I’m not sure why it says “quelle”, but it’s on the Quay, in Conway, and according to some sites, it’s the smallest house in Great Britain, not just Wales… I’d like to know what measurement counts, ie, is it just by the width?… cos with two floors, it would seem to me to be larger than some one story cottages.
Anyway, this was taken in 1902, and there was debate over whether this was a family who lived in it, or, as more commonly believed, a caretaker who looked after it, posed with her children, as from that time, or possibly a bit before, it was known to be vacant, and was already pointed out to tourists.
It’s another from that site rating the worst design fails of the year… which may have been 2022.
As if it weren’t difficult enough, with no handrails and uneven stair sizes, some well beyond the allowed height, someone has placed a pointy little sculpture on the extra narrow tread below one of the steepest risers.
There’s a reason the US has building codes. Stair widths, heights, etc. are all regulated for safety. And for comfort. I couldn’t make it up those steps, and if I did, you wouldn’t want to see me come down. (Or what’s left of me…)
Mom is 92. She fell six or seven weeks ago. Hospitalized, then skilled nursing care, then a few weeks further convalescence at a friend’s home. During that time I’ve been decluttering her home. Massive amount of stuff just like that list. You don’t want to know how bad it was…such as food in the freezer that was from the last century (I kid you not!) Anyway, tomorrow is the big day – going to get her home. With a bottle of sparkling cider to celebrate.
No, I was just taking it to a small level of the absurd, because that’s the way my head works sometimes. Crazy doesn’t run in my family, but it does shuffle along a bit.
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Is this something out of “50 Shades of Grey”?
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Egg sellers on Hester Street, NYC, in 1897… Photo by Alice Austen
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I’m not sure why it says “quelle”, but it’s on the Quay, in Conway, and according to some sites, it’s the smallest house in Great Britain, not just Wales… I’d like to know what measurement counts, ie, is it just by the width?… cos with two floors, it would seem to me to be larger than some one story cottages.
Anyway, this was taken in 1902, and there was debate over whether this was a family who lived in it, or, as more commonly believed, a caretaker who looked after it, posed with her children, as from that time, or possibly a bit before, it was known to be vacant, and was already pointed out to tourists.
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That caterpillar has evolved into a really beautiful butterfly.
Bottom one is more comfortable and efficient, but the top one has more character and soul.
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No handrails? Not very practical, except for creating hospital visits.
It’s another from that site rating the worst design fails of the year… which may have been 2022.
As if it weren’t difficult enough, with no handrails and uneven stair sizes, some well beyond the allowed height, someone has placed a pointy little sculpture on the extra narrow tread below one of the steepest risers.
It looks like premeditated murder.
All fun and games until someone decides to rearrange the furniture and move the desk and wall unit…..
Not without a handrail.
Death stairs!
There’s a reason the US has building codes. Stair widths, heights, etc. are all regulated for safety. And for comfort. I couldn’t make it up those steps, and if I did, you wouldn’t want to see me come down. (Or what’s left of me…)
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Somebody don’ lak dat bank!
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The info above cut off 48years old when WWII started (at least with the US).
My aunt was born about that time, too. She made it to a couple of weeks shy of 103.
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I feel… kinda… «sniffle» …. attacked.
Mom is 92. She fell six or seven weeks ago. Hospitalized, then skilled nursing care, then a few weeks further convalescence at a friend’s home. During that time I’ve been decluttering her home. Massive amount of stuff just like that list. You don’t want to know how bad it was…such as food in the freezer that was from the last century (I kid you not!) Anyway, tomorrow is the big day – going to get her home. With a bottle of sparkling cider to celebrate.
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“You may be wondering why I asked you all to attend this meeting….”
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My dad had just the opposite… a 49 Packard (or so I’m told) and a 56 Buick.
But where’s my 55 Hawk??! I’ve been waiting forever!
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A slice of kiwi?
No spoiler-box?
That was my thought.
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Well, the sidewalk was cold! And I can see lots farther!
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Was it Dion & the Belmonts who sang “Why Must I be an Avocado in Love?”
Okay, I found it.
Don’t worry… it’s not, as I had feared, something unsuitable for a family web page.
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Arm-chair athlete?
He’s probably just teaching them how to flop semi-believably. 😉
Called “Schwalbe” (swallow) in German.
Yeah… as usual, I’m having a hard time following…
But it looks like the boy in the blue shirt pulls the ball out of the way… but the man still goes out of his way to purposely trip over it….
Unless, as I think Arfside is implying, he’s faking it?
No, I was just taking it to a small level of the absurd, because that’s the way my head works sometimes. Crazy doesn’t run in my family, but it does shuffle along a bit.
He was probably trying to kick it.
Exactly – and wearing socks, they don’t allow any slide and he went down. Probably wasn’t a bad move, if he’d been on grass and wearing shoes.
With his Austin Healey — Los Angeles (1956)
Green Heron.