Subdeacon Joe

The comment was made just a few days ago. I try not to apply today's standards to the past. If we apply today's standards we have No eye protection No hearing protection No shirt No gloves No long pants No dust mask or ventilation system to keep him from inhaling dust or fumes No safety guards No emergency cut off switch.

That almost killed my wife! I thought she was going to have a coronary she was laughing so much.

If you look at the industrial arts films of that era you will be hard pressed to find eye protection other than for welding, torch cutting, and grinding.

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Let me guess.... Half the time Custer will backtrack about 10 feet to go back and sniff something. April would do that on walks, just suddenly turn around and go back to sniff something. "Hmm....that just might have been interesting...bettergo backandcheck. "

As found on FB. True? I don't know. Nor do I care. Even if the events are fictional, the message is true. One day, a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the Nicest Thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday, she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. The teacher never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one, those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded, “yes.” Then he said, “Mark talked about you a lot.” After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.” Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded, and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.” All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.” Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary” Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and, without batting an eyelash, she continued, “I think we all saved our lists.” That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The Density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be. So please, tell the People you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again, passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. If you’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you, and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you’re ‘Too Busy’ to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, You Reap What You Sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

I found this on FB. A very good little article about dog ownership Everyone who is thinking of getting dogs should read this because you need to understand this reality: ***I am a 21st century dog.*** -I'm a Malinois. Overskilled among dogs, I excel in all disciplines and I'm always ready to work: I NEED to work. But nowadays I get asked to chill on the couch all day everyday. -I am an Akita Inu. My ancestors were selected for fighting bears. Today I get asked to be tolerant and I get scolded for my reactivity when another approaches me. -I am a Beagle. When I chase my prey, I raise my voice so the hunters could follow. Today they put an electric collar on me to shut up, and you make me come back to you - no running - with a snap of your fingers. -I am a Yorkshire Terrier. I was a terrifying rat hunter in English mines. Today they think I can't use my legs and they always hold me in their arms. -I'm a Labrador Retriever. My vision of happiness is a dive into a pond to bring back the duck he shot to my master. Today you forget I'm a walking, running, swimming dog; as a result I'm fat, made to stay indoors, and to babysit. -I am a Jack Russell. I can take on a fox, a mean badger, and a rat bigger than me in his den. Today I get scolded for my character and high energy, and forced to turn into a quiet living room dog. -I am a Siberian Husky. Experienced the great, wide open spaces of Northern Europe, where I could drag sleds for long distances at impressive speeds. Today I only have the walls of the house or small garden as a horizon, and the holes I dig in the ground just to release energy and frustration, trying to stay sane. -I am a border collie I was made to work hours a day in partnershipwith my master, and I am an unmistakable artist of working with the herd. Today they are mad at me because, for lack of sheep, I try to check bikes, cars, children in the house and everything in motion. I am ... I am a 21st century dog. I'm pretty, I'm alert, I'm obedient, I stay in a bag...but I'm also an individual who, from centuries of training, needs to express my instincts, and I am *not* suited for the sedentary life you'd want me to lead. Spending eight hours a day alone in the house or in the garden - with no work and no one to play or run with, seeing you for a short time in the evening when you get home, and only getting a small toilet walk will make me deeply unhappy. I'll express it by barking all day, turning your yard into a minefield, doing my needs indoors, being unmanageable the rare times I'll find myself outside, and sometimes spending my days sunk, sad, lonely, and depressed, on my pillow. You may think that I should be happy to be able to enjoy all this comfort while you go to work, but actually I’ll be exhausted and frustrated, because this is absolutely NOT what I'm meant to do, or what I need to be doing. If you love me, if you've always dreamed of me, if my beautiful blue eyes or my athletic look make you want me, but you can't give me a real dog's life, a life that's really worth living according to my breed, and if you can't offer me the job that my genes are asking, DO NOT buy or adopt me! If you like the way I look but aren't willing to accept my temperament, gifts, and traits derived from long genetic selection, and you think you can change them with only your good will, then DO NOT BUY OR ADOPT ME. I’m a dog from the 21st century, yes, but deep inside me, the one who fought, the one who hunted, the one who pulled sleds, the one who guided and protected a herd still lives within. So think **very** carefully before you choose your dog. And think about getting two, rather than one, so I won't be so very lonely waiting for you all day. Eight or ten hours is just a workday to you, but it's an eternity for me to be alone.

But it does. A rather impressive chunk of metal. From a FB page "Titanic's anchors held the distinction of being the largest hand-forged anchor in the world at the time, and for a significant period thereafter. Measuring an impressive 18 feet 6 inches in length, the anchor boasted a forged steel head spanning 10 feet 9 inches in width, with a staggering weight of 15 tons and 16 hundredweights. Harland & Wolff placed the order for both the side and center anchors in late 1910 with Noah Hingley & Sons Ltd, a historic forging company located in Netherton, near Dudley, United Kingdom. However, not all components of the anchors were produced by Hingley’s. The head of the anchor was cast by John Rogerson and Co. in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, as per Hingley's request, and crafted to the 1910 Hall’s Patent. Meanwhile, the steel drop-forged anchor shank was entrusted to the nearby West Midlands company, Walter Somers Ltd, based in Halesowen, just a short distance from Hingley's works. Somers secured the job from Hingley's due to their advanced techniques in producing large-scale ingots and possessing more powerful steam-powered drop forge hammers compared to those available at Hingley's at the time. Nonetheless, Noah Hingley & Sons Ltd proceeded to manufacture the anchor shackle and pin, anchor head locking pins and retaining blocks, anchor attachment links, anchor chains (for the side anchors), mooring swivel chains, and anchor chains deck stoppers for the Titanic. The casting of the anchor head took place in a bed of fine grey casting sand, a process typical of the late Victorian and early Edwardian eras but conducted on a grander scale. Once cooled, the entire cast head was lifted from the mold and cleaned. The ‘Black Country,’ renowned for its ironworking foundries and forges, earned its name from the smoke emitted by its numerous industrial facilities and the notable coal seam reaching the surface. After rough assembly at the Hingley works, Titanic’s anchor parts underwent rigorous testing at the Lloyds Proving House, following standards set by Lloyds Register of Shipping. Tests included the 'drop test,' where the assembled anchor was raised to a height of 12 to 15 feet and then dropped onto a solid concrete and steel-topped base to determine its drop load at sea. The ‘hammer test’ involved elevating the anchor and striking its head and shank. A ringing sound indicated the absence of imperfections, while failure necessitated the shank's return to the drop forge shops. Upon approval from the proving house, the anchor shank and head were stamped with proving house registration, date, superintendent's initials, weight, drop test results, and materials used. #Titanic #RMSTitanic:

It's odd...I really didn't like it as a kid, but now I don't mind it. Plus it's very useful in cooking.

And sometimes flour, cornmeal, and lard.

It's a heavily rust encrusted .32 kit gun he had turned up with a plough. The truck is the body of a 1940 Powerwagon that was in a ranchers field on top of a Datsun pickup frame and engine.

https://www.flugrevue.de/klassiker/nachbau-mit-turbine-die-silhouette-der-me-163-kehrt-an-den-himmel-zurueck/ " Like the original, the replica measures 5.99 meters from nose to tail and the wingspan is 9.3 meters. However, the weight of the real "Krafteis", which was 4.3 tons, was far less than Sippel's Me 163B. The replica should weigh a delicate 240 kilograms. The speed also seems quite comfortable at around 140 km/h. A JetCat turbine type P1000-Pro with a kilonewton of thrust provides propulsion. It is powered by kerosene (Jet A-1), diesel or petroleum. The start is either in F-tow or self-start.

Taken from a motorcycle. I used to work with the guy in the RatRod. See if you can see his hood ornament. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02E6YpYQn2MhK6AvMnq7ohgbaHadGn1bnkQPjhagMSWqEUn5hJiEHqBmF2f3q8bSzzl&id=100000665976014&mibextid=Nif5oz

Would have been great to make those coffin shape, what with the name on the lid.

Elsie Knocker, the Baroness de T'Serclaes, and Mairi Chisholm ("The Madonnas of Pervyse") outside their sandbagged third "Posts" in Pervyse, 30th July 1917. Elizabeth ('Elsie') and Mairi set up their own First Aid Post close to the Belgian front line at Pervyse in November 1914. Elsie, a trained nurse, believed that lives could be saved if wounded soldiers were treated close to the front line. The two women put their own safety at risk to save lives - they often worked under fire and left Pervyse only after being badly gassed in 1918. Both were awarded the Belgian Order of Leopold in 1915 and the British Military Medal in 1917 for their bravery. Read more about Elsie and Mairi on Lives of the First World War. #womeninwar #womeninhistory #WomensHistoryMonth #fypviralシ #fyp #vintagephotos

My answer to Alpo in one thread got me curious. https://www.history.navy.mil/content/history/museums/seabee/explore/online-reading-room/Publications/quonset-hut-manuals0.html

Quonset Huts, Mess Tents, Headquarters Tents, SeaBees Midnight Stores.

One of the comments was, ",Fo we just overlook all the safety violations?" Just love the ingenuity of service personnel no matter where they’re stationed. As drill presses are unheard of in the South Pacific, S/Sgt, Metro Wartella of Pottsville, Pennsylvania, a mechanic with the "Sun-Setters" Lockheed P-38 Lightning fighter squadron of the 13th AAF built his own for squadron machine work. Taking a standard 1/4-inch electric hand-drill, Sgt. Wartella set it in a vertical position at right angle to the special cut armour plate base, holding it rigid with salvaged P-38 torque arms attached to vertical braces of 5/8 inch cold roll steel stock welded to the base. For a pressure lever he adapted an old screwdriver handle, using a screen door spring as a counterpull to the lever. US Archives pic. #usnavy #usmc #usarmy #usaf #usveterans #wwii #pacificwar #museum #EspirituSanto #vanuatu #southpacificwwiimuseum

It was big for a couple of years; https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/living-photographs-photographs-created-assembling-soldiers-1918/ At least one of them was: "On a stifling July day in 1918, 18,000 officers and soldiers posed as Lady Liberty on the parade [drill] grounds at Camp Dodge. [This area was west of Baker St. and is currently the area around building S34 and to the west.] According to a July 3, 1986, story in the Fort Dodge Messenger, many men fainted — they were dressed in woolen uniforms — as the temperature neared 105°F. The photo, taken from the top of a specially constructed tower by a Chicago photography studio, Mole & Thomas, was intended to help promote the sale of war bonds but was never used."

The Laughing Academy.

Ya think? "Photos from London today as the former "London Eye" is dismantled, ready for the long journey to the banks of Loch Lomond. Originally planned as a tourist attaction for Loch Lomond, it was leased to the City of London for 25 years, now expiring. EDIT - just had a travel update in. The Loch Lomond Aye as it will be known will be moved through Scotland over the Easter weekend. The 2 mile long convoy of sections will be moving at 10mph. Police have advised to expect some delays."

Found on FB On the TV mini series "Masters of The Air" at the end of Episode #6, and in Episode #7 you see [Maj. Gale 'Buck' Cleven](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2640044/characters/nm2581521?ref_=tt_cl_c_3) (Austin Butler) build and use a "Fox Hole radio". The attention to detail on this series is astonishing. There are many versions of the of this receiver. On this series they build exactly the one that would have been used in a POW camp. The detector part is a safety pin and a razor blade. You see a lot of the rigs with a graphite pencil lead as part of the detector. In a POW camp pencils were in short supply. They correctly show the safety pin version were a minor PIA to set up for the first time. USAFR, and the BBC broadcast specifically to these radio since they are powered by the RF energy of the transmitter they were very powerful. The modern day secret for building one is you have to use a Gillette Blue blades, not the Super Blue Blades, or the Blue Blades II, they cannot be stainless steel, Original carbon steel Blue Blades have a coating, Rust is helpful for setting up the detector. The original is available on eBay. The Crystal earphone is available for cheap on Amazon. Here is he schematic for one.

Prefer 4 or 3, but any are fine