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Our old apartment! It was nice knowing you.
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july 8, 2009 – A pre-post-script: we listed it on craigslist back in january and had about 6 serious viewings by people. although we weren’t vetting people per se, because we were showing it for our very nice landlord there was an element of trying to find someone good for the building. an initial couple who we liked a lot and wanted to have the apartment turned out to not have enough proof of income which was sad. the couple who took it finally seemed pretty nice and loved the how huge the kitchen was. one of them was a chef. i guess we should check back and see how it’s going. we just heard that a friend of a friend took the apartment next to this one that was also available. nice. the roomba (in the bottom-ish right corner) still kinda works. i need to take it apart completely and clean it out and i’m sure it’ll be fine. if you were ever curious – yes, they are awesome. you need one.
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We hate to give it up, but we’re moving, and our great one bedroom apartment in Windsor Terrace (Brooklyn, NY) is for rent! This is a very large one bedroom, almost 1000 sq feet. There’s a large eat-in kitchen, and a huge living room/dining room. The bedroom is 16 x 10, and is far down the hall from the other rooms (that’s been great for having guests). The broker we used 2 years ago mentioned that the living room/dining room are so big, one of them could be used as the bedroom, and the actual bedroom could be used as a nursery/office/second bedroom. The closet space is amazing. There’s a large bedroom closet, with a ton of deep storage space ABOVE the closet. Bathroom also has built-in storage space (as well as a large cabinet). There’s a closet in the hallway that also has extra storage space above it. The kitchen, measuring 19 x 8, has a huge pantry for storage (we keep our bikes and air conditioners in there, as well as food and tons of other things), and many cabinets. The apartment was completely redone before we moved in two years ago–repainted, wood floors redone, all new appliances, and is in great shape. It’s a really beautiful apartment too, with carved Victorian woodwork separating the living and dining rooms, beautiful old fireplace and wooden mantle (fireplace isn’t operational), and 10 ft high ceilings. The building is clean, nice neighbors, and the ONLY good landlord we’ve ever had! Besides this being a great apartment, we’ve loved this location as well. We are right next to the Fort Hamilton subway station on the F line which has been really handy, and the best part–only 3 short blocks from Prospect Park! The neighborhood is quiet and extremely safe, and is just 1 or 2 stops from different locations in Park Slope. And if you’ve ever been to Park Slope, you know there are many reasons to visit, but few to actually live there. Our landlord isn’t raising the rent–it will continue to be 75 a month. No broker or other fees of any kind for this apartment, just a security deposit. Stop by our open house this Sunday, January 4th, between 12-3 to check out this great apartment. Write me for address!
Brave war hero rings in his 100th birthday
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A MAN who was missing, presumed dead in WW2, proved them wrong when he celebrated his 100th birthday this week.
Francis Brooks, of The Street, Washington started his career aged 14 as a kitchen gardener at Knepp Castle before moving to London and joining the army.
He survived nearly five years in a prisoner of war camp in Poland and returned to England to track down his family – who didn’t know he was still alive.
And true to his adventurous form, the small matter of turning 100 isn’t going to stop the oldest bellringer in Sussex from ringing the bells at Sunday service.
He had no qualms about sharing his secret to such a long life, Frankie puts it down to one thing: "Discipline," he said, "Always discipline. I was brought up with very strict discipline from my step-father, and of course the army years."
It’s a secret that he said helped him survive in the tough conditions in the POW camp in Poland.
He added: "I don’t think I could have got through those years without discipline, I’ve always done things for myself, brought up the family, and ringing the bels – you need it to ring the bells.
"I rang the bells for Sunday service, and at the last one I was 99-years-old, tomorrow I shall have a go at 100.
"I’m sure I can say I’m the oldest bellringer in Sussex, if not further afield."
And Frankie was delighted to receive his card from the Queen – and waited in his sunny front garden for the postman’s arrival.
Speaking after he’d opened the treasured well-wishing, he said: "I feel great, marvellous, it’s such a wonderful feeling to be recognised by somebody, that’s made my day.
"And the party that the family laid on yesterday, cor, that was something, they must have worked hard to get a party like that, that was some party that was."
The party was organised by daughters Joan Burgess, 69, of Rustington and Sue Hare-Winton, 63, of East Preston – and saw family from all over the country come back to Washington to wish Frankie a happy birthday.
Among the special guests was Major (retired) Ron Cassidy of the Rifles – Frankie’s old regiment – who paid him the honour of a birthday visit.
Frankie was born in Surbiton in 1910, but moved to Scotland and then to West Sussex after his father was killed in WW1.
After starting off at Knepp, he moved to working on farms and then up to London after his uncle suggested he get a job at the Chrysler factor before he signed up to the army.
And his farming background served him well in Poland, where he returned to the task. He said: "We couldn’t do anything about it because there was nowhere to go, the Germans rounded us up anyhow and I was in the camp for nearly five years.
"I went working on the farms, I knew more about animals, but the idea was to survive, we had to survive whatever."
And survive he did, to return to England and track down his beloved wife, Vi, and children – who’d been told he was missing, presumed head.
His daughter Joan recalled the first time she saw her father – when she was five years old – she said: "Me and my step-brother were playing in the garden, we were living in Helmslow, Middlesex, and we saw this chap in uniform with a haversack on his back and he was limping. All the kids, as you do, mimicked the limp, he turned around and he really told us off.
"We didn’t know it was our father. When dad was taken prisoner of war, mum was informed he was missing, presumed dead, but she wouldn’t believe it."
She added: "We’re all really, really proud of him.
We’re amazed he’s lived this long for someone who went through an awful war."
How it Came out
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I made these shelves based on the next picture(drawing)
LARKIN TRAIL POSTER 01/25
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A poor picture for the first of the 25 posters illustrating Philip Larkin’s poetry and his life in Hull. This one is mounted on the wall by the lounge bar of the Royal Station Hotel. The quote on the poster is from The Whitsun Weddings published in 1964.:-
HERE
Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows
And traffic all night north; swerving through fields
Too thin and thistled to be called meadows,
And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields
Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude
Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants,
And the widening river’s slow presence,
The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud,
Gathers to the surprise of a large town:
Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster
Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water,
And residents from raw estates, brought down
The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys,
Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires -
Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies,
Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers –
A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling
Where only salesmen and relations come
Within a terminate and fishy-smelling
Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum,
Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives;
And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges
Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges,
Isolate villages, where removed lives
Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-peopled air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence:
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach
Philip Larkin 1922-1985
Kitchen and Bath Ideas – June 2012 http://t.co/gR90igwB – by eBooksPlaneta (eBooks Planet)
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