I am a monk and live in a monastery, so no wife story for me, but I will tell on my mom and dad. They both worked at the same place, and she pushed him into a closet and kissed him. And that was almost 80 years ago. Both have passed now and are burried in a Veterans cemetary just outside the gates of Camp Lejuene.
IS THIS the top of the page ??? Better catch you guys something to eat!
The Route of the Broadway Lion The Largest Subway Layout in North Dakota.
Here there be cats. LIONS with CAMERAS
BroadwayLionBetter catch you guys something to eat!
That tasted like zebra, but it could have been gazelle? 'Burp'
NYC_Sleep-1946 by Edmund, on Flickr
Cheers, Ed
Ed. Thanks for adding the sleeper carriage. Time I went to bed. an early rise in the morning.
David
To the world you are someone. To someone you are the world
I cannot afford the luxury of a negative thought
gmpullman BroadwayLion Better catch you guys something to eat! That tasted like zebra, but it could have been gazelle? 'Burp Cheers, Ed
BroadwayLion Better catch you guys something to eat!
That tasted like zebra, but it could have been gazelle? 'Burp
That's a good one Ed...
Lion don't waste his time chasing around gazelle anymore to feed us.
I'm thinking, He's been sizing up Godzilla, cuz he knows how big our appetites can be
Tiss The Season. Lately I'm sure, He's been being quite a bit hospitable in his field
A kiss in the closet eh? Miss my Mom and Dad too Elias. Talking to them at bed time every night, just isn't quite the same.
John
Yay. The tree is up and the cats are fed. Time to pause a while at the diner. My parents were buried at a Veterans Cemetery on Long Island.
Here's a thought. Could our theme for next month or another after that be diners? I love my City Classics Diner, and I'd love to see what other modelers have made of Diner kits or scratchbuilds, in addition to prototype photos.
It takes an iron man to play with a toy iron horse.
Track fiddler Miss my Mom and Dad too Elias. Talking to them at bed time every night, just isn't quite the same. John
Miss my Mom and Dad too Elias. Talking to them at bed time every night, just isn't quite the same.
Maybe not the same, John, but they listen nontheless. Don't forget to tell them the good things, the funny things that has happened as well.
Good morning!
LE&W (NKP) depot, Kempton IN
Bill Tidler Jr.
Near a cornfield in Indiana...
Good morning
NorthBrit Track fiddler Miss my Mom and Dad too Elias. Talking to them at bed time every night, just isn't quite the same. John Maybe not the same, John, but they listen nontheless. Don't forget to tell them the good things, the funny things that has happened as well. David
A great story TF. I love how life weaves in and around and makes the story. People planning to do A and B and finish up doing C.
Thanks for telling.
Good morning, diners. It's cold and windy with some snow flurries.
It seems that after a busy week, I have a day with nothing scheduled. Of course, that will change once my wife gets up -- I will find out that I have a bunch of things to do.
More layout work today -- I'm making good progress on the bridge. It's been a several months project. It actually was about three hours work, but took so long because I don't know what I'm doing, so I sit and think about it for hours.
Have a great Saturday, everyone.
York1 John
I asked my doctor if I gave up delicious food and all alcohol, would I live longer? He said, "No, but it will seem longer."
I was at the cemetery putting some flowers on my mums grave.
THE DASH OF LIFEA walk around any cemetery you find the same. Gravestones; some old, some not so. All have the same on them. The name, date of birth and date of death. Between those dates is the Dash of Life. The Dash of Life, the most important part of the person buried, yet very little, if anything, is known. What did the person do in life? The ups and down of life; tears of sadness, the tears of joy. Knowing of other births, other deaths. The daily life, birthdays, Christmases, a myriad of emotions. The Dash of Life now forgotten, just a date of birth and a date of death.See. Here is one. Born 1924, died 1947, a young woman just 23 years of age. See also a baby is there also. A baby girl born and died not the same day, but three days before her mother passed to the other side. Did the mother die because of complications of the birth of the girl. Nobody knows except a few. The Dash of Life doesn't tell us.Those that know know the woman was born in the U.S.A.; Pennsylvania so it has been said. American born father Scottish born mother, two older sisters and a younger brother her immediate family. Nothing is known of her childhood. Those that knew never told. Those that didn't never asked.Whatever, her father died and her mother and children. left the U.S.A., their destination England. They settled in the county of Northumberland. Her two sisters and brother married locally. Their own stories are their own Dash of Life.The Dash of Life of the young lady was coming to the end, though of course she did not know it. The Second World War began. Once again the Dash of Life is but a dash. Little is known of what she did in the war, but as the saying goes 'She did her bit'. Sometime near the end of the war she met the love of her life. They married after the war ended. Just a local ceremony in a Registry Office. A child is expected; no it is twins.It is said, a difficult birth. Difficult is an understatement. A girl is born then a boy. What was joy to the lady began to turn to despair. The girl died within two hours, the boy suffered a stroke and has a hole in the heart. He was not expected to live long. Twenty four hours passed, then forty eight the boy still lives. Then everything changes.The story goes, the lady began choking. What caused it is unknown, but other patients began calling for a nurse to attend. The nurses were having a tea break and ignored the pleas for help. Eventually a nurse did attend after her tea break, but it was too late.THE DASH OF LIFE of a twenty three year old. 1924 - 1947.
Evening
Yep, the grave stones certainly don't tell any kind of a life story, do they?...That is a bit sad. But the friends and family that loved and knew them, know the story well
TF
"One difference between pessimists and optimists is that while pessimists are more often right, optimists have far more fun."
Ah ! Yes! Bear is romantic.
Such a lovely story, Bear. Thanks for posting.
NorthBritTHE DASH OF LIFE of a twenty three year old. 1924 - 1947.
Maybe they should start putting URLs on the tombstone.
Mom and dad are burried in a veteran's Cemetary: Name, Rank, Branch of Service, amd maybe the war they served in if any. Moms name and dates on the stone as well. The North Carolina State Veteran's Cemetary does not accept cadavers any more, only ashes. The stones are all very uniform. Maybe the cemetary should offer URLs. Faminly could add such deyails as they like.
Watchout for the Moose on the highway.
Track fiddler Evening Yep, the grave stones certainly don't tell any kind of a life story, do they?...That is a bit sad. But the friends and family that loved and knew them, know the story well TF
The grave of author Henry David Thoreau is surprisingly bereft of details of the man's life. It is a simple rough-hewn stone in his family's plot, saying simply "Henry." As I recall, it's less than a foot tall, and it reminds one of the grave of an infant who passed during childbirth. Henry was 44 years old when tuberculosis got him.
Good Morning,
Expecting another mild day here with 25F. We only got 4" of snow from the storm but roads are icy so I will stay in until tomorrow.
Headstones sure don't tell much of the people. My paternal grandparents passed in 1947 and 1961. My sister and I are the only people who know anything about them and when we pass they will just be names and dates.
Bear, a very nice story.
Made a list of all the HO locos I have owned. I have sold 14 and have 10 left. Of those 3 are brass and I only run the Pacific regularly. The 2 Hudsons mostly are display units. I run them occasionally but my 22" radius is a stretch for them.
No plans for today.
CN Charlie
Mild? When I went out for some groceries this morning it was 68F. It's cooled down some with the rain we're getting, but it's still warm for December in Delaware.
Last year, we had no collecting snow at all, which was also unusual. Our community does the roads, but two years ago we paid to have guys with equipment just to do the driveway.
Howdy diners. Janie, a cherry coke please.
Such beautiful stories in the diner lately.
My wife and daughters were going to watch a Christmas movie last night. I was looking forward to it and was going to join until their choice of movie came to light. Home Alone. The movie itself is fine, but I just wasn't in the mood for it. Wanted something more classic, like White Christmas. Oh well, there will be other movie nights.
Got some more work done on the Accurail reefer kits I've been working on. Maybe I'll actually have them done by next weekend for next weekend's photo fun?
No snow at all here. Bums me out. Just isn't Christmas to me without it.
Have a nice Sunday gentlemen!
Mike
Late evening
Haven't had time to watch the Christmas Vacation classic with Chevy Chase yet Mike. That's a good one
She's been making things to difficult from the start, and I'm kinda regretting taking this one on.
The Cavell cabinets would have came in after Thanksgiving and Cavell would have placed them in the space.
Somehow things couldn't have waited that long so she went with the Klearview cabinets from Menards. Those came around just as late anyway.
What a nightmare, they showed up with about a hundred boxes stacked. It took about 3 hours to organize them and group things together.
The cabinet doors are a beautiful bright white, but the actual cabinets themselves came in shells, and have to have their inners assembled and are a different color called linen. They want you to buy their stick on strips that peel off. After seeing the display at the store they certainly peel off.
The towers as I'll call them, or the pantries as they are, came in multiple pieces and had to be completely assembled, along with the other hundred boxes for the rest of this poor design. They weigh about 250 pounds after they're together. The hinges are another story, as you can't have pull outs without spacers between the cabinets. What are you going to do with that, when you have no space in-between the walls as a sandwich fit is on this job. I'm going to have to stop by Rockler and get some real hinges.
I'll show you pictures when the crowns are on, and some sense is made of these things. The more I'm dealing with these oddball cabinets, the more traditional cabinets with normal face frames are.
Have a good evening and a wonderful start to your Monday morning gentleman7
POST HOG!!!
Later evening
Ya ever buy those fake logs? My life is Simplified with those.
Judy buys those things by the 6 pack Just light the paper and go. 1 1/2 hour logs, or a 3 hour log. They're done when they say they're going to be done, and no need to hang around and watch the fire, they don't pop.
Perfect! No kindling for me to kick the tires and light the fires, cuz I'm a bit tired.in the evening, and just want to relax before Hitting the Rack
The log's dim and that must be about 3 hours.
Nighty Night Kids.
Good morning! EB at Tipton IN
See you on the slopes!
BnM_Snow-Train by Edmund, on Flickr
Flying-Yankee at Warren, NH by Edmund, on Flickr
Flying Yankee by Edmund, on Flickr
Good morning Diners. A large coffee please, Zoe.
Log fires? Oh I love a log fire. Our old house was the one to burn logs.
Starting the day collecting the logs from the store in the old stable whilst Dawn started the fire going. Once alight I had the joyful job of putting logs on the fire through the day.
Days around Christmas were best. The decorations were up. Christmas trees in each room; real trees off course. Lights and more lights. Over the top some would say, but Dawn loves loads of decorations. Music is playing on the radio; Christmas music naturally.
It is evening, snow is falling, logs burn, the Christmas lights are twinkling. Our son has roasted some chestnuts, our daughter has made some broth. Settle down and tales being told. Stories handed down, of 1947, and of recent times. Dawn would open a bottle of sherry or port. A few snacks on a plate. All the time logs were added to the fire.
Sounds good to me
Town and Country snow
Good morning, diners. Bacon, eggs, and black coffee, please.
It was a cold walk this morning. No snow, and none predicted for the next weeks. That doesn't upset me, but the grandkids all coming for Christmas like to have snow. Some of them don't see any snow unless they come here.
TF, my wife loves those fire logs. She has a supply to burn when I'm not around to build a regular fire. My daughters and families all have gas fireplaces, so they love to come here to watch and smell a real fireplace.
We have really cut back on Christmas decorations. We used to do a lot, but now have just a tree and some things on the fireplace mantel. Outside, my wife bought one of those projectors that shows a manger scene onto the wall. I sometimes miss all the stuff, but when it's time to take it down, I'm glad we don't do more.
Have a great day, everyone.
How about this one -- my state made the cut for the UP calendar!
Howdy diners. Chloe, a pile of chocolate chip cookies and a big glass of milk please.
I love a wood burning fireplace. My grandparent's house had one that was in near continual use during the winter months. I absolutely loved laying on the floor in front of the fireplace, usually playing with dominoes on the hearth. I was so sad the day I learned they installed a wood stove insert into the fireplace. Looking back, I get why they did it, but I still never really got over it.
My mom and stepdad had a house for quite a while with a fireplace. While they burned logs in it for the first several years they were there, after they had a chimney fire they converted it to gas. Still nice, but not on the same level as wood.
Water Level Route Howdy diners. Janie, a cherry coke please. Such beautiful stories in the diner lately. My wife and daughters were going to watch a Christmas movie last night. I was looking forward to it and was going to join until their choice of movie came to light. Home Alone. The movie itself is fine, but I just wasn't in the mood for it. Wanted something more classic, like White Christmas. Oh well, there will be other movie nights. Got some more work done on the Accurail reefer kits I've been working on. Maybe I'll actually have them done by next weekend for next weekend's photo fun? No snow at all here. Bums me out. Just isn't Christmas to me without it. Have a nice Sunday gentlemen!
For me, the ɓest Chrismas movie is still Miracle on 34th Street. I has all the holiday charm and magic anyone could want. It's a Wonderful Life takes place at Chrismas, but it's not really about Chrismas, although it's still a fine movie in its own right.
MisterBeasley For me, the ɓest Chrismas movie is still Miracle on 34th Street. I has all the holiday charm and magic anyone could want. It's a Wonderful Life takes place at Chrismas, but it's not really about Chrismas, although it's still a fine movie in its own right.