Chicken glasses maybe?f anyone can tell me what these are , I will send you a grip of seeds…
no fair using the google what is this app!..
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Maybe you have an iPhone? I’ve done it with that when taking a pic of a bud
Africanna
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Looks like a breastplate of sorts worn by an ancient shortsighted academicf anyone can tell me what these are , I will send you a grip of seeds…
no fair using the google what is this app!..
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I have an old Android.. The apps I have are not doing what I want them to. Online apps cant do it either. If my other laptop didn't die it would take me 10 seconds..
Mine works if there is not too many details in the pic. Usually works on buds if the background is not too busy.I have an old Android.. The apps I have are not doing what I want them to. Online apps cant do it either. If my other laptop didn't die it would take me 10 seconds..
Size reference? So how big is the book or that magic ball thingy or how big is the knife and the box cigar or cigarette size. Nothing in the pic shows me how big those chicken glasses are .
oh Nevermind!..
| Now, behold I say unto you, that because you delivered up those writings which you had power given unto you to translate, by the means of the Urim and Thummim, into the hands of a wicked man, you have lost them; and you also lost your gift at the same time ...[14] | ||
| Section 42:1 (1835) Section 17:1 (1981) | [Not Present in 1833 Book of Commandments] | Behold I say unto you, that you must rely upon my word, which if you do, with full purpose of heart, you shall have a view of the plates, and also the breastplate, the sword of Laban, the Urim and Thummim, which were given to the brother of Jared upon the mount, when he talked with the Lord face to face, and the miraculous directors which were given to Lehi while in the wilderness, on the borders of the red sea; and it is by your faith that you shall obtain a view of them, even by that faith which was had by the prophets of old.[15] |
Ok maybe a ceremonial get up you hang the glass getup around your neck so you can hold the magic ball thingy and the knife while you read in that book…
Mr_Hash
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Not in these....just good ole THC.
They moved it to the Speakers Corner......damn that thread took off.....
Easy for you to say brother Walt, but not so easy for us with ackceeeeeents, because mine touch on some of those.
dogzter
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John the revelator if I remember right.
Sorry boss it was not my intent to start a shitstorm. But my mind has been warped for some time now. If we get out of hand hopefully you will let us know before they move this thread......
moose eater
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If folks wish to engage in some trivia reading about a woman of noteworthy history here in the Interior of Alaska, look into Irene Sherman, dubbed 'the Queen of Fairbanks.'
Quite a character.
One of 7 children, who was not aware of her siblings other than by word of mouth for the most part.
She survived a house fire at age 5 that left her permanently disfigured, and was known as Fairbanks' (and Healy, Alaska's) own bag-lady.
She lived on mines, sometimes on the streets, pedaled her bicycle around town, almost always wearing heavy overcoats regardless of weather, nearly always with a rope around her waist with a beer mug dangling from it, could make miners and bartenders blush with her verbiage, and was often taken care of by well-known town families.
To say she was eccentric was an understatement.
Fairbanks is looking to erect a statue for her. I have my own cynical views on that, but also believe she deserves her honorary status, and my cynicism is more aimed at the population than Irene.
The communities she lived in share many tales of her wisdom and humor.
One day in Healy, Alaska, in 1938, she was observed to be burying a huge rock outside her home, which was near the railroad tracks. Any time a person of suspect mind engages in 'unique' behavior, some will talk about it. So it was that day, when a local person asked her what she was doing.
She told them that each night the train came by the engineers and others would try to hit that rock with stones they'd throw, and sometimes the stones bounced in through her open window. She said it was better she buried the rock than someone else.
ireneshermanproject.com
www.findagrave.com
pioneersofalaskafairbanks.org
There's more detailed reading about Irene (especially at the local paper, which has a paywall, though in the spirit of Irene Sherman, I can copy and paste their article here if anyone's interested).
The community took care of Irene when she struggled, one prominent family repeatedly paying for the things she 'shoplifted', when everyone including the store was aware of her 'shoplifting', and it was a sort of warm-hearted joke.
Quite a character.
One of 7 children, who was not aware of her siblings other than by word of mouth for the most part.
She survived a house fire at age 5 that left her permanently disfigured, and was known as Fairbanks' (and Healy, Alaska's) own bag-lady.
She lived on mines, sometimes on the streets, pedaled her bicycle around town, almost always wearing heavy overcoats regardless of weather, nearly always with a rope around her waist with a beer mug dangling from it, could make miners and bartenders blush with her verbiage, and was often taken care of by well-known town families.
To say she was eccentric was an understatement.
Fairbanks is looking to erect a statue for her. I have my own cynical views on that, but also believe she deserves her honorary status, and my cynicism is more aimed at the population than Irene.
The communities she lived in share many tales of her wisdom and humor.
One day in Healy, Alaska, in 1938, she was observed to be burying a huge rock outside her home, which was near the railroad tracks. Any time a person of suspect mind engages in 'unique' behavior, some will talk about it. So it was that day, when a local person asked her what she was doing.
She told them that each night the train came by the engineers and others would try to hit that rock with stones they'd throw, and sometimes the stones bounced in through her open window. She said it was better she buried the rock than someone else.
Irene Sherman Project
Irene Sherman was America’s farthest-north bag lady for much of the 20th century, walking or pedaling the streets of Fairbanks, Alaska, and spreading her unique brand of friendship. Born here into a gold-mining family, Irene was terribly burned in a cabin fire at age five due to parental...
ireneshermanproject.com
Irene Mary Sherman (1911-1995) - Find a Grave...
OBITUARIES OF ALASKA'S PIONEERS As extracted from END OF THE TRAIL SHERMAN, IRENE 84, the self-proclaimed Queen of Fairbanks, died Feb. 20 (1995) in Fairbanks. Her home for 40 years was her castle, barricaded behind mounds of rock, cardboard and junk. Sherman was a familiar figure on...
www.findagrave.com
Pioneers of Alaska Fairbanks
These tidbits of Alaska history are informative, entertaining, and sometimes risqué. Listen to us on the radio and check here weekly for new nuggets on the web.
pioneersofalaskafairbanks.org
There's more detailed reading about Irene (especially at the local paper, which has a paywall, though in the spirit of Irene Sherman, I can copy and paste their article here if anyone's interested).
The community took care of Irene when she struggled, one prominent family repeatedly paying for the things she 'shoplifted', when everyone including the store was aware of her 'shoplifting', and it was a sort of warm-hearted joke.
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