Subdeacon Joe

O Lord our God, the Physician of our souls and bodies, look down upon Thy servant Tom and cure him of all infirmities of the flesh, in the Name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, with Whom Thou art blessed, together with Thy Most Holy, Gracious, and Life-giving Spirit, always, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Anathema!

Until you get to the olives.... One of the comments:

I just learned of this movie. The Surrender scene was posted on a FB page, so I had to look it up. Apparently it is reasonably accurate. English: Japanese Imperial Army Captain Sakee Oba surrenders his Samurai sword to Lieutenant Colonel Howard G. Kurgis, USMC, at Saipan, Mariana Islands on Saturday morning, December 1, 1945. Oba and 46 other Japanese soldiers and sailors finally gave up after hiding out in the jungles and coral caves of Saipan for almost 17 months. They were the last of the once-mighty force of 30,000 Japanese military personnel either killed or captured since U.S. forces invaded Saipan on June 15, 1944. Captain Ōba and his men held out on the island for 512 days, or about 16 months.[18] On 27 November 1945, former Major General Umahachi Amō, commander of the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade during the Battle of Saipan,[7] was able to draw out some of the Japanese in hiding by singing the anthem of the Japanese infantry branch.[19] Amō was then able to present documents from the defunct Imperial General Headquarters to Captain Ōba ordering him and his 46 remaining men to surrender themselves to the Americans. On 1 December 1945, three months after the official surrender of Japan, the Japanese soldiers gathered once more on Mt. Tapochau and sang a song of departure to the spirits of the war dead.[19] Ōba then led his people out of the jungle and they presented themselves to the Marines of the 18th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Company.[18] With great formality and commensurate dignity, Captain Ōba surrendered his sword to Lieutenant Colonel Howard G. Kirgis, and his men surrendered their arms and colors.[18][20] They were the last organized resistance of Japanese forces on Saipan. After the Japanese government confirmed that Ōba was alive on Saipan, his "posthumous" promotion was rescinded. Following his release from Allied custody, he was repatriated. Once back in Japan, Ōba was reunited with his wife and met his son for the first time; the child had been born in 1937, just after his father had left for China.[4] Ōba was hired by the Maruei Department Store Company in 1952, where he was employed as a representative and spokesman for the board of directors until 1992. From 1967 until 1979, Ōba served on the city council in the town of Gamagori, in Aichi Prefecture.[21] Don Jones, a former U.S. Marine stationed on Saipan and once part of a group ambushed by Ōba's men, was intrigued by the story of the Japanese holdouts and sought out Ōba after the war.[3] With Ōba's cooperation, Jones wrote a book about his experiences on Saipan (detailed below).[20] Jones became a lifelong friend of the Ōba family, and went so far as to locate the retired LTC Kirgis, to whom Ōba surrendered in 1945, and asked if he could return the sword that Ōba had handed over when he surrendered. Kirgis agreed, and Jones took the sword to Japan where he presented it to his grateful friend. The heirloom sword remains in the possession of the Ōba family. Ōba Sakae died on 8 June 1992, at the age of 78.[5] His remains were interred in the Ōba family grave at Kou'un Temple in Gamagori. It looks interesting.

Does it identify as a muzzle loader?

Found on FB "EFFING NASA titancure: overlyobsessedfanqueen: I'm pissing myself. You know how all of Jupiter's moons are named after his lovers and affairs? Yeah. NASA is sending a craft to check up on Jupiter. You know what the craft is called? JUNO. Who's Juno? JUPITER'S WIFE. NASA IS SENDING JUPITER'S WIFE TO CHECK ON JUPITER AND HIS AFFAIRS AND LOVERS. EFFINF NASA @nasa y'all are a bunch of nerds"

https://www.instagram.com/p/C4E7c4vJ733/?igsh=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

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.

Piasecki VZ-8 Airgeep

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