The white ring at the top, just below the huge antenna, was supposed to be (maybe still is!) a tethering place for dirigibles, when they were expected to be the next big thing in air travel.
There were stairways inside to get the passengers to elevator level.
I don’t think it was ever used.
For one thing, airships never became popular.
For another, getting off the ship and into the building hadn’t been well thought out.
It required walking along a dangerous, ill-designed walkway, suspended in the air, 104 stories high, in strong winds, and then walking around a narrow balcony with only a knee-high railing, to reach the door. Not for the faint of heart.
There is some speculation that the “dirigible mooring mast” was only added to ensure it was the tallest building in the world (no serious thought to using it). The 30sec visit that did occur was presumably done only to legitimize the structure. Somehow it was decided that mooring masts count, but radio antenna don’t.
Went through this with my Dad, only he had Alzheimer’s, so his stepdaughter and I labeled everything in his room… simple things like his radio, tape player and microwave.
Soon he couldn’t read them anyway, so I just put pieces of red plastic tape on essential buttons.
He’d take them off and stick them in different places….
Jam cassettes in the player upside down, try to make calls on the TV remote, and forget which was the microwave and which his little cube refrigerator.
Luckily he got his meals in the dining room, and eventually forgot about his own appliances.
I’m very sorry. Alzheimer’s is so destructive to everyone around. I am lucky that my parents kept their memory to the end. My mother-in-law has dementia and has forgotten the names of everyone in the family except my wife. My wife dreads the day she visits and her mom fails to recognize her.
My brother lived near his residence, and saw him a few times a month; I lived 60 miles away, so a bit less often…. But when there was a need, I stayed at my brother’s so I could come several days in a row.
That kept us in his mind, I think.
And he’d ask about my sister by name, and want to go to Canada “today” to see her.
He remembered my brother’s wife, but seldom her name. And he adored their daughter, but called her the baby, even at 5, and mixed her up with a far away teenaged granddaughter. Her loved my brother’s grown son but thought he was my brother.
Yet he could still get a joke, and even repeat the gist of it.
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The thing that was sad was when he’d ask me where his babies were… with all three of our names. I’d say I’m right here, Dad!
He’d say “no,, you’re Susan… but where’s my baby Susan?”
Here in snow country it’s hard to find cars that old. Even the most reliable rust out in 10-15 years. They use LOTS of salt on the roads here. I’m thrilled that my 2013 Ford C-Max is showing only the tiniest trace of rust (you have to look for it).
California is much easier on cars…
Also roofs, potato furniture, and even exterior walls.
More so in Southern California, but here, as well, is nothing like the Midwest.
I remember being amazed, after coming to California at 19, to watch some houses being built, with only “building paper” nailed over the studs and then a layer of stucco, to make outer walls.
except here in the midwest—littering is not only unpunished, it spawns future litterers by irresponsible parents heaving their refuse out the car window with children in the back seat noting the apparently acceptable behavior
They’ll swoop down on you here… obviously not every time, everywhere… but the fine is at least $250, depending on location, and is enforced.
So parents and schools admonish kids about littering… I’ve seen little ones at the farmer’s market tell a parent to take that peach pit to a trash can.
I don’t want to forget to say that I talked to Montana Lady again!
I can’t call often cos it’s hard for her to speak on the phone. I think this was only my third call. She says she likes getting them but I know even saying a few words tires her out.
Her husband puts it on speaker so she doesn’t have to hold it, and repeats a few things that she says too softly for me to hear.
We keep the conversation short… The first time I relayed a few individual messages, but this time I just told her that we all miss her.
She asked me to say that she misses everyone here, as well.
extremely important history. this fall’s election is far far more important than most elections. It is possibly the most importantUnited States presidential election ever–
— with world- wide ranging repercussions
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All bassets prefer to wear the cone this way, if they have to in the first place.
She doesn’t look as if she’s been working in the rice paddies (no muddy feet). I think it’s more of a sun bonnet.
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Uh oh! Here comes Kong…
The white ring at the top, just below the huge antenna, was supposed to be (maybe still is!) a tethering place for dirigibles, when they were expected to be the next big thing in air travel.
There were stairways inside to get the passengers to elevator level.
I don’t think it was ever used.
For one thing, airships never became popular.
For another, getting off the ship and into the building hadn’t been well thought out.
It required walking along a dangerous, ill-designed walkway, suspended in the air, 104 stories high, in strong winds, and then walking around a narrow balcony with only a knee-high railing, to reach the door. Not for the faint of heart.
This didn’t happen. SOURCE By the source article though the only air ship that ever did use it, was there for a mere thirty seconds.
There is some speculation that the “dirigible mooring mast” was only added to ensure it was the tallest building in the world (no serious thought to using it). The 30sec visit that did occur was presumably done only to legitimize the structure. Somehow it was decided that mooring masts count, but radio antenna don’t.
I read that it was counted because of the stairs… but that might really have been a later excuse.
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Is July 22nd “Tall Skinny Orange Picture” Day?
sure! why not? sort of a mini-theme going on there.
As we know, Stel just loved doing themes
Not enough cream.
it’s the Crème de la Crème
Either the picture is too big, or the cup is waaaay too small!
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Anybody playing the celebrity game?
This is…
Been there. Probably still too complicated, but you sure tried!!!
Went through this with my Dad, only he had Alzheimer’s, so his stepdaughter and I labeled everything in his room… simple things like his radio, tape player and microwave.
Soon he couldn’t read them anyway, so I just put pieces of red plastic tape on essential buttons.
He’d take them off and stick them in different places….
Jam cassettes in the player upside down, try to make calls on the TV remote, and forget which was the microwave and which his little cube refrigerator.
Luckily he got his meals in the dining room, and eventually forgot about his own appliances.
Yup.
I’m very sorry. Alzheimer’s is so destructive to everyone around. I am lucky that my parents kept their memory to the end. My mother-in-law has dementia and has forgotten the names of everyone in the family except my wife. My wife dreads the day she visits and her mom fails to recognize her.
What I wrote to Susan applies to you too.
You never know.
My dad never forgot who I was, or my brother.
My brother lived near his residence, and saw him a few times a month; I lived 60 miles away, so a bit less often…. But when there was a need, I stayed at my brother’s so I could come several days in a row.
That kept us in his mind, I think.
And he’d ask about my sister by name, and want to go to Canada “today” to see her.
He remembered my brother’s wife, but seldom her name. And he adored their daughter, but called her the baby, even at 5, and mixed her up with a far away teenaged granddaughter. Her loved my brother’s grown son but thought he was my brother.
Yet he could still get a joke, and even repeat the gist of it.
…
The thing that was sad was when he’d ask me where his babies were… with all three of our names. I’d say I’m right here, Dad!
He’d say “no,, you’re Susan… but where’s my baby Susan?”
Brutal. Sad and painful to watch.
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Got ’em. Most were pretty quick. #19 took me the longest.
I don’t really think this is a spoiler, but if you want no help at all, don’t read this
What tripped me up at first was that I was making it too hard…. not realizing that some of the words we’re looking for are only 3 or 4 letters long
I took a quick look at your list to see which 3 have two animals, and promptly found the second one.
If you want to know where to look for a second animal, but without the answers,
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❤️
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New York City subway rider.
Push a button? I remember the crank. And some of them were not all that bad.
Gosh.
“Remember” the crank?
To me it’s not much of a stretch…. the car I drove till 2002 had roll-up windows.
Ours got cranks.
Better than automatically get the windows opened if the system is defective.
Especially in the midst of winter. Happened to a friend.
I agree, but sometimes the electric ones help a lot when you’re driving alone with no air conditioning.
A crank is much safer if you end up in a river, so I try not to 😁.
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It’s also hard to find hand crank windows any more in the US.
Mostly only pick-up tricks and jeeps have offered them as options, since the early 2000s.
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Of course they’re in some older used cars
At the advanced age of the few cars I’ve ever bought, I had a mechanic check the engine, transmission, etc….
If they were good, I’ve been happy to take whatever kind of windows I got.
Ours is a Mazda 121 aka Ford Festiva aka Kia Pride – from 1988.
Ah… No problem getting roll up windows 😁
I feel positively up to date in my 1998 Saturn station wagon…
It felt even newer when I bought it in 2009.
I needed a station wagon, and my mechanic wanted me to get a Saturn because he liked working on them.
I lucked out finding one at a really good price.
It was in good shape but affordable because it had 115,000 miles (185,00km) on it.
Here in snow country it’s hard to find cars that old. Even the most reliable rust out in 10-15 years. They use LOTS of salt on the roads here. I’m thrilled that my 2013 Ford C-Max is showing only the tiniest trace of rust (you have to look for it).
California is much easier on cars…
Also roofs, potato furniture, and even exterior walls.
More so in Southern California, but here, as well, is nothing like the Midwest.
I remember being amazed, after coming to California at 19, to watch some houses being built, with only “building paper” nailed over the studs and then a layer of stucco, to make outer walls.
One Wisconsin snowstorm would do them in.
This salesman is such a schnook.
I hate to ever agree with Cleo about weaponry…
But I think just this once I’ll let it slide.
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BTW in California you can get a ticket for littering if you only throw an apple core or half a cookie into a wooded roadside.
There’s no excusing even organic garbage that will decompose.
The law includes endangering wildlife by feeding them and by encouraging them to look for food so close to traffic.
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It seems unimaginable that we used to throw things out the window when I was a kid.
Nowadays not even kids will tolerate their peers littering.
I remember when we threw candy wrappers on the floor in the theater and somebody swept them up between showtimes.
Nobody does that any more either.
except here in the midwest—littering is not only unpunished, it spawns future litterers by irresponsible parents heaving their refuse out the car window with children in the back seat noting the apparently acceptable behavior
That’s sad!
They’ll swoop down on you here… obviously not every time, everywhere… but the fine is at least $250, depending on location, and is enforced.
So parents and schools admonish kids about littering… I’ve seen little ones at the farmer’s market tell a parent to take that peach pit to a trash can.
They used to paint it on BC highways, like a kind of BurmaShave sign: “Keep BC Green. Use your ashtray.”
Oh… before I turn out the lights…
I don’t want to forget to say that I talked to Montana Lady again!
I can’t call often cos it’s hard for her to speak on the phone. I think this was only my third call. She says she likes getting them but I know even saying a few words tires her out.
Her husband puts it on speaker so she doesn’t have to hold it, and repeats a few things that she says too softly for me to hear.
We keep the conversation short… The first time I relayed a few individual messages, but this time I just told her that we all miss her.
She asked me to say that she misses everyone here, as well.
thanks for that. you know what I miss that I never thought I would?
NOSE!
Me too
I miss it too.
I think she used that as a way to comment more, when she was already having trouble using a keyboard.
It became her schtick, and she got likes for it, which made her feel part of everything when she couldn’t type much.
She’s such a sweet person!
Thank you. 🙂
Thank you Susan. I’m sure it’s a difficult call for you too; but I really appreciate the updates.
And so we do. Send her our love and best wishes, and a “got your nose!”
Good line for my next card to her!
I don’t call often but I mail about one card a month.
When I called this time it was to apologize for her birthday card being about two weeks late.
But her daughter is coming to Montana to celebrate it tomorrow. Yay!
Thank you. Do let her know we miss her!
Did. 😁
A link to PRESIDENT BIDEN’S LETTER. I don’t consider this politics; more history happening now.
extremely important history. this fall’s election is far far more important than most elections. It is possibly the most importantUnited States presidential election ever–
— with world- wide ranging repercussions
Just popped over from Ten Cats to say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDWARD HOPPER!”
We don’t come FIRST??!!
I didn’t know till they told me!