originally by hand. The Greenlawn Cemetery, established in 1821 was the first cemetery known to exist in Indianapolis, originally located near the White River on the southwest end of Kentucky Avenue. In the year of 1912, over 1,160 pioneers originally buried in Greenlawn Cemetery were moved to Crown Hill. This memorial honors these original citizens of Indianapolis including Colonel Aaron C. Johnson, former Sheriff of Fayette Co. Ohio, Veteran of the War of 1812, Sarah A. Baker, Clarence Cooper, Craighead (four unknown), Mary Francis Cunningham, John Given, W.D., Barbara and Sarah Hanch, Nancy F., Julia P., Infant John and George Hollands, David, Martha R., Mary, John, Moses, John, Rebecca A. Margaret, Martha A. and infants Hunter, John W. and Wife, James M. Johnson, Lawson (two unknown), Lewis (one unknown), Benjamin Orr, Eli, Elizabeth and Mary I. Petticord, George Porter, Phillip, Jenny and one unknown Sponable, Iane and Minnie Wallace, Abner S. West and Benjamin Yates. Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery, established in 1841. Originally a small cemetery located on the Wright family farm in Lawrence Township. In 2008, twelve adults, fourteen children and seven infants were reburied in their final resting place within Crown Hill Cemetery. Members of the Wright family, headed by the Reverend James T. Wright, founder of the church now known as Castleton United Methodist Church, and extended family members of the Whitesell, Gentry, Easterday and Gates families were buried in the small cemetery with the last burial taking place in 1905. Also interred is Civil War Private John W. Gentry, who served in the 26th Indiana, Co. "I" from March of 1864 until it was disbanded in January 1866. Much like the Greenlawn Cemetery and Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery, the Rhoads Cemetery was a small cemetery established in 1844. In 1999, twelve adults and thirty-four children of the Rhoads, Rude, Foster, Foltz and Johns families were buried at their final resting site within Crown Hill. Among the identified burials are James Rhoads, died - 1844, Hanna Rhoads died - 1849, Sarah Rhoads died 1857, John Rhoads died - 1860, Emma Rude died - 1862, Willian Rude died - 1866 and William Rhoads died - 1906. Monday Mournings are in loving memory of the dearly departed. By exploring their burial sites we can connect to their lives, continuing to honor their memory so they will not be lost to time. Memento Mori. Rest In Peace, Mori 🥀
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haliburtonlake · 6 months
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In Sickness and in Health
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Part Four of a series of articles on the settlement of the Northern Townships in Ontario in the mid 1800's
We know something, now, after living in the shadow of Covid, about rampaging diseases and the way fear spreads when the cause is unknown.  Before migrating to Canada, many of Haliburton’s early settlers endured cholera epidemics in the crowded cities of the U.K. and Europe. The belief at the time was that cholera was caused by bad air and immoral lifestyles, so the appeal of moving to a wilderness with a small and scattered population must have been very attractive.  Unfortunately, cholera (nicknamed the blue death) followed them across the Atlantic Ocean to Canada and was particularly rampant in port cities like Quebec City and Kingston. Ships carrying new settlers were called “coffin ships.” Poor sanitation and bad water caused an extreme loss of fluids, turning the skin blue, and death often occurred within one day.
            Those who rode the Victoria Rail Line to Haliburton were still vulnerable to scarlet fever, smallpox, diphtheria and tuberculosis, diseases that could be transmitted in the close sleeping quarters of a lumber camp, at the local tavern, or at church.  The introduction of Red Cross Outposts in the Haliburton area was decades away in the future, so families depended on home remedies like mustard plasters and chicken soup.  They may have tried “snake oil” from the travelling tinker. Superstitions, passed down from grannies in the old country, had mixed results. 
            The forest was full of herbal remedies, if only one knew where to look. Much indigenous wisdom on the healing power of nature had been lost during the early years of colonization with the tragic relocation of First Nations populations to reserves. Milkweed relieved muscle and joint pain. Spruce tea cured symptoms of scurvy with high doses of Vitamin C. Willow bark was used for pain relief.  On my property, there is a huge patch of Joe Pye weed down by the lake.  Butterflies love it.  The story is told that Joe Pye was an indigenous healer from New England who discovered that the tall, purple flowering weed provided a cure for the deadly typhus outbreaks that killed so many. Was Joe Pye a real person? Maybe not. It was more likely a faulty interpretation of the Native American word for typhoid.  Jopai.
            Fear of sickness has always caused myths and misunderstandings to develop.  Education about hand-washing and clean water sources eventually increased community health and wellness.
            The early days in Haliburton were tough enough for healthy folks, but the sick were likely to perish. Mortality rates for women during childbirth and infants were high.  Pioneering took a great deal of energy, and when a family was weakened by influenza or fever, it often meant the cabin’s hearth went cold.  The wood did not get chopped.  The soup did not get made.  Harsh weather and hunger left isolated settlers in danger.  
            Surviving in the backwoods in the 1800’s required resilience, resourcefulness, and a lot of luck. A good immune system could tip the balance between success and failure. 
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sidewalkstamps · 1 year
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K. S. Littlejohn Co Contractors 1926 (Photo taken by Scott Fajack on December 23, 2022 on Ocampo Dr at W Pampas Ricas Blvd. in the Rustic Canyon neighborhood near/ in the Pacific Palisades, CA).
I believe this Littlejohn is Captain Kenneth Stuart Littlejohn, who was born February 6, 1876 or 1877 in Montclair, New Jersey and died September 18, 1952 in Mexico. His father was Frank Bennoch Littlejohn and his mother was Elise (maybe Elsie) Thomson Stuart. He married Josephine Keizer (1887-1963), daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dell Keizer, of Kansas City, Missouri. Their engagement was announced on page 34 of April 2, 1911 issue of The Kansas City Star (findagrave.com) and they were married May 18, 1912 in California (https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Littlejohn-725#_note-0). He had a son Kenneth Keizer (1926-1950), who was born in Los Angeles, and three daughters - Virginia (1914-2000), Eleanor Stuart (1915-1977), and Lorna Jean (1916-1989). You can see them listed in the Fifteenth Census of the United States: 1930 Population Schedule seen here for the “Beverly Hills Township.”
In WWI, he was in the Sixth U. S. Engineers and “was recognized for bravery at the battle of Claire Chenes Woods, France” (History of the Sixth Engineers, Knickerbocker Press, 1920. Entry for Captain Kenneth S. Littlejohn, page 274).
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Littlejohn was given the contract for the canal digging by dragline excavator of Canal Rosales in Sinaloa, Mexico. “The work is somewhat out of the ordinary, as it is not a common thing for dragline excavators to be used for this purpose in Mexico, as native labor and mules are so plentiful and so cheap that they can almost compete even on big work with machine excavation.” (Not sure how much the laborers were making a fair living or not in that scenario!) At the time of this contract, the company was based in Tucson, Arizona. The foreman in charge of this project was Otto G. Fladung of Tucson. (”Canal Digging with Dragline Excavator in Old Mexico,” Excavating Contractor, Volumes 15-16, A.B. Morse Company, 1921). Fladung was born April 4, 1892 in Ohio and died February 10, 1923 in Tucson. He’s buried in the Saint Louis Cemetery in Louisville, Ohio.
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They lost a bid for work in Phoenix, AZ in 1922 (Southwest Builder and Contractor, Volume 60, F. W. Dodge Company, 1922), but they were awarded the contract for street work for Florence ave. between Van Ness Ave. and West Blvd. by the Los Angeles Building and Public Works department (Building and Engineering News, Volume 26, Issue 2, 1926).
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At the time of Kenneth Keizer’s birth, they lived at 2289 W 24th Street, in the Jefferson Park neighborhood of Los Angeles just south of the current 10 freeway. The house is still there - Zillow says the current house there was built in 1905. Kenneth Kaiser’s birth certificate gives me more confidence that Kenneth Stuart is the correct K.S. Littlejohn, as it lists his occupation as “Consulting Engineer” and his employer as “Self.”
K. S. Littlejohn Co. Engineers and Contractors are listed with K.S. Littlejohn and R.K. Walker in the Charter of the City of Los Angeles in Effect July 1, 1925 (Los Angeles Daily Journal, 1925). They can also be found in the Los Angeles County Incorporation Records (Second Series) 1903-1939 at the Seaver Center for Western History Research, Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County. In the Los Angeles City Directory 1925, the company’s principals are listed as K S Littlejohn and E T Brown, with their office at 626 S Spring Street, room 609 (Los Angeles Directory Company, Los Angeles, CA, 1925, accessed via the Los Angeles Public Library). Today that address has some bars and studio loft apartments, not 100% sure it’s still the same building but probably.
Littlejohn was one of the contractors in Fillmore, CA involved in the repair work after the St. Francis Dam Disaster, under the supervision of general director C. E. Bressler (Hundley, Norris and Jackson, Donald C. Heavy Ground: William Mulholland and the St. Francis Dam Disaster, University of Nevada Press, 2020).
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years
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“Three Youths Sentenced For Thefts,” Kingston Whig-Standard. January 28, 1942. Page 2. ---- For a series of break-ins and thefts in the northern part of the county, three Oso Township youths were sentenced to terms in the Ontario Reformatory by Magistrate James B. Garvin in county police court Tuesday afternoon. 
The youths and the terms they received were: Jack Jarvis, 21, seven months; his brother, Wilbert Jarvis, 19, nine months; and Maynard Badour. 19. nine months. 
The trio pleaded guilty to a total of 20 charges. All were given three months definite for breaking into the school house at School Section No. 1, Portland, and a consecutive month on each additional charge. 
“Five pens are missing from that school,” said Magistrate Garvin, “and you have given authorities no information as to where they are. 
“Parents of the children in many cases can ill-afford to buy more pens," he continued. “You have carried on systematic thievery and there is no excuse for it.” List of Break-Ins The trio admitted breaking into John Hollowood’s home in Oso Township and stealing; of breaking into a storehouse in Sharbot Lake, owned by C. H. Gordon, and stealing gasoline; of breaking into S.S. No. 1 Oso and S.S. No. 1 Portland; of breaking into Thomas Kirkham's store at Clarendon and stealing a number of articles; and of breaking into the Murvale Anglican Church. 
At the latter place, they lit a fire in the stove to warm themselves, then took the carpet from the floor and the cloth from the altar to use as blankets. 
Story of the crimes committed by the youths was told by Provincial Constable J. T. Truaisch and County Constable W. J. Thomlinson of Sharbot Lake. 
Although the trio was accused of stealing 1,100 rounds of .22 cartridges from Kirkham’s store, Wilbert Jarvis said they had not stolen more than 125 rounds. The ammunition was used to hunt rabbits, he said. 
Started Long Before Jarvis further said that he and the others were working in the Davis Tannery but lost their jobs when their car froze up and they could not return from Oso Township to Kingston. This story was discredited by Crown Attorney T. J. Rigney, K.C., who pointed out that the series of crimes started long before the youths had lost their jobs. 
When Wilbert Jarvis told about the trio breaking into schools and the church and starting a fire so they could warm themselves, Mr. Rigney said: “You want to establish a club out there (in Oso Township) so you will have some place to go and get your shins heated.” 
Later when Jarvia described breaking into the schools at night, Mr. Rigney commented: “You went to night school for a little shin heat.”
In "Close Scrapes” While Badour had no previous record, Constable Thomlinson told the court he had been in several “close scrapes” at Sharbot Lake/ Both Wilbert and Jack Jarvis had previous records. 
"They haven’t even got the defence of being drunk,” said Mr Rigney. “It was nothing but systematic thievery. They broke in some places two or three times; it was just like a man going to the movies if he had the money."
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ultraheydudemestuff · 2 years
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New Lyme Institute
929 Brownville Rd.
Rome, OH 44085
Erected in the late 1870s and also known as the New Lyme Seminary, Northern Ohio Collegiate and Business Institute, and the Deming School, the New Lyme Institute in New Lyme Township, Ashtabula County, Ohio, was the creation of Judge William S. Deming, a prominent New Lyme Township citizen who donated the land and $3,000 in matching funds to kick start the institution in 1878. Citizens convinced of the need for quality education in their community matched Deming’s contribution. When the Northern Ohio Collegiate and Business Institute was dedicated on Aug. 21, 1879, it included a recitation hall, boys dormitory and ladies hall. The institute enrolled more students than it had dormitory space to accommodate, and residents of the community opened their homes to the scholars. It was the pride of New Lyme.
Its alumni include one of the first female judges in the United States, a scholar who worked on the Revised Standard Version of the Bible, the founder of Dallas Theological Seminary, a famous Lincoln impersonator and numerous prominent attorneys, educators and lecturers. The New Lyme Institute even came close to becoming the Kent State main campus of Ashtabula County. In 1910, the institute was a candidate for the Ohio State Normal College, a preparatory school for teachers. Politics and inducements prevailed, however, and the institute lost out to Kent, where the normal college would be nurtured into a university.
A fire consumed the ladies hall several years after the school opened, and the institute alumni raised $20,000 to erect Tucker Memorial Hall, affording comfort and pleasure to young ladies attending the school. The hall honored Jacob Tuckerman, who was the institute’s first president. Tuckerman became institute president in 1882 and remained in that position 15 years. His associate was M.L. Hubbard, principal of the commercial department and a teacher of expression. A strong faculty further helped establish the institute’s reputation for providing quality education.
The institute also was the home of the Christy Summer School of Pedagogy, which got its start with a generous gift from the estate of James Christy. Christy’s instructions were to use his fortune for educational purposes in Ashtabula County. Both Grand River Institute and New Lyme applied for the money, about $27,000. The decision was left to the County Teachers’ Institute, which convened Aug. 9, 1888, and voted to create the summer school at New Lyme. A 1924 history notes that “the buildings of New Lyme Institute were located in picturesque and highly elevated spot, facing Lebanon Creek, and a semicircle of stately maples, and the campus is one of rare beauty.”
Beauty was not enough to ensure the school’s success, however. The institute began to wither after the failed attempt to bring the normal school to New Lyme. When Judge W.S. Deming died, he left $25,000, some land, and six houses to the institute. The houses were in “Newtown,” one of Ashtabula County’s ghost towns. The cash established an endowment, but it was insufficient to maintain the institute in the ensuing years. When Ohio’s legislature mandated that each township provide a centralized school or pay the expense of sending its students to one in another township, the institute’s trustees turned over its assets to the township. The New Lyme Institute thus became the Deming School in 1923.
The four-room building offered grades one through 11; students who wanted a “12th-grade education” had to go to Ashtabula. Space was a constant issue at the building as centralization brought in additional students. The Works Progress Administration came to the rescue in the 1930s. A gymnasium and classroom annex was added to the west side of the original building at a cost of $50,000. The annex was first used during the 1939-40 school year. By 1955 the school had an enrollment of 369 students who lived in New Lyme and Cherry Valley townships. Anticipating continued growth, the school board added another six rooms to Deming School. But efforts to consolidate the myriad school districts in the county were under way, and Deming became part of the Pymatuning Valley Local Schools. The last class to graduate from Deming was 1961.
Construction of new schools in the PV district brought about the end of Deming School in 1973. The community purchased the building in 1974. It was placed with the National Register of Historic Places on January 1, 1976. The community soon realized that the huge building was too large of an obligation for a small township and returned it to the school system. Another group was organized and attempted to save the building from private acquisition, but when it went on the auction block, Transportation Brokerage System purchased the building. It was eventually purchased by New Lyme resident Ray Kampf.
The original section of the old building of the 117-year-old institution caught on fire the morning of Oct. 7, 1995 and succumbed to fire in 1995. Only the gymnasium and annex remained by the time firefighters completed their work. Driving through the sleepy crossroads where the school once stood, it is difficult to imagine that 300 scholars once lived and studied here. Although it has been over 40 years since students attended Deming, annual reunions are still held for alumni who come back to New Lyme Township to reminisce.
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lindaseccaspina · 2 years
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William Craig Smithson Barn Fire 1950
William Craig Smithson Barn Fire 1950
Fire destroyed Mr. Wm. C. Smithson’s bank barn, 10th line of Ramsay Township, on Sunday afternoon in a very short time. The barn and farm were leased to Mr. Kenneth Fee, local livestock dealer, and he lost 17 calves ready for market, a Hull valued at $250, four young pigs and about 20 tons of hay and baled straw . Mr. Smithson lost about 30 tons of hay and all sorts of farming equipment that he…
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punkbarbarian · 2 months
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a family reunion, from fistfight to cigarette
up the wolves, the mountain goats // the elektra complex, joan tierney // all about love, bell hooks // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // the wee free men, terry pratchett // you're gonna go far, noah kahan // brother of mine, jun miresa // wild geese, mary oliver // lost in my mind, the head and the heart
[image id: 9 screenshots of text on white backgrounds. 1: "[chorus] our mother has been absent ever since we founded rome / but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home" 2: "ORESTES: how could you recognize me after all these years? / ELEKTRA: what a stupid question. i was born knowing you." 3: "we can never go back. i know that now. we can go forward. we can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we go grief about the love we lost long ago, when we were little and had no voice to speak the heart's longing." 4: "you realize, at last, that you can change without disappearing, that all you had to do was wait until the storm passes over you and you find that--yes--your name is still attached to a living thing." 5: "he said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there." 6: "we ain't angry at you, love / you're the greatest thing we've lost / the birds will still sing / your folks will still fight / the boards will still creak / the leaves will still die" 7: "oh brother of mine, we're no longer alike / though you're still the same dear brother of mine" 8: "you do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles in the desert repenting. / you only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine. / meanwhile the world goes on." 9: "won't you tell me, my brother? / 'cause there are stars up above / we can start moving forward." /end ID]
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paladinbaby · 6 months
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first rule of holes: keep digging
poem of the end, marina tsvetaeva / have you been long enough at the table, leslie sainz / @inneskeeper / the charismatic church asks me how i have sinned, janelle tan / blud, rachel mckibbens / leslie feinberg / @aforlorngazeintoyesterday / nonbeliever, lucy dacus / the cow, ariana reines / the wee free men, terry pratchett
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1: “Either love is / -A shrine? / or else a scar.” Or else a scar is highlighted in a pale yellow colour.
2: “can you stomach it? / Anyway, you eat it. You eat it anyway.”
3: “ Oh sunk cost fallacy, we’re really in it now. We are in fact so really in it that if we quit now then everything we did would have all been for nothing and so we have to keep going in”
4: “let me fail myself. let me call / love an unanswered prayer. let me be / the very tip of the knife / that touches grace.”
5: “Obedience in the wrong house is a kind of plague,
survivor’s guilt a slight of hand. No outrunning / your blood’s calamity, so you gather your teeth
& dig your trenches, tell your stories but never come clean.”
6: “Did I survive? I guess I did. But only because I knew I might get home to you.” The whole line is written in italics.
7: “doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.”
8: “You deal an unspoken debt / No kindness without wanting something back / What do I owe you? What did I forget? / Are we even after all of that?”
9: “There is no sacrifice. You have got to want to live. You have got to force yourself to want to.”
10: “All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!
I have a duty!” End ID.]
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creacherkeeper · 2 years
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happy sleepover saturday!! what are your fav LoL/Bo moments and/or Lost Township moments?
OOHH 👀👀
LoL moments:
the nox portent roll nat 20 given to frankie to have dolly parton's phone number in her phone
every moment of kai and bubba interaction (including THE insight check that started everything)
learning who wren was 👀 (felt so vindicated)
THEO DROPPING THE BOOK AND GETTING SUCKED INTO IT I WAS LIKE. WTF IS HAPPENING. WILDEST THING TO HAPPEN IN WHAT I ASSUMED TO BE A COMBAT ENCOUNTER
bo using the luck point from the rabbits foot FROM his dad to PUNCH his dad and then rolling low on his grapple save and being put in a grapple hug :''''''') bubba <3
lost township moments:
ANOTHER PORTENT ROLL SHOUTOUT but flint giving the nat 1 to latrowe on his wis save for command 😭 and morel telling him to GROVEL
divine telling off lizzie at the crime scene <333 and me immediately in my head being like "im so gonna arrest hawk about this" <333
maeve lighting will's cigarette with her own and flint just being like 😤😤😤
morel being like "were all the brown bird's victims assholes" and cass just being like HEY,,, SO,,,,,, NO,,
as a dm, i VERY MUCH enjoy playing latrowe but i think my fave was getting to do my little infodump about the jack lmao. i have So Much Lore about this pantheon
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booklindworm · 3 years
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A rant against Karen Traviss' understanding of history and her FAQ answers
Did you base the Mandalorians on the Spartans?
<cite> No. I didn't. </cite> Fair enough.
<cite> I really wish history was taught properly - okay, taught at all - in schools these days, because history is the big storehouse that I plunder for fiction. It breaks my heart to hear from young readers who have no concept even of recent history - the last fifty years - and so can't see the parallels in my books. You don't have to be a historian to read my novels, but you'll get a lot more out of them if you explore history just a little more. Watch a history channel. Read a few books. Visit some museums. Because history is not "then" - it's "now." Everything we experience today is the product of what's happened before. </cite> Yeah, I do to. Please, Ms Traviss, go on, read some books. Might do you some good. And don't just trust the history channels. Their ideas about fact-checking differ wildly.
<cite> But back to Mandos. Not every military society is based on Sparta, strange as that may seem. In fact, the Mandos don't have much in common with the real Spartans at all. </cite> You mean apart from the absolute obsession with the military ["Agoge" by Stephen Hodkinson], fearsome reputation ["A Historical Commentary on Thucydides" by David Cartwright], their general-king ["Sparta" by Marcus Niebuhr Tod], the fact that they practically acted as mercenaries (like Clearch/Κλέαρχος), or the hyper-confidence ("the city is well-fortified that has a wall of men instead of brick" [Plutarch, Life of Lycurgus])...
<cite> A slightly anarchic, non-centralized, fightin' people? Sounded pretty Celtic to me. Since I went down that path, I've learned more about the Celts (especially the Picts), and the more I learn, the more I realise what a dead ringer for Mandos they are. But more of how that happened later... </cite>
The Celtic people are more than one people, more than one culture. Celtic is a language-family! In the last millennium BC nearly every European ethnic group was in some ways Celtic, and they were not one. Later, after the Germanic tribes (also not one people, or a singular group) moved westwards, the Celtic cultures were still counted in the hundreds. Not only Scotland was Celtic! Nearly all of Western Europe was (apart from the Greek and Phoenician settlers on the Mediterranean coasts). The word “Celts” was written down for the first time by Greek authors who later also used the word “Galatians”. The Romans called these people “Gauls”, and this word was used to describe a specific area, bordered by the Atlantic Ocean, the Cévennes and the Rhine: “Gaul”. So the Celts, the Galatians and the Gauls were all part of the same Celtic civilisation. "Celts, a name applied by ancient writers to a population group occupying lands mainly north of the Mediterranean region from Galicia in the west to Galatia in the east [] Their unity is recognizable by common speech and common artistic traditions" [Waldman & Mason 2006] Mirobrigenses qui Celtici cognominantur. Pliny the Elder, The Natural History; example: C(AIUS) PORCIUS SEVERUS MIROBRIGEN(SIS) CELT(ICUS) -> not just one culture "Their tribes and groups eventually ranged from the British Isles and northern Spain to as far east as Transylvania, the Black Sea coasts, and Galatia in Anatolia and were in part absorbed into the Roman Empire as Britons, Gauls, Boii, Galatians, and Celtiberians. Linguistically they survive in the modern Celtic speakers of Ireland, Highland Scotland, the Isle of Man, Wales, and Brittany." [Celtic Culture: a historical encyclopedia. by John Koch] "[] the individual CELTIC COUNTRIES and their languages, []" James, Simon (1999). The Atlantic Celts – Ancient People Or Modern Invention. University of Wisconsin Press. "All Gaul is divided into three parts, one of which the Belgae live, another in which the Aquitani live, and the third are those who in their own tongue are called Celtae, in our language Galli." [Julius Caesar, De Bello Gallico] <= I had to translate that in school. It's tedious political propaganda. Read also the Comentarii and maybe the paper "Caesar's perception of Gallic social structures" that can be found in "Celtic Chiefdom, Celtic State," Cambridge University Press. The Celtic tribes and nations were diverse. They were pretty organized, with an academic system, roads, trade, and laws. They were not anarchic in any way. They were not warriors - they were mostly farmers. The Celts were first and foremost farmers and livestock breeders
The basic economy of the Celts was mixed farming, and, except in times of unrest, single farmsteads were usual. Owing to the wide variations in terrain and climate, cattle raising was more important than cereal cultivation in some regions.
Suetonius addressing his legionaries said "They are not soldiers—they're not even properly equipped. We've beaten them before." [not entirely sure, but I think that was in Tacitus' Annals]
Regarding the Picts, in particular, which part of their history is "anarchic"? Dál Riata? the Kingdom of Alba? Or are you referring to the warriors that inspired the Hadrian's Wall? Because no one really knows in our days who the fuck they were. The Picts’ name first appears in 297 AD. That is later. <cite> Celts are a good fit with the kind of indomitable, you-can't-kill-'em-off vibe of the Mandos. Reviled by Rome as ignorant savages with no culture or science, and only fit for slaughter or conquest, the Celts were in fact much more civilized than Rome even by modern standards. </cite> That's how the Romans looked at pretty much every culture that wasn't Greek, Roman, Phoenician, Egyptian, or from Mesopotamia (read, if you want, anything Roman or Greek about the Skyths, the Huns, Vandals, Garamantes...).
<cite> They also kicked Roman arse on the battlefield, and were very hard to keep in line, so Rome did what all lying, greedy superpowers do when challenged: they demonized and dehumanized the enemy. (They still used them in their army, of course, but that's only to be expected.) </cite> They were hard to keep in line, but they most definitely did not kick Roman arse on the battlefield. Roman arse was kicked along the borders of the Roman Empire, such as the Rhine, the Danube, the Atlas mountains, etc. And mostly by actually badly organized, slightly anarchic groups, such as the Goths or the Huns (BTW the Huns were not a Germanic people, even though early 20th century British propaganda likes to say so). Though they were also decisively stopped by the Parthians. Who were very organized. Ah well. <cite> While Rome was still leaving its unwanted babies to die on rubbish dumps - a perfectly acceptable form of family planning to this "civilisation" - and keeping women as chattels devoid of rights, the barbarian Celts had a long-standing legal system that not only gave women what we would think of as equal rights, but also protected the rights of the elderly, children, and the disabled. They had a road network across Europe and worldwide trade long before the Romans ever got their act together. And their science - well, their astronomical calculations were so sophisticated that it takes computers to do the same stuff today. </cite> See? You even say yourself that they weren't actually anarchic. Also you're not completely right: 1. women (of most Celtic cultures, with one notable exception being the Irish) were not allowed to become druids, e.g. scientists, physicians, priests, or any other kind of academics, so they did not have equal rights. Also, as in other Indo-European systems, the family was patriarchal. 2. the roads they had were more like paths, and did not span the entirety of Europe; the old roads that are still in use are nearly all of them Roman. Had the Celtic inhabitants of Gallia or Britannia built comparable roads, why would the Romans have invested in building a new system on top? 3. world-wide? Yeah, right. They traded with those who traded with others and so were able to trade with most of southern Eurasia and northern Africa, as well as few northern parts (Balticum, Rus), but that's (surprise) not the whole world. 4. most people use computers for those calculations you mention because its easier. It's not necessary. I can do those calculations - give me some time to study astronomy (I'm a math major, not physics) and some pencils and paper. 5. and - I nearly forgot - the kids didn't die. That was a polite fiction. The harsh truth is that most Roman slaves were Romans... <cite> So - not barbarians. Just a threat to the empire, a culture that wouldn't let the Pax Romana roll over it without a fight. (Except the French tribes, who did roll over, and were regarded by the Germanic Celts [...]) </cite> WTF Germanic Celts? What are you smoking, woman? Isn't it enough that you put every culture speaking a language from the Celtic family in one pot and act as if they were one people, now you have to mix in a different language-family as well? Shall we continue that trend? What about the Mongolian Celts, are they, too, proof that the Celts were badass warriors? I think at this point I just lost all leftover trust in your so-called knowledge. <cite> [...] as being as bad as the Romans. Suck on that, Asterix... </cite> Asterix was definitely a Celt, and unlike the British Celts, he was not a citizen of the Roman Empire.
<cite> Broad brush-stroke time; Celts were not a centralized society but more a network of townships and tribes, a loose alliance of clans who had their own internal spats, but when faced with some uppity outsider would come together to drive off the common threat. </cite> They might have tried, but they didn't. The first and only time a Celtic people really managed to drive off some uppity outsider would be 1922 following the Anglo-Irish Treaty of 1921*. The fact that France, Spain, Portugal speak Romance languages and the British (or Irish) Isles nearly uniformly speak English should be proof enough.
*Unless you count Asterix. <cite> You couldn't defeat them by cutting off the head. There was no head to cut off. </cite> You mean unlike Boudica and Vercingetorix. Oh wait. Tacitus, in his Annals, said that Boudica's last fight cost 80,000 Britons and 400 Romans their lives. He was probably exaggerating. But it definitely stopped much of the British resistance in its tracks. <cite> To the centralized, formal, rather bureaucratic Romans, for whom the city of Rome was the focus of the whole empire, this was a big does-not-compute. The Celts were everything they didn't understand. And we fear what we don't understand, and we kill what we fear. </cite> While that is totally true, it's also completely off the mark. The Romans demonized the druids, not every Celt, and they were afraid of what was basically an academic network. That had nothing to do with war. <cite> Anyway, Mandos....once I took a single concept - in this case, the idea of clans that operated on a loose alliance system, like the Celts - the rest grew organically. I didn't plan it out in detail from the start. </cite> That's really obvious. Maybe looking at some numbers and remembering that you weren't planning a small, local, rural, medieval community would have helped, too. I mean lets have a look at, say, Scotland (since you specifically mentioned the Picts): they still have less than 6 mio. people all together, and that's today. Mandalore is a sector. A sector of Outer Space with at least 2000 inhabited planets. How do you think that translates? It doesn't. <cite> I just asked myself what a culture of nomadic warriors would value, how they would need to operate to survive, and it all grew inexorably by logical steps. The fact that Mandos ended up as very much like the Celts is proof that the technique of evolving a character or species - find the niche, then work out what fits it - works every time. It creates something very realistic, because that's how real people and real societies develop. </cite> Celtic people were usually not nomadic! And, once again, non of them were predominantly warriors! It's really hard to be a nomadic farmer. I believe the biggest mistake you made, Ms Traviss, is mixing up the Iron Age (and earlier) tribes that did indeed sack Rome and parts of Greece, and that one day would become the people the Romans conquered. And apart from the Picts they really were conquered. <cite> So all I can say about Mandos and Spartans is that the average Mando would probably tell a Spartan to go and put some clothes on, and stop looking like such a big jessie. </cite>
I'd really like to see a Mando – or anyone – wearing full plate without modern or Star Wars technology in Greece. Happy heatstroke. There is a reason they didn't wear a lot (look up the Battle of Hattîn, where crusaders who didn't wear full helmets and wore chainmail* still suffered badly from heat exhaustion). [Nicolle, David (1993), Hattin 1187: Saladin's Greatest Victory] *chainmail apparently can work like a heatsink CONCLUSION You're wrong. And I felt offended by your FAQ answers. QUESTION You're English. You're from England. A group - a nation - that was historically so warlike and so successful that by now we all speak English. A nation that definitely kicked arse against any Celtic nation trying to go against them (until 1921, and they really tried anyway). A nation that had arguably the largest Empire in history. A nation that still is barbaric and warlike enough that a lost football game has people honestly fearing for their lives.
Also, a Germanic group, since you seem to have trouble keeping language-families and cultures apart. If we were to talk about the family, we could add on the current most aggressively attacking nation (USA) plus the former most aggressively attacking nations (the second and third German Reich), also the people who killed off the Roman Empire for good (the Goths and Visigoth), the original berserkers (the Vikings) and claim at the very least the start of BOTH WORLD WARS. Why did you look further?
Some other sources:
Histoire de la vie privée by Georges Duby and Philippe Ariès, the first book  (about the antiquity) I read it translated, my French is ... bad to non-existent
The Day of the Barbarians: The Battle That Led to the Fall of the Roman Empire  (about the Huns) by Alessandro Barbero
If you speak Dutch or German, you might try
Helmut Birkhan: Kelten. Versuch einer Gesamtdarstellung ihrer Kultur, Verlag der Österreichischen Akademie der Wissenschaften, Wien
Janssens, Ugo, De Oude Belgen. Geschiedenis, leefgewoontes, mythe en werkelijkheid van de Keltische stammen. Uitgeverij The House of Books
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I’m angry and I wrote this down in one session and thus probably made some mistakes. I’m sorry. Or maybe I’m not sorry. I’m still angry. She can’t know who reads her FAQ and at least two of her answers (on her professional website) were offensive to the reader.
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What did Nix do after the war?
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Sorry anon but I do not have my books with me so I could do more research but according to Wikipedia: 
“ Richard Winters served as the best man at the wedding. Nixon got his life back together and overcame his alcoholism during their marriage. They had no children. “ 
and 
After the war, Nixon worked at his family's Nixon Nitration Works in Edison (then Raritan Township), New Jersey, alongside his father, Stanhope, and longtime friend, Dick Winters. (Ambrose, Stephen E. (1992). Band of Brothers: Easy Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler's Eagle's Nest. Simon & Schuster. ISBN 978-0-7434-6411-6. page 306)
 Lewis Nixon died of complications from diabetes in Los Angeles, California, on January 11, 1995. Dick Winters gave the eulogy at Grace's request. (Winters, Major Dick; Kingseed, Cole C. (2006). Beyond Band of Brothers: The War Memoirs of Major Dick Winters. Berkley Hardcover. ISBN 978-0-425-20813-7. page 276)
In other books/memoirs/records
According to ancestry: 
Lewis Nixon married Grace Umezawa, who was of Japanese descent. She had, unfortunately and unfairly, been relocated to an internment camp during World War II. 
(Source Information Title U.S., Final Accountability Rosters of Evacuees at Relocation Centers, 1942-1946 Author: Ancestry.com Publisher: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc. Publisher Date: 2013. Publisher Location: Provo, UT, USA Repository I)
His parents divorced in 1945. 
Nix’s mother died on June 24, 1948. 
Source for above: (Date: 1948-06-24Source Information. California Death Index, 1940-1997. Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2000.State of California. California Death Index, 1940-1997. Sacramento, CA, USA: State of California Department of Health Services, Center for Health Statistics.)
His sister, Blanche, died on November 4, 1955.  She had committed suicide and was found by Nix’s wife at the time. (This is not to bring any shame to the family, but to raise awareness that just because this family was wealthy did not mean they were okay)
Source:  (Date: 1955-11-04, California Death Index, 1940-1997AuthorAncestry.comPublisherOnline publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2000.Original data - State of California. California Death Index, 1940-1997. Sacramento, CA, USA: State of California Department of Health Services, Center for Health Statistics)
His father would die in 1958. 
According to Grace’s obituary from 2016:
“ In 1956, Grace married Lewis Nixon. In marriage, Grace and Lewis had a wonderful, loving life. They happily travelled the world, listened to music, supported charitable causes, and raised pets—among them Anubis the cat, Nicholas the one-eyed dog, and Peter the rabbit—as well as feeding a neighborhood family of raccoons and the annually migrating Mr. and Mrs. Duck. Grace and Lewis often spent time with their nieces and nephews, teaching them cards and backgammon and playing for keeps over the children’s allowance money.” 
One can assume that Nixon had a son with someone, as it is stated in her obituary, it is stated: “Grace is survived by her brother George and sister Dorothy, her stepson Michael and grandsons Miguel and Will, fourteen nieces and nephews, numerous grand- and great grandnieces and grandnephews, and by her devoted cat, Binky.”
Key word: Stepson Michael. Grace had not married someone else, as far as records go, so this must be Nix’s kid. 
To go even farther and possibly enter creep level, in will and estate appellete court case, after Nix’s father died. It talks about the estate of  Stanhope Lewis, it mentions Nix and his only child “a son, Michael, aged 14 when decedent died.”
 Nix’s father died in 1958. So doing the math, Michael was born in 1944 although I do not know when. 
I have no idea legal terms but I’ll attach some legal stuff here, “... remaindermen of the decedent's estate, of a life interest in a portion of the estate bequeathed to decedent's son, Lewis Nixon, which was renounced by the latter. “
Dick Winters states that Nix had several failed marriages until 1956, when he married Grace and found as Winters called it, “true happiness” and “peace within himself”. (Richard Winters, Beyond Band of Brothers, 276) 
He died in January of 1995 and Winters was asked to give the eulogy at his funeral and he did so.  (Richard Winters, Beyond Band of Brothers, 276)
It is known he attended at least one reunion, since Malarkey tells a story in his memoir about Nix and Compton at one in Dallas (Malarkey, Easy Company Soldier, 247) 
So there you have it, Nix’s life after the war was extremely rough. He lost nearly all of his family within a few short years but did manage to find love and happiness with his wife Grace. 
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💬- Favorite Obscure TF fact!
Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand, has a page on TFwiki because the Dinobots crashed their ship there thousands of years ago and then went back to collect it in the modern day. Canon did not rly do anything with this, but I personally think it would make a HILARIOUS comedy-of-errors type fic because:
a) Residence times for glacial ice tends to be on the order of tens to hundreds of years and Franz Josef / Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere moves quite fast for a glacier;
b) the glacier is currently one of the biggest tourist destinations in New Zealand;
c) Franz Josef township is built on top of terminal moraine and river deposits built up over the last few thousand years, aka the most likely final resting place for any alien ship stuck in the glacier thousands of years ago;
d) THE TOWN IS LITERALLY BISECTED BY THE ALPINE FAULT. Which is the NZ equivalent of the San Andreas fault, going off in rather large earthquakes fairly regularly every... 300 years or so, for the last 8000 years at least.
So. Your ship is now buried under a few dozen feet of moraine and river sediments, under one of the most popular tourist destinations in the country AND one of the most well-monitored seismological sites. Retrieval, if you're trying to avoid human attention, is going to be Difficult.
Anyway, my kingdom for a TF story where the Dinobots are cryptids living in alpine New Zealand. We lost moose in Fiordland, we can lose some giant metal dinosaurs too!!
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"RUNNYMEDE BAD EXPOSURE FOR CHILDREN." PARENT SAYS," Toronto Star. April 9, 1943. Page 8. --- Family "Lost Control" of Daughter, Board of Reference Told --- "LAZY AT STUDY" --- "Mr. Clarke said that if my son wasn't allowed to enter third form it would break the boy's spirit. I didn't care if it did break his spirit -I wanted him to get an education." This was a statement by T. A. McGillivray of Baby Point Cres., testifying Thursday before the board of reference, which is hearing charges against Bruce. W. Clarke. dismissed principal of Runnymede collegiate.
Mr. McGillivray told the board that one of his sons had gone two years to Runnymede "and failed both years in succession." In conversation with Mr. Clarke, witness said the ex-principal had suggested to him that the boy enter third form and carry subjects, rather than repeat second form.
A resident of Ward Three for years, Mr. McGillivray said three of his children had gone to Runnymede. He had not signed the recent petition against the school's system. but he had taken an active interest in the controversy. he admitted. He had first become interested "in 1932, when there was a controversy between the students and Mr. Clarke."
"What has been your experience with the school?" R. H. Greer, counsel for the township school board. asked.
Mr. McGillivray: "Bad. A very bad exposure for children."
Changed School Witness told of one of his daughters who failed her examinations in first year, and whom he put in Havergal college. "She came from public school with a good record, and I think she had a good record at Havergal. Later she and another of my girls went to Bishop Strachan."
Mr. McGillivray told the hearing that the son, mentioned earlier, had been sent to Pickering college after leaving Runnymede and had tried a month in third form there, but was unable to do the work, and had returned to second year at that school. As the result of an accident the boy had remained out of school for a year, but had eventually gone back to Runnymede.
Witness said he didn't think his son had written any final examinations, but that prior to entering the armed service had been told he had enough subjects for university entrance.
A third daughter had gone to Havergal college for two years, but "because of the gasoline rationing" she was now attending Runnymede.
Mr. McGillivray: "Since she's been at Runnymede we've lost control of her. She doesn't do her studying and her standing in class is bad."
He had not had dealings with Clifford H. Howard, township trustee, who led the movement against Clarke, until late in January of this year.
Daughter Upset Mr. McGillivray: "My daughter came home upset, and Mr. Howard was mentioned. I telephoned Mr. Howard and told him he ought to tell the people what this was all about. Mr. Howard said. "I'll go any place, anytime. I know the presia dent of the Baby Point club and I arranged with him to have it there. It was public. I called anybody and there were from 100 to 125 at the meeting. I ought to say that I made it clear we didn't want any politics at the meeting and we were given use of the club because politics were not going to be discussed."
As the sitting adjourned for the day. J. C. McRuer, counsel for Mr. Clarke, rose.
"These parents who tell us about their unfortunate children come here without giving us an opportunity to look at the children's complete school reports and records," said Mr. McRuer.
Mr. Greer called Robert Lucas. controller for the Y.M.C.A., who listed donations received from Runnymede collegiate over a period of years, Mr. Lucas explained that he had received a letter from Mr. Howard, dated Feb. 22, 1943 (subsequent to Mr. Clarke's dismissal), asking for the records of the Y.M.C.A.'s financial campaigns 1937 to 1940 inclusive.
Judge Cochrane: "Did Mr. Howard get any information before that?"
Mr. Lucas: "Not from us."
Mr. McRuer: "Was there any thing unusual about the way in which the money came in?"
Mr. Lucas: "Nothing at all."
Mr. Greer: "Did you have many overdue accounts?"
Mr. Lucas: "It's not at all unusual."
Mr. Greer also called Gerald Shaughnessy, of the Keele and Dundas branch of the Canadian Bank of Commerce, and Thomas Harper, manager of the Keele and Rogers Bank.
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