@luusssso Top left, first location using this design was in Houston, TX. I shopped there several times. Almost everything on the showroom floor was a demo product. If you wanted something, you'd take order slip and they'd fetch it from the back and send it up by hand or on conveyor belt
@An3rchy@PaulinusOfTrier@AuthGirlPower There are three possible variations after MoF and two of them are "We proclaim your death O Lord..." See e.g. https://t.co/7nHtTqyJjz
@PaulinusOfTrier@An3rchy@AuthGirlPower I'm glad you posted this info. I didn't connect it back to the consecration. I assumed MoF was a preface because of both the pause after the priest raises the chalice and genuflects at the altar, and the singing of the MoF/"We proclaim..." as if it they are prompt/response.
A retelling of the Robin Hood legend set in modern day Appalachia, with a veteran forced into outlawry by a corrupt Sheriff, having to then escape to the George Washington National Forest and employ SERE skills to evade detection. He saves a number of people in the towns from the Sheriff's schemes, and gradually becomes a folk hero and accumulates a band of merry men until they finally take down the sheriff and the whole regional government structure that has aided and abetted him. Strictly light-hearted and fictional, of course.
Follow ye, follow ye, wha wadna follow ye? Lang have you lov'd us an' trusted us fairly! Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee? King o' the Highland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie!
#OTD in 1944, a fifty-six-year-old brigadier general waded ashore at Utah Beach, walking with a cane.
He was the oldest man in the D-Day invasion, and the only general to land with the first wave at Utah Beach. He was Theodore Roosevelt Jr. — eldest son of the twenty-sixth president, a soldier who had been wounded and gassed in the trenches of the First World War a quarter-century earlier, and who had asked three times for permission to lead the assault before the Army said yes.
The currents at Utah Beach pushed the first landing craft about a mile off course. The men who came ashore looked up to find an unfamiliar shoreline and no clear plan. Roosevelt walked the beach, took his bearings against the landscape, and made a decision: they would attack from where they were. "We'll start the war from right here," he said.
Thirty-six days later, on July 12, 1944, Roosevelt died in his sleep of a heart attack in Normandy. He never made it home. His Medal of Honor was awarded posthumously — for the morning he steadied a beach full of men under fire, on terrain that was not the terrain he had been promised, and decided the war would go forward anyway.
He was the son of a man who once charged up Kettle Hill at the head of the Rough Riders. He died serving the country his father had served, in a war his father did not live to see.
#OTD #OnThisDay #DDay #TheodoreRooseveltJr #UtahBeach #MedalOfHonor #DareGreatly
Moonlight Barque by the early 20th century English artist Charles Pears
It reminds me of John Masefield’s poem Sea-fever.
#sea#tallships#maritimehistory
A bunch of little old Catholic ladies got talked into investing in a wildcat well out in the middle of nowhere. They got worried about the investment, and consulted their priest, who suggested invoking St. Rita, patron saint of impossible causes.
The deal was that the oilman had to take a rose blessed by the priest and sprinkle the petals from the top of the derrick.
That well became the discovery that opened up the largest oil field in the United States.
The wells name was St. Rita.
O atacante norueguês Erling Haaland adquiriu a edição impressa de 1594 da Heimskringla, de Snorri Sturluson — a crônica mais importante da história dos reis vikings e da cristianização da Noruega por Santo Olavo II.
O exemplar, considerado o livro mais caro já vendido no país (cerca de US$ 134 mil), foi doado integralmente à biblioteca pública de Bryne, cidade natal do jogador, para exposição permanente ao público. Um gesto que une preservação do patrimônio histórico e reforço da memória cristã da Noruega.
I received an order today in a really nice box, and I announced to an empty room that this is a nice box, I think I'll keep it. May your Thursday be as bountiful as mine.