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Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Can you pass the test given to Bullitt County Kentucky 8th graders in 1912?
By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.
This is a test given to Bullitt County, Kentucky eighth graders in 1912. A copy was recently donated to the Bullitt County Historical Museum. A lot has changed in the intervening century. No one know what a passing score was. Apparently the test was partly to help determine scholarships to high schools.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Poem: The Earth Is In Motion
By Jack Brummet
Of heaven and earth,
Striving ever upward
And simultaneously tumbling down,
Like the five volcanoes
That
surround me.
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The mountain is the youngest child
Of heaven and earth,
Striving ever upward
And simultaneously tumbling down,
Like the five volcanoes
That
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David Stevenson's amazing paintings
By Mona Goldwater, Seattle Metro Ed.
Jack's friend/former co-worker David Stevenson has an wonderful blog on blogspot. The blog is fine, but you're going to gaze at his stunning paintings. Go now; you will not regret this. Jack showed these paintings to me today. I am a convert! Click here to jump to some painting gorgeousity. . .
Jack's friend/former co-worker David Stevenson has an wonderful blog on blogspot. The blog is fine, but you're going to gaze at his stunning paintings. Go now; you will not regret this. Jack showed these paintings to me today. I am a convert! Click here to jump to some painting gorgeousity. . .
David Stevenson's Creamer And Figs - click to enlarge
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
A caricature of Betty Jones Brummet
By Jack Brummet
My mom--Betty Jones Brummet--is turning 90 years old this week.
This image is a caricature an artist drew of her when she was on a weekend pass from The Marines during World War II (about 1944).
My mom--Betty Jones Brummet--is turning 90 years old this week.
This image is a caricature an artist drew of her when she was on a weekend pass from The Marines during World War II (about 1944).
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Churchill addresses troops in the Roman amphitheatre at Carthage, Tunisia
By Jack Brummet, WW II Ed.
Prime Minister Winston Churchill addresses British troops in the old Roman amphitheatre at Carthage, Tunisia, on June 1st, 1943.
Used by permission of the British Imperial War Museums, © IWM (NA 3255).
Prime Minister Winston Churchill addresses British troops in the old Roman amphitheatre at Carthage, Tunisia, on June 1st, 1943.
Used by permission of the British Imperial War Museums, © IWM (NA 3255).
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Faces No. 532 — The clinic waiting room
By Jack Brummet
click to enlarge
[24" x 24" surplus muslin hospital wrapper with pencil and Sharpie™]
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Poem: Bercilak de Hautdesert a/k/a The Green Knight
By Jack Brummet
A battle-axe in one hand
And a branch of holly in the other.
Bercilak de Hautdesert asks if you want to play a game.
He strops the axe on his green leather pants.
The Green Knight asks you to roshambo.
"You first," he says.
You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.
The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him
Where he will deal his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
As he slips away.
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You walk the hall of broken mirrors
Upon the walls of which are hung
The skulls of those who walked before you.
Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,
The skulls of those who walked before you.
Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,
A battle-axe in one hand
And a branch of holly in the other.
Bercilak de Hautdesert asks if you want to play a game.
He strops the axe on his green leather pants.
The Green Knight asks you to roshambo.
"You first," he says.
You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.
The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him
Where he will deal his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
As he slips away.
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Monday, August 12, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Poem: How he lived
By Jack Brummet
If he steps back
The whole machine
Wheels past in a blur.
Some nights he jettisons
What is left of his soul
Out into the void
And it dog-paddles back.
He's been it for too many turns.
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The whole machine
Wheels past in a blur.
Some nights he jettisons
What is left of his soul
Out into the void
And it dog-paddles back.
He's been it for too many turns.
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