Here’s another bench for Jude’s Bench Series. This wooden bench seat is in Jack Daniel’s original office at the distillery in Lynchburg Tennessee. The larger than life gentleman sitting on it is Bubba, who was our guide that day and what a character he was.
He was sitting there telling us that it was in this office that Jack Daniels’ fate was sealed when in 1906, he came into work very early to complete some paperwork. He always had trouble remembering the combination for the safe and in his frustration and anger, kicked the safe as hard as he could and broke the big toe of his left foot. The injury became infected and blood poisoning set in resulting in gangrene, so that his foot had to be amputated and later his leg also. The infection continued to spread throughout his body and he died from complications, five years later. I’ve since read that the safe kicking story is only a myth, but as Mark Twain once said, “Why let the facts get in the way of a good story?”
This mini junkyard at the Piggly Wiggly Country Village in South Africa, reminded me of that old Harry Champion song, ‘Any Old Iron’ which was often playing on the radio when I was a child. This bicycle looks as old as the song. I just realised that this photo fits Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge ‘Metal and Wood’, so am linking it to that too.
In Jude’s final month of her Bench Series, she has graciously permitted us to post photos of any old bench, so here’s one I’ve been dying to show you, but which didn’t seem to fit any of the other categories. This old stone and wood bench was in such a peaceful setting in the grounds of the Anglican Church of St. Thomas of Canterbury in Camelford, Corwall. This green stone and slate church was built in the 1930’s, and it looks like the seat on the right hand side of the bench needs a bit of repair work before anyone can sit on it.
If you have any odd bench photos, now’s your chance to use them up, and if you’re like me, to clear them off your desktop where they’ve been languishing for months.
Paula is back again with her “Black and White Sunday Challenge” and this week the theme is ‘Landmark’. What a great excuse to post a photo of my favourite landmark in Umhlanga Rocks. I do miss seeing it, since we moved away from our lovely seaside town.
This 21 metre tall circular concrete tower, painted white with a red top, was completed in 1954. An interesting fact is that the lighthouse has never had a keeper, as the nearby Oyster Box Hotel has always been the official warden, with the lighthouse controls housed in the hotel office and monitored by the staff. It’s been the subject of numerous paintings and memorabilia, and stands guard to some of the most treacherous waters of Southern Africa. It not only warns ships of the dangerous rocks closer to shore, but the flashing light is also a welcome to the cargo ships sailing into the safety of the Durban harbour.
Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week is ‘Self’, so I got hubby to take this photo by the tree at the club. It wasn’t until I walked in and saw the Christmas tree, that I realised I was appropriately dressed in red and white and looked like Mother Christmas, or maybe that should be ‘Granny Christmas’ ….. note that there’s no beard.
Yesterday, Mr. Woody flew down to my backyard, so I got a better shot of him. He has the most gorgeous feathers. I especially love his bib, but he has a face that only a mother could love.
So many of these water birds have bright white feathers, and as they fish around in muddy ponds, I couldn’t help but wonder how they keep them so clean. The Great Egret has about 18,000 feathers, and each one is kept meticulously clean. I think he must spend more time on his ablutions than even I do on mine, and hubby would tell you that’s not very possible.
The two White Ibis who were foraging in the newly mowed grass yesterday, also had ‘Omo White’ feathers. To look this perfect, every day they must remove dust, dirt and parasites from their feathers and then align each feather in the optimum position relative to adjacent feathers and body shape. What a wonder they are! I often wish I had feathers rather than hair. I could never hope to look this good, but the beak might look a bit out of place though, and I’m thinking that with such long beaks, birds can’t really kiss, so I guess I’ll just be content with what I have.
This old photo in the ladies’ loo at Key Lime House restaurant, really made me giggle, as these young women all look so coy. I tried to imagine when and why the photo was taken. It reminded me of articles I’ve seen in women’s magazines, where you’re supposed to determine your body shape and eat accordingly.