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A search for a photo assignment sent me to the August 2009 section of the universe, and these photos served as a cold water shock . . . how much stuff has changed in under five years. Crow of course is as "good" as gone, but do you know which tugs are attached to Freedom and RTC 28?
How about Vernon C on Freedom and
Janice Ann Reinauer? In 2009 there was as much demolition happening on the Brooklyn side as is now crumbling on Manhattan side.
And from the same week . . . K-Sea was still in full force here. Where is Greenland Sea today?
And this classic . . . Kristin Poling along with fleet mate . . .
John B. Caddell, which as recently as last week was still awaiting the torches and jaws of repurposing.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Oh . . . this could be the first of many time warps.
I should rename this post "Time Warp." I started it in May 2008 and this morning–in response to some Facebook exchanges–resurrected it. Maybe I will begin a series called "Time Warp," though, and any photos no more than 20 years old–to pick an arbitrary boundary and to keep the series from becoming ancient time warp which could be its own thing– . . . any photos you wish to contribute no more than two decades old would be welcome. Maybe I gave up on this post six years back because I had too many unanswered questions.
Anyhow, to plunge back in . . . Robert Silva and Harold Tartell provided foto of Manhasset from way back, when it sported a flying horse on its stack . . . . I assumed this vessel was long ago scrapped. I'm also assuming the location of this shot can be pegged by the two LNG tanks in the background.
Here's another shot of the vessel (1958) (or 1952) in transition, I presume, sent along by Robert Silva.
Here's a photo I took in 2008: a different small tankship Mostank (1950) maneuvers close to a tanker. I don't know if Galahad is still in service, and
Here in Arthur Kill to resupply, I suppose, Mostank . . . M O S being Marine Oil Service. Mostank shows up as registered until at least a year ago. Emma Miller now serves the sixth boro.
Here's where the time warp impinges on this post. Great Gull was around still six or seven or eight years ago. Time flies. The Gull has flown south.
Back then, John B. Caddell was still working. Is she still intact?
Nathan E. Stewart was still in town and here moving Mary A. Whalen to the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
The unique Odin still worked here, and
Weddell Sea was still known as Scott C.
All photos here by will Van Dorp unless otherwise attributed.
Sandy pushed this 1941 vessel ashore on Staten Island late last October. The registered owner was from another continent and possibly no longer alive due to unrelated circumstances. The city took charge and the sheriff's auction happened today.
Viewing and inspection happened from this vantage point. Sheriffs offered binoculars, though none with x-ray capability.
Before the auction began, a tanker at least four times greater in length passed northbound in the Arthur Kill.
Auctioneer Dennis Alestra welcomed the crowd to the auction, indicating where the bidding would take place.
Members of the sheriff's department outnumbered all other attendees combined. Carolina Salguero, director of PortSide NewYork, has a similar tanker, Mary A. Whalen, now possibly the last of this class of coastal tanker in the United States and certainly the only tanker serving as a center for cultural and educational events.
One bidder and one bid . . . and the tanker is SOLD for $25,000 to Donjon Marine. Total elapsed time of the bidding: about one minute. Here shipshooter Jonathan Atkin witnesses the signing of papers.
I've always enjoyed seeing her.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Thanks to Mai for catching this auction notice . . . for John B. Caddell . . . to the highest bidder . . . with a $25,000 minimum. When I saw the notice, I went through my archives of this tanker delivered just six days after the day of infamy 1941. JBC enters the Buttermilk,
All these fotos were taken between five and eight years ago. JBC in Newtown Creek.
JBC in the Arthur Kill passing London Express and MOL Experience.
Newtown Creek again.
High and dry at Caddell's Dry Dock & Repair and
showing off her wheel.
And finally . .. thanks to Richard Wonder, one of my favorites . . . JBC heading into the KVK as seen from the Bayonne Bridge.
The auctioneer clears his (her??) throat, raises the gavel . . ..
Almost three years ago, I used suspension as a title, using a foto from Bill Benson of a Donjon crane lifting a Donjon tugboat . . . for maintenance. It seemed appropriate for this post, given that this vessel below, below foto taken in August 2009, wandered onto dry land six weks back and yesterday was finally
brought back into its element
by possibly the same crane.
Of course, before she would float
along this rocky Staten Island shore, divers most likely needed to apply some patches before she would float to . . . possibly the scrapyard.
At the same moment, along the southwest corner of Manhattan, another DonJon effort is underway to transfer the WTC antenna segments from the water, which has borne their conveyance down here from Canada,
onto land and from thence into the sky. These last two fotos come with many thanks–again–to l'amica dalla torre .
Fotos 2, 3, and 4 above I use with many thanks to Carter Craft and Outside New York, LLC. All fotos, not otherwise attributed, by Will Van Dorp.
I'll use fotos from the past week, since the past two days have been darky and rainy. Penobscot Bay is called an ice-breaker, a mission not yet activated this season.
M/V Dynamic Striker–with an arresting name–probably wants to forget its high-speed chase on the Indian Ocean two years ago.
Susana S and (in the distance) Intrepid Canada await in the anchorage. Since that moment (Wednesday), Susana S has departed for points east and Intrepid Canada has move up Raritan Bay and into Arthur Kill.
Here Cosco Osaka departs the KVK, bound for sea, i.e., Boston and then maybe the Canal in Panama.
I'm guessing that every major port in the world sees a member of this fleet now and then, most looking like Bow Fortune here. For great fotos of these set, taken both onboard and from a distance, click here.
John B. still lies in a beached position, but yesterday Brian Nicholas rather than Sarah Ann attended crane barge Raritan Bay.
HanJin San Francisco left here a week ago, made a few stops headed south, and is now bound for the Canal. Previously I caught her here in late September this year.
Stena Primorsk–named for the largest Russian port on the Baltic–has lingered in the harbor for the better part of a month now, occasionally giving the impression she's outbound somewhere distant.
Two weeks til winter . . . and we've not yet seen a frost locally.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
(Doubleclick enlarges these again!! I'll go back when I can and correct the "display setting" for the past few days.)
Thirty-six or so days after surging sixth boro waters tossed this "mothballed" tanker onto the shoreline at Clifton, Staten Island, efforts appear to be preparing to move it off. Crews have been assessing the condition of John B Caddell for some time, but as of nightfall today, tug Sarah Ann had barge Raritan Bay
in position.
I can't say what this beach will look like tomorrow, so
I took advantage of the 65-degree foggy evening to get
what fotos I could. It's only an illusion caused by flood lighting that John B no longer has a bow, but come . . . a month from now,
who knows. This press release about a unified approach to removing the wreck made the rounds in my email yesterday. Thanks to all who passed it along.
All fotos fresh from the camera and the dark room of Will Van Dorp.
John B. three weeks after coming ashore. Tethered . . . like an rogue beast.
Tagged . . . like a common railroad boxcar.
Examined by a scissor lift.
Quarantined and sequestered by yellow boom in her element and
orange pole and police tape ashore . . .
Her cavities and ducts probed, cathetered, and pumped out . . .
Prospects do indeed look grim for John B. . . .
her fate watched from the deep side.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: Since Ft Wadsworth's still closed to the public, I've no news about the 'scapegoats there. Anyone have word?
May 30, 2012 . . . around 1000 hrs. I'd forgotten taking this foto until a conversation with Harold Tartell this afternoon. RIP . . . Bounty in that foto was heading for Newburgh, NY. Note the USCG vessel lower right.
Here are more fotos from my harbor jaunt yesterday… Apollo Bulker now lies at the dock in Rensselaer.
John A. Noble passed the Statue on the Upper Bay at midday yesterday.
Lower Manhattan yesterday was a maze of pumps powered by portable generators of all sizes. I'm not sure where this water is being pumped from. But waters in other parts of that area smelled of fuel; people wearing masks–there's a whole new meaning to Halloween mask now–ran pumps and threw out waterlogged debris from residences and businesses.
Google "John B. Caddell" now and you'll see lots of stories describing this vessels as a "168′ water tanker" or a "700-ton water tanker." It's NOT a water tanker. It was built as hull # 137 for Chester A. Poling Inc. to transport petroleum. Soon after delivery, it was turned over to the Navy and redubbed YO-140. After the war, ownership was returned to the Poling company, and until its sale "foreign" about two years ago. It's NOT a water tanker . . . it did not transport water as a paying cargo.
It's remarkable to see the number of government helicopters in the skies over New York–and the military trucks and personnel. This afternoon I spoke with US Forest Service crew in my neighborhood–Queens–clearing roadways: the person I talked to, from Arkansas, had never been in NYC before. He said he was working with USFS crews from Texas, Wisconsin, and Ohio. Thanks, welcome to NYC, and come back sometime when we're all feeling better.
And finally, attributed to the Daily News . . . LARCs come ashore on Belle Harbor, Queens to assist. Click on the foto to get the Daily News story.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, except that story and fantastic foto by Vera Chinese the NY Daily News.
After coming home last night, I finally finished reading Rockwell Kent's 1929 memoir N by E. Rockwell Kent lived for a time on the curve at 1262 Richmond Terrace (Staten Island) just east of the Caddell Dry Dock. N by E tells the story of his shipwreck on the western shore of Greenland near Godthaab and subsequent struggle to survive. Here are some teaser excerpts.
"We lay, caught in the angle of a giant step of rock, keel on the tread and starboard side on the riser; held there by wind and sea; held there to lift and pound; to lift so buoyantly on every wave; to drop–crashing our 13 iron-shod tons on granite. There, the perfection of our ship revealed itself; only, that having struck just once, she ever lived, a ship, to lift and strike again. … wind, storm, snow, rain, hail, lightning and thunder, earthquake and flood." (page 132) Some time later, the three crew save what supplies they can and scramble up the rocks to safety. Kent again: "The three men stand there looking at it all [including the wreckage of their vessel Direction] … at last one of them speaks. 'It's right,' he says, 'that we should pay for beautiful things. And being here in this spot, now, is worth traveling a thousand miles for, and all that it has cost us. Maybe we have lived only to be here now.'" (144) And later "It was clear to us that the boat would remain on the ledge and even be, at low tide, partly out of the water. She appeared to have been completely gutted … the forecastle hatch now stood uncovered and every sea came spouting through it like a geyser, bearing some quaint contribution to the picturesque assortment that littered the rocks and water. Books, paper, painting canvas, shoes, socks, eggs, potatoes: we fished up what we could." (148)
Somehow Kent found himself ennobled in that personal disaster. There's hope. It's also a good read.
Last foto here passed along by Justin Zizes Jr . . partly submerged fishing boat in Sheepshead Bay.
I took all these fotos this morning. First, here's the ashoremost portion of John B Caddell in the parking lot waterside of Edgewater Drive, roughly across from the Clifton*** Staten Island Railroad stop. After being delivered from RTC Shipbuilding in Camden, NJ in mid-December 1941, she has come to her end. Most of her life she delivered petroleum products, not water. Click here for a foto of her at work in the sixth boro six years ago.
Looking eastward, one might imagine a beautiful day under dramatic clouds, with the current pilot boat New York in the spotlight, in
an otherwise unusually empty Upper Bay.
An especially clean street here belies
debris left strewn on the street showing how high the surge rose and
leaving behind vile stuff like dozens (!) of vials of blood . . . with recognizable names on them!
Alice Austen house, about a mile farther south,
was spared, but just.
Neighbors on lower land began the cleanup.
And the Kills and Upper Bay, devoid of traffic, had a few vessels checking navigation channels.
Has anyone gotten "aftermath" fotos of Binghamton to share? Here, here, and here are my fotos of that vessel post-Irene.
To reiterate, I found the scattered vials with blood along Edgewater Drive very disturbing. I called 311.
From a mariner's perspective whose truck got flooded while he was working afloat, click hawsepiper here.
For a report on the storm from a high-rise over the East River, click here for Vlad and Johna's blog.
*** Six months ago another vessel washed up on another beach called Clifton here.


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Mishka won First Prize of the Piano section in the prestigious Tunbridge Wells International Young Concert Artists 2010 Competition. Previously at the age of 13 Mishka was unanimously selected by the jury as the First Prize winner of the Leschetizky Association's Gifted Young Pianists Concerto Competition held in New York. In June 2009 Mishka represented the UK at the first EU Piano competition in Prague and was awarded the Director's Special prize for her rendition of Chopin.
Her debut solo recital was at the age of ten following which her concert experience includes most of London's major venues including the Royal Festival Hall, Purcell Room, Barbican Centre, St. James's Church Piccadilly, and St. Martin in the Fields. She is regularly invited to give recitals hosted by the Beethoven Piano Society of Europe and the Chopin Society UK. In 2010 Mishka performed in both the Chopin and Schumann Festivals in London and was invited to give a solo recital in the Cambridge Summer Music Festival in July.
Mishka has also performed abroad at the Liszt Salon in Altenburg, Germany, Merkin Hall, New York where she played Beethoven 3rd piano concerto as soloist with the Camerata New York, at the Nostitz Palace in Prague, in April 2010 gave a major solo recital at the National Centre for Performing Arts in Mumbai and for the Chopin 2010 celebrations in Cologne. Most recently in the Summer 2011 she gave solo recitals at the 10th Anniversary Chipping Campden Music Festival and for the Oxted and Limpsfield Music Society.
A committed chamber musician, Mishka has played in Wigmore Hall, The Spirit of Youth in Music Festival, Rochdale, in a piano Quintet at Chamber Music Concerts in Yehudi Menuhin Hall, Surrey and St Gabriel's Church, Pimlico in 2009 and plays regularly in chamber groups and with singers in and around London.
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February 27, 2012 12:00 PM by Lisa Princ
Teen Mom's Amber Portwood was released from jail last week, and since she has been evicted from her home, she is now on strict home detention – at her grandparents' house! What kind of strict rules does Amber have to abide by? Read on to find out!
Teen Mom's Amber Portwood was recently released from jail, but she was evicted from her home due to fraud, which landed her at her grandparents' house. According to TMZ.com, Amber is on strict home detention at her grandparent's home until she is accepted into a drug treatment program. The site claims that Madison County set down some strict rules for Amber, including not leaving the house without prior authorization. Since Amber Portwood does not have a job that should be no problem for her, right?
Meanwhile, she was also ordered to stay away from any and all drugs and alcohol. Amber is not allowed to have even a non-alcoholic beer, nor can she use any medications containing alcohol, including mouthwash or foods that contain alcohol. Rumor also has it that Amber Portwood must have her phone on her at all in times, and she must be the one to answer, in case the home detention people call her. If Amber violates any of her orders, it will be straight back to the slammer for her!
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British Columbia - Indoor bounty
by Laura Langston
By nature, I'm moderately organized and relatively resourceful. So when I moved back to British Columbia after years on the Prairies, I looked forward to gardening year-round, both in the vegetable patch and the cold frame.
I'm also highly optimistic. The truth is, by the time summer gardening is over, I'm too busy dealing with what I've grown and the mess I've made to think about winter beds, never mind the cold frame.
It's usually well into fall before I start pining for the feel of dirt under my nails and the taste of fresh greens. By then, it's often too wet or too cold (or I'm too lazy) to get out and prepare the ground.
One year, frustrated that I hadn't gotten to the cold frame in time, I seeded some arugula and mizuna indoors in late October. The Christmas salads were so well received, I've done it many times since.
The trick is to select shallow-rooted greens such as arugula, mustard, cress, lettuce or spinach, then plant them in a decent soil mix. I like a blend of compost, topsoil and peat moss. Window boxes are ideal, but you could also use garden pots, deep trays or wooden boxes. Make sure your container is at least 15 centimetres deep.
I start the seeds in a warm place, which for me is indoors, then move them to a cool spot once they've sprouted—the south window in my unheated front porch. Western exposure also works well, as does a strong fluorescent or ultraviolet light. Cool night temperatures—about 10 to 15'C—are critically important for healthy growth. Failing a front porch, consider a bright basement window or unheated room.
Turn the container occasionally for equal exposure to the light; water regularly and mist if your location is dry. Finally, sow new seeds every few weeks over a six-week period if you want a staggered harvest. Most baby greens are ready to harvest in about eight weeks.
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"A pat on the back applied at the proper moment in the circumstances can have a dramatic influence in developing leader."
F-3. The importance of recognizing the transition from "just one of the guys or gals" to a noncommissioned officer should be shared among the superiors, peers and soldiers of the newly promoted. The induction ceremony should be held separate and to serve as an extension of the promotion ceremony. Typical Army promotion effective dates occur on the first day of a month and when possible, so should the induction ceremony.
F-4. The NCO induction ceremony is typically conducted at the Battalion (or equivalent) level. Though it can be held at higher or lower levels, this document will provide an example for a Battalion NCO induction ceremony. By changing the titles of key NCO leaders to meet your own need, you can tailor this document to your own organization.
F-5. Though the location of the ceremony is not as important as the content, consider the following: As part of the socialization process of newly promoted noncommissioned officers, the induction ceremony should be held in a social meeting area, such as NCO, community, or all-ranks club. Alternately, a well equipped gymnasium, post theater, or for smaller ceremonies, a unit dayroom could be used. Chapel use is discouraged to avoid perceptions of "ritualistic" or "mystic" overtones that go directly against the intended result.
F-6. As part of the socialization process for new noncommissioned officers, the induction ceremony should be scheduled as a training event on the training calendar. The formal portion should take place during the duty day, prior to retreat. By making it a training event during duty hours, you not only get maximum participation, but command support (Commanders approve training schedules). The optimum time is 1630 to 1700 for the formal portion (the ceremony) and 1700-1730 for the informal portion (greetings, congratulations and socializing).
F-7. As the senior NCO of the command, the battalion command sergeant major serves as the host of the NCO induction ceremony. The first sergeants are the CSM's assistants and they compose the "Official Party." If desired, a guest speaker for the ceremony may be included and also is a part of the official party. A narrator will serve as the Master of Ceremonies.
INVITED GUESTS AND VIPs
F-8. As a wholly noncommissioned officer sponsored event, guests and VIPs should be limited to current and former US Army NCOs. Certain situations may warrant an officer or civilian to attend and will not detract from the nature of the occasion. Typical invited guests could include higher echelon command sergeants major (brigade, division, regimental, commandant), installation or base support battalion (BSB) command sergeants major, or even lateral (battalion level) command sergeants major. Additionally, special guests serving as motivational speakers should be included (though not required) as part of an induction ceremony.
F-9. Though each ceremony can be as different as the people it recognizes can, a commonality should be shared between them. The following items should be available for each:
· A passage of a citation for bravery or valor in the face of difficulty demonstrated by a noncommissioned officer.· Copies of the NCO Creed, one per inductee.· FM 7-22.7 , The Army Noncommissioned Officer Guide, one per inductee.· Sound system, if needed. Requirement based only on the number present and the "command voice" of the participants.· Programs (including the words to the NCO Creed) if desired.
F-10. Appendix F and the example ceremony it contains provide a common basis from which to begin. Tailor it to suit your specific needs. The goal is to present a professional and memorable NCO induction ceremony.
· PLACES: Official party - Waiting outside the ceremony room. Narrator - At the sound system/podium.
Inductees - Formed in advance at an appropriate location. Each should have a copy (or portion) of the NCO Creed.
(2-minutes before ceremony begins)
(Have all present read the NCO Creed together.) Note: provide copies in advance to all present.
'Sir, just give the orders and I'll sew on my stripes tonight in the privacy of my home,' you might say; or 'Sir, don't go to the trouble of setting up an ceremony: you can just give me the stripe right here in your office.'
Does that sound familiar? Stop a minute to consider how selfless you are supposed to be as a leader. A military ceremony is not yours even if you are the sole reason for the ceremony. It belongs to all the soldiers. Don't miss any opportunity to stop and recognize well-deserving soldiers, especially the opportunity to reward young soldiers receiving their first awards or advancements a simple tradition of our Army packed with a powerful stimulus for soldiers."
In 1973, the Army (and the noncommissioned officer corps) was in turmoil. Of the post-Vietnam developments in American military policy, the most influential in shaping the Army was the advent of the Modern Volunteer Army. With the inception of the Noncommissioned Officer Candidate Course, many young sergeants were not the skilled trainers of the past and were only trained to perform a specific job; squad leaders in Vietnam. The noncommissioned officer system was under development and the army was rewriting its Field Manual 22-100, Leadership, to set a road map for leaders to follow.
Of those working on the challenges at hand, one of the only NCO-pure instructional departments at the U.S Army Infantry School (USAIS) at Fort Benning, Georgia, GA was the NCO Subcommittee of the Command and Leadership Committee in the Leadership Department. Besides training soldiers at the Noncommissioned Officers Academy, these NCOs also developed instructional material and worked as part of the team developing model leadership programs of instruction.
During one brainstorming session, SFC Earle Brigham recalls writing three letters on a plain white sheet of paper... N-C-O. From those three letters they began to build the NCO Creed. The idea behind developing a creed was to give noncommissioned officers a "yardstick by which to measure themselves."
When it was ultimately approved, the NCO Creed was printed on the inside cover of the special texts issued to students attending the NCO courses at Fort Benning, beginning in 1974. Though the NCO Creed was submitted higher for approval and distribution Army-wide, it was not formalized by an official army publication until 11 years later.
Though it has been rewritten in different ways, the NCO Creed still begins its paragraphs with those three letters: N-C-O. It continues to guide and reinforce the values of each new generation of noncommissioned officers.
Below is an example for an NCO Induction Ceremony
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NFL.com's Steve Wyche reports that the Vikings are close to finalizing a multi-year extension with contract-year CB Antoine Winfield.
Winfield's agent, Ashanti Webb (no relation to the R&B singer), is in the Twin Cities currently to wrap up the terms. There are still some loose strings, but Wyche says "the final points aren't deemed deal-breakers." Winfield is 32, so the Vikings probably aren't going to go too long on his extension without protecting themselves with some "dummy" years on the back end.
Vikings signed CB Antoine Winfield to a five-year extension.
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"The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much."
James 5:16b
During our 2 hour phone call last week, my friend Elizabeth asked me to share the spiritual lessons I was learning lately. (It's a good friend who will ask questions like that, by the way).
Although there have been plenty of times in my life when I would need to stop and think before I could answer a question like that, on this occasion I knew the answer immediately. Throughout the long process of our adoption, God has been convicting and convincing me about the vital role that prayer plays in His will being accomplished.
When Joseph and I first began the adoption process back in September 2009, we decided to keep our new endeavor private until the time when its completion was months, rather than years away. Just imagine having to answer questions about your pregnancy for 2 ½ years and you'll understand our reasoning. ;)
Since I knew the adoption would take a long time, I tried not to think about it too often. This approach was good in that I didn't worry much about the process, but bad in that I also didn't pray enough about what was or was not taking place.
As the wait dragged on, Joseph and I ended up telling more people, and those people began praying. When more people began praying, more progress began to take place. It soon became clear to me that God intended to bring our daughter home through the prayers of His people. Looking back now, I have so many sweet memories of how others have expressed their love to us through prayer.
I think of…
My sister Niki who has prayed about our adoption nearly every day for the last 2 ½ years.
Susan, a dear woman still grieving the loss of her husband one year before, who prayed with tears that God would intervene in the long wait of our adoption process and give us a child. Only two weeks later, He sent our referral.
Jerry, who first heard about Evangelle and saw her picture during a party at our house and asked that we all stop right then so he could pray for her safety and soon arrival home.
Kay, who told me she believed it was her job to pray God would send someone special to Evangelle to love and hold her during her stay at the orphanage, and who also told me she was "going to war" for us concerning a complication with our adoption. The next day we received a major answer to prayer in regard to that very complication.
Carroll, who wrote to let me know she and her husband were fasting and praying that God would send our baby home to us soon.
Dan and Judy, who, in spite of being in the midst of their own great suffering, put their arms around me after church to pray for Evangelle. Only 6 weeks later, Judy entered the presence of our Savior.
These are just a few of the sweet and precious prayers that I know of, and I have no doubt there have been hundreds more offered by our friends and family members over the past several months. God has heard and answered every one. When He brings Evangelle home, she'll arrive on the wings of these prayers.
Tomorrow, our adoption agency hopes to send the U.S. embassy the final paperwork necessary for us to return to Ethiopia. Will you join us in praying that everything will be completed on time and that we will be scheduled for travel by the beginning of March?


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I have started a new event at our YMCA, so if you happen to be near Red Oak, IA, on New Year's Day, let me know and I will email you a flyer about the event for that morning.
I know their are some multi-sport people on-line here, so I thought I would let you know about it.
It is a short swim (200 yards), followed by a 2 mile flat run. Nothing special. No medals or anything like that. Just a fun event for people.
If you are interested, PM me with your email address, and I will email you a PDF flyer of the event.


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(lyrics from movie: Problem Child)
Sunday, January 27, 2013
If You Were Born in January
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*comes out dancing*ReplyDelete
I remember that song. yay for january children. we are awesome :D
Long life and prosperity Ms. ginger.
Heyy, happy birthday Ginger! have an awesome new year.ReplyDelete
me & les miserables? Babu-babu, I shall pass! but tanks for the review, at least now I know what it's all about . Cheers!
Happy belated birthday dear... all these Les Miserables reviews have definitely reduced my excitement about the movie.ReplyDelete
And I'm not sure I want to watch people sing for that long (without end)
Happy belated birthday Ginger Nuts!!!! Wish you the very best ahead....xoxoReplyDelete
Happy birthday in arrears, and many more years. The comment about MJ sent me rolling.ReplyDelete
Les Miserables, what can I say again, we already reviewed it. But I'm listening to Anne Hathaway again from your video and my heart is breaking all over. Oh yes, leave my Russel Crowe with his bad voice, heard he has a band too, hehehe...
Wow. Happy birthday in arrears dear. May God vontinue to keep, protect, and guide you all through the years if your life.ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday GingerReplyDelete
Happy birthday in arrears, Ginger! Thanks for the heads-up about Les Miserables. The only thing I seemed to know about the movie was the incident at the premiere where Anna Hathaway embarassed herself by inadvertently showing the world she wore no underwear. Lol.ReplyDelete
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yah!i was born on the 11th of january too,hope ur birthday was as fun as mine was,as for the movie i will watch it sometime this year.lolDelete
- AnonymousFebruary 20, 2013 at 1:52 PM
I hate musicals. Watch the 1997 version of Les Miz. Love that one. No singing or dancing tortured performances.ReplyDelete
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Published: Sunday, December 3, 2006 at 4:30 a.m.
Last Modified: Sunday, December 3, 2006 at 12:00 a.m.
To The Editor: I watched on the news (Tuesday, Nov. 21) as Sheriff-elect Rick Davis announced he will release six deputies from the Henderson County Sheriff's Department.
I do understand that each newly elected sheriff has the right to replace any deputy. But the county needs the deputies he released. Davis is doing a disservice by doing this. The release of people such as Deputy Erik Summey is proof. Summey has been a dedicated servant for this county.
Davis was not the right choice and I think this move is the first sign of this. In his interview with WLOS he said he was letting go fewer deputies then former Sheriff Erwin did. Mr. Davis, please do us a favor and do not try and compare yourself to George Erwin. Police Lt. Tim Griffin was the right man for the job.
I did not vote for Davis because I did not feel he was best for our county. And I can tell you that the release of these deputies will cost him my vote in the next election. I hope and I ask that Griffin runs again for sheriff so we may place a qualified professional in the sheriff's department.
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I am grateful to:
Uncle Dick (Richard Goldthorp) who assembled the modern Goldthorp tree,
Rudi de Groote for allowing sight of the Mace and de Groote tree,
Marion Dean (Goldthorp) of Cheshire for the following, and for her research into the family in Kirkburton,
and anyone I haven't mentioned.
The place-name Thorpe occurs commonly in the West Riding, either by itself or in a compound, and a detailed examination of its distribution throughout Yorkshire by Professor Smith showed that it was commonest in the regions around important centers. Perhaps this is a consequence of its meaning: in old Danish it was ised to describe an outlying farmstead; or a secondary settlement.
Goldthorpe is the name of a village recorded in the Domnesday Book as Guldetorp - Gulde presumably being originally the first name of the man whose settlement was established near Bolton upon Dearne. Thirteenth century documents show that a landowning family living in this parish adopted Goldthorpe as their surname. It was the family eventually responsible for the distribution of the name in and around the parish of Kirkburton.
The move from Goldthorpe occurred as a result of an important marriage. In 1361 Robert de Goldthorpe, who was also known as Robert Robertson (his fathers name was Robert), married Esabell de Shepley and, as a result inherited part of the manor and estates of Shepley. The family eventually settled in the kirkburton parish and for close on 200 years were counted on amongst the most prominent land-owning families in the Huddersfield area. However, in 1542 thomas Goldthorpe sold his share of Shepley manor and other lands for £290 to a certain Richard Stansfield and thereby terminated the family's connection with the manor.
This might explain the departure from Kirkburton of Ralph Goldthorpe, a younger son of Thomas. A deed of 1550 makes it clear that Ralph had surrendered further property and land in Hepworth into the possession of Richard Charlesworth and had taken up residence in London.
The Goldthorpes, somewhat reduced in circumstances, continued living in Shepley after 1542 and the names of Thomas and James were recorded there in the Subsidy Roll of 1545. Shepley was, in fact, the only village in the whole of the region where the surname was recorded and the association between the two remained very close. In the period 1545 - 1675 many Huddersfield families increased their nimbers and became distributed over a much wider area. this was not the case with Goldthorpe and their history can be followed in the Kirkburton Parish Registers.
At the time of the Hearth Tax in 1664 shepley was still the only home of the surname locally. Four men were listed, each spelling his name differently: Gouldthrope, Gouldthrop, Gouldthorpe and Gouldthroppe. These variants, along with even more eccentric spellings in the Parish Registers, help explain the large number of modern forms of Goldthorpe in Yorkshire. Despite that, in Huddersfield and in Shepley, where the name is still found, the normal spelling is Goldthorpe, identical with the place-name.
Harthead Parish Record 1612 - 1812
Kirkburton Parish Register 1541 - 1654
Robert de Goldthorp family tree - 1363 - 1540
William Goldthorp (Marion Dean nee Goldthorp) family tree - 1583 to current day
John Goldthorp (Richard Goldthorp) family tree - 1670? to current day
Mitchell family tree (1690 to current day?)
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HP releases new low-priced business laptops
Hewlett Packard has rolled out a new line of low cost business laptops with a price-performance package set to raise the bar for makers of netbook computers. With features such as a 14-inch display, optical drive, integrated webcam and an AMD processor, the HP ProBook 4415 has a list price of just $599.
Customers can choose to have Windows XP or Windows Vista preinstalled, or even Novell SUSE Linux Enterprise Desktop 11--which should come even cheaper. In addition, security software is also included that purports to use Department of Defense algorithms to permanently wipe sensitive files and folders from the hard disk drive.
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Technology | IBM opts out of the PC business
IBM is slipping away from a market it invented, backing away from the PC and embracing outsourcing and other business services. It marks a significant moment in tech history, as innovation moves beyond the box of components sitting on one's desk.
IBM introduced the PC in 1981, putting its "Big Blue" image and marketing power behind a line of microcomputer that became standard for most users. Yet within a decade competitors were grabbing large shares of the market, offering compatible machines using similar hardware and software.
While IBM maintained a loyal customer base, particularly for its high-end ThinkPad laptops, it started backing away from the PC business by the late 1990s, taking its desktops off store shelves and selling off manufacturing plants. The current lines still carry the famous logo, even though contractors make them all.
The company currently ranks third among PC makers, trailing HP and Dell, but margins are thinning and the machines only account for about 10 percent of IBM's total sales. Just as the PC surpassed its old mainframe computer line, so IBM is moving toward what it calls "Business Transformation Services." CEO Sam Palmisano claims this market is worth $500 billion a year.
Pirate hunting
The movie industry may soon hide dark blobs in its films as a way to deter pirates. Known as forensic watermarking, this technique lets investigators more easily find the theater where a bootlegger snuck in with a camcorder.
Developers of the new iTrace security system say their watermarks could be in use by next year. Post Logic, a post-production studio working on the technology, plans to start testing this month. It claims the invention is invisible to the human eye, yet can be detected by investigators even on grainy bootleg copies.
Each print of a new film using iTrace would contain a series of light and dark blobs that appear for a few seconds repeatedly throughout the film. The marks are added in post-production, along with special effects. Once an illicit copy is found, it can be digitally compared with another print to uncover the watermark, which can be used to identify the source version.
The major studios are currently examining iTrace and other watermarking systems as ways to help track pirates and improve security. They claim to lose more than $3 billion in worldwide revenue from piracy, from both online downloads and street hawkers.
Bits & Megabytes
- Motorola is offering a new public service that collects and recycles consumer cell phones from any manufacturer. The company claims that about 97 million phones will be "stashed or trashed" this year' and that they may leak lead, mercury, and cadmium if disposed of improperly.
- Lycos abruptly ended a European anti-spam campaign after security experts complained that it was vigilantism. The portal offered free screensavers that bombarded alleged spammers with bogus traffic. About 100,000 people downloaded the program before Lycos disabled the attacks.
- High-tech goodies are reappearing in department stores, many of which abandoned home electronics a decade ago. Marshall Field's, Macy's, Bloomingdale's and other retailers offer Christmas shoppers such gift possibilities as iPod music players, digital cameras, and camcorders. This season, 42 percent of consumers are expected to buy electronics as gifts, according to market research firm NPD Group.
- Four executives of German-based Infineon Technologies face prison terms after pleading guilty to charges that they tried to fix the prices of computer memory chips. They also agreed to cooperate with an ongoing international conspiracy investigation and pay fines of $250,000 each. The Justice Department says rigged memory prices affected major manufacturers, including Dell, Hewlett-Packard, Apple, IBM, and Gateway.


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"Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep-market a pool which is called in the Hebrew tongue, Bethesda, having five porches. In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water; for an angel went down at a certain season into the pool and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had. And a certain man who there which had an infirmity thirty and eight years. When Jesus saw him lie, and knew that he had been now a long tune in that case he saith unto him, Wilt thou be made whole? The impotent in answered Sir, I have no man when the water is troubled to put me into the pool." - John 5:2-9
Brother J. B. Keen, of Conyers, Ga., having repeatedly requested our views of the above text, we feel inclined to give such as we have. Many of our preachers, as well as those of other denominations, are in the habit of calling this the "Gospel Pool," as though it clearly represented the gospel system of salvation by grace alone. Something of this kind is also presented in the 161st Hymn, of "Lloyd's Primitive Hymns"—
If this wonderful pool and its troubled waters is intended to represent God's method of salvation, then we freely confess that we are totally in the dark about it and cannot harmonize that application with the general principles of the gospel nor with the connection of the text itself.
In the five porches which were attached to the pool lay a great multitude of impotent folk, waiting for the moving of the water, which was troubled only at a certain season by an angel. "Whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had."
We discover here that the persons waiting for a cure are said to be "impotent." That is, they were without power, helpless, having no strength or ability to do any thing as a condition of securing relief. But yet, to have the cure effected by these troubled waters, they must perform the impossible condition of not only stepping into the pool, but to be the very first to do so after the water was troubled. Now we know that one who is really and truly impotent and entirely without strength or power, cannot step at all, much less be so sprightly as to push all others out of his way, that he might be the first.
That these impotent persons do represent proper gospel subjects, is freely admitted. But that they can ever obtain relief by requiring them to perform an impossible condition; we do not believe. Like the convicted and guilty sinner, they are poor and helpless, and, like him, they are looking for relief by the performance of some condition which they eventually find to be impossible for them ever to do, because they are impotent.
If the troubled water of the pool was really beneficial to any, it could only be to the most vigorous and healthy ones among them and not to the helpless. However much the impotent and helpless might have desired relief, he could not obtain it upon the impossible condition of stepping first into the pool. He could not claim that he had a right to be healed because he had not complied with the only condition required to obtain it.
But if, as our poet sings, that there is sovereign virtue in "no other pool," then the impotent and helpless have no remedy whatever provided for them that is adapted to their wretched and miserable condition. The 6th verse of the Hymn reads—
If there is not "sovereign virtue" somewhere else to make a poor sinner whole than in that which is represented by this pool, then it is a hopeless case for the salvation of any such sinners. The experience of every truly convicted sinner is that he is impotent in point of merit or power to procure his deliverance from the reigning power of guilt and sin. Nor is there a true believer in the Lord Jesus Christ upon earth but what does know by his own heart-felt experience that the Lord has "saved him and called him not according to his works." He does know that salvation is of the Lord, and "not by works of righteousness which he himself hath done." He assuredly knows that he has felt to be a guilty sinner before the Lord, justly condemned by his righteous and holy law. He does know that the tried, like the impotent man at the pool, what he thought to be the last and the only expedient for relief, but no relief came to him in that way nor from that source. The condition was such as no impotent man could perform, but yet it was to him the last hope, and the last expedient on which he depended for salvation.
Do not all who are born of the Spirit have to come to that point in their experience where they pray as they think their last prayer? Do they not get to where they lose all confidence upon every thing in which they have trusted as a condition to procure their deliverance? And when they "pass from death to life" and experience the joys of being "translated into the kingdom of God's dear Son," does it come to them just at a time and in a way they are looking for it? Does it come to them as a reward for some condition they have performed to obtain it? Or, was it not rather in an unexpected time and in an unlooked for manner?
So it was with the poor "impotent man" at the pool. He had been "thirty and eight years" with a feeling sense of his "infirmity," but he had now learned that it was not only a slight infirmity with which he was afflicted, but that he was totally helpless and impotent with regard to doing any thing for his own relief.
ow, right here, we think we might safely consider this pool and the circumstances of the impotent man as very fitly illustrating that point in Christian experience where all hope of salvation is cut off by a conditional system. He is brought to feel and know that salvation is by the sovereign grace of God, freely bestowed upon an unworthy and helpless sinner for Jesus' sake.
ow striking the analogy between the impotent man at the pool and one who is in his last and death struggles as a helpless sinner! How dreadfully hopeless is his condition while looking for relief from that source to which he has been taught to look as his only hope? But now what do we see? Just when all is being given up, and just as the impotent man is beginning to despair, the blessed Son of God appears and speaks to him, though the poor, despondent man does not know that it is Jesus the Saviour, asking, "Wilt thou be made whole?" What a searching question! Doubtless, the poor, helpless man thought he was about to be chided for his indifference about his condition, or rebuke for his indolence or want of energy to "lie in the use of the means" provided in the pool for a cure. In a most pathetic and piteous manner he makes a true and candid statement of his deplorably helpless condition, confessing his inability to perform the condition required for healing in the troubled waters of' the pool. In answer to the emphatic question "Wilt thou be made whole?" he says, "Sir; I have no man when the water is troubled to put me into the pool; but while I am coming another steppeth down before me." The blessed Saviour Jesus had been watching carefully the progress of the case all the while, just as he does all who passing from death to life. "He knew he had now been a long time in that case." Thirty-eight years is a long time to be under a Conscious weight of guilt and condemnation for sin, but yet the Lord is watching carefully the progress of the case. Whenever a sinner gets fully lost, and fully hopeless of ever being able to come up to the just requirements of the law of God, then Christ is to him the end of the law for righteousness.
Now we notice that Christ neither approves nor condemns the waters of the pool to this poor, desponding man. He does not tell lain to make another effort to get into the pool, nor that he will help him to get there, but he proceeds at once to completely cut him loose from it and draw his mind from ever again trusting in it as a means of relief either for himself or for any others who might be in a similar condition.
He draws his mind and heart away from the troubled waters of the pool by giving him immediate cure without them. He speaks the 1ife-giving word, "Rise; take up thy bed and walk, and immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed and walked."
Could any thing more strikingly set forth the work of conversion to God? How suddenly the work is done and how unexpectedly! And how suddenly is a sinner delivered from the power of darkness and translated into the kingdom of God's dear Son! What joy and comfort of soul follows! The dead is alive, the lost is found. Immediately they are made whole by the healing virtue that is in the Lord Jesus Christ. There is "no other pool" than this; no other Fountain opened to the house of David, nor to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and uncleanness, but this all-sufficient Fountain of Living Waters found in Jesus Christ.
Having as briefly as possible presented the foregoing in reply to the request of our dear Brother Keen, we submit it to him and to the scrutiny of our readers generally, to be tested by the Scriptures.—M
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In loving memory of Nathan Maddox
Sept 25 1991 - Feb 12 2012
The white unicorn ran outside and towards the Hay And Stay hotel with Twilight teleporting just in front of her. "Out of my way Twilight!" She exclaimed
Twilight stood her ground. "Rarity, please calm down!"
"That filthy little ruffian is probably the main reason why Fluttershy is in that hospital."
"But this isn't what Fluttershy would want. You need to think straight!"
"I think I know what that worthless slim of a unicorn needs is a good kicking. Now move I say!"
Twilight didn't want to resort to this spell being used on her friends, but felt left with no other option. Her horn began to glow as the ground below her started to light up. Chunks of dirt and rock shot up and clasped around Rarity's hooves, stopping her in place.
"Wha- gah! How did
I can't move!" Rarity struggled.
"Good, that means the protective barrier I placed is working."
Rarity pulled her hooves, but to no avail. "Twilight Sparkle, remove this enchantment this instant!"
"Not until you've calmed down. Now you're going to stand there and listen to what I have to say."
The white unicorn thrashed about intensively to try and free herself and even attempted to use her own magic to break the barrier, but to no avail. She was more than furious after hearing about Trixie from Applejack and wanted nothing more than to face her right now.
After pouting more than a minute, Rarity finally submitted to her friend's demand. "Fine, Twilight. I'll listen to you."
They were both lucky that there weren't many ponies outside at this time in the morning. With Rarity stuck to the ground, their awkward situation would certainly raise some eyebrows and possibly gather a crowd towards the commotion.
The cashier rang up the total. "That'll be 6 bits ma'am."
Without saying anything, Fluttershy reached into her butterfly decorated saddlebag and presented the amount of pay. Her dull expression was fitted with a frown that seemed to show as little emotion as possible. The only thing she did was stare at the merchandise on the counter for a few seconds, as if hesitant to take the weed killer and rope she just purchased.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" He asked.
n-no. I'm fine. This is all I need."
The cashier pony didn't want to say anything to the silent pegasus at first. It might've been due to the lack of customers in line, or how he felt exceptionally considerate when he noticed a small tear falling down Fluttershy's eye. He wouldn't want to upset her, much less make her rush.
Half a minute went by. "Um, miss? Are you okay?"
I'm fine." She muttered.
The cashier dropped the bits into the box and shut it closed. He wasn't convinced in the slightest; seeing her slowly raise her hoof in hesitation to take the items off the counter. When she carefully placed them into her bag, there was a slight murmur under her breath. The cashier leaned in closer with concern.
"Are you sure that there's nothing else I can do for you?"
There wasn't anything she wanted, only to be alone. "No
I-I was just remembering something." The bell above the door rang as Fluttershy stopped just outside the store.
The bright sunlight made her eyes squint and face down at her own shadow. Sighing at the thought of being afraid of her own shadow, she was reminded of how weak and frail other ponies saw her. Even her friends might think that anypony else would seem just as brave and vigilant. But would it be worse than having them find out how much of monster she could become behind their closed eyes?
"Maybe nopony would miss me
" She cried inside.
Closing her eyes, Fluttershy turned the corner and started walking home in a dawdling fashion with her head hanging. She didn't want to stand out or have anypony notice her, especially her friends. Unfortunately, she'd bump into the last pony anyone would want to see.
"Ouch! Why don't you watch where you're walking?" Said a blue unicorn, falling on her flank.
I-I'm sorry, I didn't see-"
"You probably messed up my cape. Is this any way to treat the great and powerful-" The unicorn paused, staring at the recognizable. "
Wait, do I know you?" She hissed.
"N-no, I-I don't think we've ever met?" Fluttershy squeaked.
The blue unicorn raised her voice. "How could a resident of Ponyville not know about the great and powerful Trixie? Just who the hay are you are missy?"
Fluttershy didn't realize it was a rhetorical question. "Um
I'm Fluttershy
The mentioning of that name sparked a headline she recalled reading about in the Equestrian daily. Suddenly she looked in her memory and saw the link between the article and the soft yellow pegasus that stood before her. It had to be her.
"Wait- I've heard about you. You must be one of Twilight's friends, am I correct?"
"I've heard a lot about you ever since that foolish friend of yours Twilight boasted me out of town. Oh, the nerve of her!"
"But I thought she was trying to save Ponyville from that Ursa-"
"Be quiet! I thought I'd never have to walk by this town again. Frankly though, I'm surprised to see you still here, little miss timid."
Fluttershy crouched down. "What? But
why would you-"
"Don't play innocent with me! I've heard all about your little episodes."
The scared pegasus brought her entire body down on the hard ground, trying to hide part of her face behind her mane. She was frightened, being talked down to by somepony else made her too scared to even mutter a reply. This was payback at Twilight for all the humiliation Trixie had endured; she could care less about Fluttershy's sensitivity.
"News can spread pretty quickly from Canterlot, as I had heard about your little demeanor with the animals at the Grand Galloping Gala. You're the one that caused so much damage at the Gala that it had to be cancelled mid way through. All the animals were so frightened by you that I hear they all still won't leave their homes because of you." Trixie grinned.
"Bu-but I didn't mean to
I just want-"
"It finally makes sense to me. I wouldn't have been surprised if everyone in Ponyville had already kicked you out. After all, you killed that vicious wolf, am I right?"
Fluttershy's eyes widened, shocked to hear that somepony had seen her. "But
how were you-"
"I wasn't sure it was you until I've now just got a close look at that pitiful pink mane of yours. I saw the whole thing on my way into town that morning. I'm actually not surprised that you turned into such a cold blooded animal killer."
"I-It w-w-was an accident
" Fluttershy pleaded.
"I swear, you may look innocent on the outside, but on the inside you're just a
Fluttershy was starting to cry, terrified beyond comprehension as she relived those unforgettable moments. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't stop shaking. The beast inside of her was growing, expanding as if she could feel it becoming darker than Nightmare Moon and far fiercer than any Ursa Major.
"I'm so sorry." She wimpered. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Shut up! You're just a parasprite in this town and nopony would miss you. Maybe Equestria would be better off if someone like you didn't exist at all."
A spark of tears ignited and Fluttershy was set off and running away with her eyes clenched tight. She couldn't take it anymore, hearing voices inside that screamed louder than the biggest of sonic rainbooms. Everypony was staring at her as she ran down the path and out of town, trying not to cry as loud. Nothing else mattered to her at this point, except one thing.
Trixie sighed. "Well, that was refreshing."
Not even a few seconds went by when another pony came running towards the blue unicorn. She appeared a very bright orange wearing a brown hat on top. This pony was all too familiar for Trixie to forget.
what is it now?" She asked herself.
"At Fluttershy's cottage? When?" Rainbow asked.
"That's where I found the mangled mess, just after I left the hospital today. I'm sure that the poor thing must've been dead fer at least more than a few days. I'd never seen so much blood in all my life."
we should probably talk about this outside."
Applejack replaced her hat. "Good idea sugarcube."
Half of the hospital lights were dimmed as the night shift had just begun. Things were much quieter with only a few staff members walking around the hallways. The two ponies didn't want to say anything else until they were outside, which was now filled with chirping crickets and a white lunar light that covered Equestria.
Upon exiting the front doors, the blue pegasus started to fly as she felt her wings stretch for the first time all day. "So
you're telling me that
Fluttershy ki-"
"Yeah, that's what it looks like." Applejack cut her off. "The rock is a pretty good size fer somepony ta hold, and I did find some hoof marks around the mud."
"Oh sweet Celestia. I had no idea that
" Rainbow's voice softened.
"Yeah, me neither. I'm sorry that this here news don't make the situation any better."
Rainbow Dash just hovered in place and shook her head in disbelief; frowning with her hoof scratching the back of her mane. She was so scared for Fluttershy but just couldn't bring herself to admit the guilt she felt in her heart for not knowing the truth.
"Rainbow? You okay there?"
The blue pegasus felt her head weigh herself down. "Applejack
do you think there's anything we could've done for her if we had known?"
"Don't dwell on it sugar cube. There's no way neither of us could have known about this."
Okay. So, what are you going to do now?"
Applejack started walking down the road again. "I gotta go tell the others."
"Wait!" Rainbow flew in front of the earth pony. "We can't do that!"
"And why the hay not? They all need ta know the truth."
"Now look Applejack, I don't like the idea of keeping more information from the others, but think about it."
"What's there to think about?" The earth pony dropped her eyebrows.
"You heard what Rarity said; we shouldn't rush ourselves into making Fluttershy tell us. How do you think she would feel if we told her about the truth? That we knew why she probably tried to kill herself?
Applejack raised both eyebrows while becoming conscious of the situation. Fluttershy was, of course, the most sensitive pony any of them knew. Discussing it out in the open like that would traumatize Fluttershy and could permanently scar her for life.
"I suppose you're right about that. If they all learned the cause of Fluttershy's depression from us and not her, they all might pressure her too much into talkin' about it."
"So, can we please keep this our little secret for now?"
"Well ya know I can't do that Rainbow. I am the element of honesty after all. "
Rainbow brought herself in closer. "Applejack, it's not like you have to lie. All I'm asking is that you avoid the truth."
The earth pony took a step back. "But
I can't be holding information from them either. It's just not the right thing ta do."
Rainbow stopped flying and just sat down on the cold ground. She desperately wanted to do everything to make Fluttershy happy and cheerful again. It was going to take more than any hug or speech could do to make that happen. If she failed to be there for her before, what could she possibly do to make up for it?
Applejack sighed. "Tell ya what sugar cube. I'll give ya till noon tomorrow ta talk with Fluttershy. Make her feel comfortable and then we'll tell the others about what we found."
Rainbow stood up and felt pleased by her friend's offer. "Thanks AJ, you're a really awesome friend. Say um
what are you going to do for the rest of the night? I don't think I can sleep."
Applejack started walking down the path. "Well you go on home and maybe take a shower. It'll do ya some good. I'm gonna get me some apple cider and then some bed rest."
"How can you think of drinking at a time like this?" Rainbow questioned.
The orange earth pony stopped and turned around. "I didn't say it was for me." She replied.
"Hello Ms. Cake, I was just wondering if Pinkie Pie was here." Twilight smiled.
Ms. Cake had to set down her platter before she could answer. "Oh, I thought she left about ten minutes ago. She said she had just finished putting on the final touches."
"Touches on what?"
"On some present I heard she made for Fluttershy, so she might still be upstairs. How is our dear little pegasus friend doing anyhow?"
Twilight was instantaneously filled with fear; as hearing anyone mention Fluttershy's name gave her a bad sense of judgment, but was this really the thing to be worried about right now? She knew by heart that nopony she knew would think that way of her friend.
"She's opening up to us a bit, but I doubt the worst is over yet."
"Oh, well I just want to let you know that I sympathize for her and that you have my total support sweetie. You just let me or Mister Cake know if there is anything we can do for her."
The lilac unicorn was warmed by the generous offer. "Thank you Misses Cake, I think I'll go get Pinkie Pie now."
The blue pastry chef pony went back to her humming in the kitchen as Twilight went up the stairs. There was an unusual sound that could be heard down the hallway as she reached the top step. She couldn't make it out until she was inches away from peering into Pinkie's room. It sounded like crying.
Being cautious and walking softly, Twilight took two steps inside of the room while staring at the pink party pony with her cotton candy scented mane completely deflated. She was sobbing on the floor with her back turned to Twilight, who was unaware of the damaged cupcake lying on the floor.
"Pinkie Pie, what's going on?"
She continued to cry, staring at her destroyed pastry. "It's broken Twilight. I can't do anything right. I honestly did think it would be this simple."
"It's alright Pinkie. W-we can just make another one. I'm sure you could even make a cupcake that'll be better than the last."
There was a pause. "It's not about the cupcake Twilight, it's much worse than that
The long maned earth pony turned around and was about to say something else, but fell short and could only let out another stream of sad tears. She had suppressed her emotions for too long ever since that long run to the hospital. It was, after all, in her best nature to be as happy and cheerful during the darkest of times.
"Fluttershy is going to be just fine Pinkie Pie, and it's all because she has a good friend like you for wanting to bring a gift that would make her happy."
"I-I'm sorry. I was about to go out and meet you guys when I dropped it on the floor. It's just
that I didn't think it was a big deal, but then I thought about how easily it fell apart
" Pinkie clenched her eyes. "
and then I thought about how easily Fluttershy fell apart. I-I just want to make her feel happy and special inside but-" Pinkie sniffled.
Twilight was on the brink of breaking into tears as well. The feeling was mutual among Twilight and all of her friends; she just hadn't realized it until now. An empty feeling of helplessness was being drawn inside her chest and was at a loss of words of what to say to make Pinkie stop crying.
"Pinkie Pie- w-we should
"Rainbow Dash was right Twilight. It's not like things will suddenly get better, but does that mean that
they get worse?"
A tear fell down the lilac unicorn's cheek as she wanted to cry more than anything in the world, but still had the willpower to resist. The sense of responsibility to her friends was of the most importance. However, the only thing she could think of doing right now was reaching in for a gentle hug around her friend. They rested on each other's shoulder to give comfort to one another as Twilight silently cried alongside with Pinkie.
"Pinkie pie."
"Y-y-yeah?" She replied; eyes still clenched.
"There is a saying that 'things will get worse before they get better.' I know how hard this is for
all of us, but I think you may be giving yourself less credit than you deserve."
Pinkie Pie then parted hooves length away before wiping a tear and noticing the one near Twilight's snout. "W-wha-?"
"Your attitude and enthusiasm has helped keep everyone's hope of that Fluttershy can have a happy and laughable life again. It's in your element."
"But how can that be true? What's so wonderful about laughing at a time like this?"
Another tear fell down Twilight's eye, smiling with just a hint of forced laughter under her breath. "There is also a saying that goes: 'laughter is the best medicine.'"
That joke made Pinkie Pie giggle a bit with her tears still soaking around her eyes as miniature puddles of rain. A smile rose in and the pink earth pony rose up to wipe face, as she now felt slightly relieved with her mane slowly starting to regain some of its composure.
"Come on Pinkie. Let's make an even better cupcake and then head on down to the hospital. I'm sure Fluttershy would love to eat some delicious baked goods."
Applejack's eyes were angered, making her intimidating stance right in front of the blue unicorn; feeling so tempted to leap at her, but stood fast. The last thing she wanted to do was make a big scene in public.
"What did you just say to Fluttershy?" She ordered.
"Oh, it's you. I remember you
farm pony."
A small memory sparked inside of both pony's minds, recalling their first encounter with each other atop of Trixie's staged performance, which resulted in Applejack having to hop away with a rope around her hooves. It was rather unpleasant for either of them to recall.
"I'll ask you again real nice like. What
did ya'll say to Fluttershy that has her running off like that?"
Trixie rolled her eyes and sighed. "She nearly ruined my cape and I got a little upset, that's all."
"If you'd be livin' in Ponyville, you'd know that Fluttershy is a sensitive pony."
Trixie started become annoyed, socializing with her past rivals was not the way she wanted to spend her day in Ponyville, if not anywhere else in Equestria. She still hated Twilight more than anyone else, but felt rather evoked to take her revenge out among her friends.
"Sensitive? Oh don't make me laugh." She snorted
"You should be feelin' real sorry for her missy. That there pegasus is the only one around here that cares deeply for everyone, unlike you."
Trixie held her head high. "It's not my fault that she's weak and frail. If anything, she should be sorry for all the horrible things she's done."
Applejack took two steps forward. "What did ya'll just say?"
Trixie smirked. "Oh you don't know? Why don't you go by the open field near the Everfree forest and see for yourself? Now if you'll excuse me, Trixie has a hotel to be in."
Trixie began walking away without so much as eyeing the earth pony. Applejack was about to step in front and ask what she meant by that, but felt rather confused by what the blue unicorn meant by her proclamation. What horrible things could she be talking about?
"Remember when I pulled off that sonic rainboom at the Cloudsdale's Young Flyers Competition?"
"Oh, yes I remember. You were so brave too."
"Well I remember how you screamed so loud for me when it happened.
Fluttershy fell silent again in her bed. Knowing that Rainbow was only trying to make her smile, she just couldn't find it in her to show one with so much sadness still suppressed in her heart. Sometimes getting her to say more than one sentence at a time proved to be difficult, but Rainbow would be patient.
don't you remember?" Rainbow smiled.
yes, I remember."
"Yeah, I never heard you sound so happy and out loud like that before."
Fluttershy grinned. "Yeah, it was such a wonderful feeling to see my friend do some so incredible that- I just didn't know what to say
So I screamed for you."
"Yeah and I thought only Pinkie Pie jumped that high."
Rainbow giggled a little with Fluttershy showing off a cute blushing smile while shrugging her shoulders. Though it seemed like her attitude was improving, Rainbow could still sense her surreptitious feelings and knew it was going to be hard to get Fluttershy to talk about her traumatic occurrence.
"You know
I never told anyone this but- it really made me feel so happy to finally hear you scream like that. I don't think anyone at that competition could yell over your awesome cheering."
"Oh yeah, I guess I was a little loud."
Yet another few moments of silence passed with Rainbow falling short of another subject to talk about and Fluttershy still too timid to be open about anything. Rainbow searched and searched through her head, trying to think of anything that would help Fluttershy. Her ears twitched, and a brilliant idea ensued.
"H-hey Fluttershy?"
"Yes Rainbow?"
Rainbow looked at the ground and closed her eyes. "I want to tell you something else I've only told to one other pony. Something I thought I'd never have the guts to tell anyone."
"Oh- you don't have to tell me Rainbow. I wouldn't want to make you sad."
Rainbow brought a hoof onto the bed. "No
you need to hear this."
Fluttershy leaned in slightly. "O-okay."
Inhaling a deep breath and then exhaling, as she had to prepare herself for a few seconds. It would take all of her courage to tell Fluttershy this deep secret she had never shared with anypony, but knew it would do her some good.
"I was just a little filly when this happened." She started.
"Now look. I know how much this ordeal has upset you and nopony else feels any different, but we don't have any proof that Trixie is the cause of this." Twilight explained.
"Applejack was the one that said Trixie made Fluttershy run off crying, so she must've said something that would push her to end up in the hospital. There can't be any lie in that if she's the element of honesty."
"Rairty I know that
but there's knowing the truth and then there's thinking that you know the truth. Applejack could've misunderstood her and we don't even know what Trixie meant by Fluttershy's horrible things."
"Is it a coincidence that our Fluttershy ran home and tried to kill herself an hour after Trixie had lectured her?"
"No, it's not, but this can't be the main reason why Fluttershy tried to commit suicide and you know that."
"I don't care Twilight. Anyone who makes Fluttershy miserable like that out to be beaten with stones and banished from Ponyville."
Twilight could see Rarity's anger was becoming tangible. Quickly, she changed tactics and turned the tables around on her friend. "How can you not care for the main reason why Fluttershy was sad to begin with? You know that she was feeling sad more than a few days ago, so how can Trixie be the cause?"
The tension in Rarity's legs eased up as she relaxed her body and raised both eyebrows with comprehension. For the second time now, she had let her anger get the best of her ever since she first heard about Fluttershy's traumatic evening. At the bottom of her heart, she knew that jumping out and pointing hooves wasn't what the element of kindness would do.
"Fluttershy is still in a lot of pain right now and needs us to be there for her, just like you said to Rainbow Dash. So that also means she needs you Rarity, can't you see that?"
Rarity's emotions were starting to catch up with a frown appearing in her expression. "You're absolutely right Twilight. I feel so like such a foolish little filly for wanting to be so reckless like that."
Twilight grinned and then casted her spell again to release the encrusted dirt around Rarity's hooves. The white unicorn collapsed to the ground on her chest, groveling in the grief of her own selfishness.
"I'm so sorry. Taking it out on Trixie was the only thing I could think of to ease Fluttershy's pain, but it turned out to be my pain."
"I know, but trust me when I say that everything can and will turn out just fine. We just need to remember the importance of friendship and stick together."
Rarity wanted to smile, but still had another thought lingering in her head. "You don't think I'm a foolish friend, do you Twilight?" She asked.
Twilight brought herself closer to her friend's face. "No Rarity. Your actions may have been uncalled for, but they also show me how much you really care for her."
With that, the fashion pony brought herself up, stood beside her companion as they began to walk back towards the hospital. Rarity started to recollect her happy thoughts of Fluttershy, as she would soon know what to say to her yellow pegasus friend.
Unbeknownst to either of the two friends, a purple eyed unicorn stood on the second floor of the hotel across the street; staring out her window where she had silently eased dropped. With her standing there in shock, a small gust of wind forced a hanging tear to fall off her eye and land on her cape.
End Part 5
Would Anypony Miss Me? Part 5 by NeutralbronyWatch
©2012-2016 Neutralbrony
Applejack and Rainbow finally know the horrible truth behind Fluttershy's suicide attempt while Pinkie Pie and Rarity have difficulties maintaining their own emotions and Twilight steps in to help.
Special thanks to for his superior help in the editing process. He has helped me bring out the depth of my story into character.
Comments below are greatly appreciated. I'd also like to hear about your favorite/least favorite parts in the story.
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Comments below are greatly appreciated. I'd also like to hear about your favorite/least favorite parts in the story.
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TRIXIE!!! I HATE YOU!!! (Only in this Fan-fic, in real life, I dont )
TRIXIE!!! I HATE YOU!!! (Only in this Fan-fic, in real life, I dont )
Holycrapholycrapholycrap!!!! Gay must have next chapter!!!!!
Wow I can't wait to hear rainbows secre ^^. An other great episode of Would anypony miss me. Keep up the good work.
Glad you're still liking it. I didn't intend to have this much dialogue this chapter, but was reaching my word limit and had a deadline to meet. Maybe I'll add more description later.
Very happy to still see you enjoying it!
Very happy to still see you enjoying it!
Wow! It's still pretty dark, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. ^^
A heavy bag will soon be lifted off of Fluttershy's back. Stay tuned my friend
You might wanna fix up the title.
Other then that everything else, from what I can see at least, is spot on.
I'm really loving the amount of attention you've given on everypony's emotions, actions and thoughts. Makes this really shine all the more so.
Other then that everything else, from what I can see at least, is spot on.
I'm really loving the amount of attention you've given on everypony's emotions, actions and thoughts. Makes this really shine all the more so.
Thanks for the error
Glad you're liking the emotions I portray. I try to make them as accurate as I can.
Glad you're liking the emotions I portray. I try to make them as accurate as I can.
the sheer drama of this story is like a tangible force, it is brilliantly written as ever. I love every little emotion, every little twist and turn and every little cliff hanger, I'm looking forward to the next one.
Always appreciate your feedback. I try to focus on each individual pony's emotions and feelings for Fluttershy. Glad you enjoyed it and hope it wasn't to cheesy to leave a cliffhanger like that
no, the cliff hanger worked really well. I also liked the flashbacks they added a lot of depth to the story.
A cliffhanger?? WHY WHY WHY!!!?!???!?
Curse these cliffhangers. Must know what Rainbow's story is, but at least it's clear that Trixie feels guilty about what happened to Fluttershy. I imagine that she was just venting and never imagined that it would have such an affect.
Can't wait for the next part.
Can't wait for the next part.
Yeah, there is some guilt starting to surface in this series. I have a special plan for this endding, which (hopefully) wont be for another 2 chapters Thanks for reading.
Thank you for the awesome story. I love how Rarity just charged after Trixie. Most of the time it's Rainbow that does that, so it was awesome to see it from Rarity.
I can't wait for the next part. No rush of course.
I can't wait for the next part. No rush of course.
What.... is THE SECRET! damned cliffhangers anyways, nice chapter!
You read the whole thing in 4 minutes?
nice job


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