My two favourite cars that I had back in early 70's. 1962 Pontiac that I loved and also a 2door valiant..........wish I still had them.
me think I was about 4 or 5yrs standing next to dads old car/truck or what ever they were called.
Waay back when I was the face for the National Advertising campaign in Japan. This amongst others was in Time and Life magazines. (One of few photos I have of me on the computer)
I asked if Robots live forever, so that became the caption for this ad.
Gulaga (Mt Dromedary)
This story is about Gulaga, which is our mother mountain, our sacred mountain. It's about her two sons Najanuga and Barranguba.
Barranguba is Montague Island, that's what the white people call it. Barranguba is the older son of Gulaga and the way the story goes is that, Gulaga she had two sons-Barranguba and Najanuga and Barranguba was the oldest.
Just like the older son or older brother who gets sick of living near their mother, he moves away. So Barranguba asked his Mum could he move away from her side for a bit and he went out into the sea to watch the actions of all the fishes and whales. Take care of all that.
The little brother, he saw the big brother going out and he said to Gulaga 'Mum, mum, can I go out too? I'm big. I'm grown up, can I go out and watch the fish and the whales?'
She said, 'No, son. You are too little. If I let you go out there, you'd get swallowed up by Gadu, the sea. I'll put you down near the foot of me, so I can watch you and you can watch your brother out in the ocean.'
She put him down where he is now and that's where he stayed, to watch the actions of his brother while under the eye of his mother. We call that little mountain `mummy's little boy', because he's always with his mum.
Back when we all used slates at school. Pic. taken in Wisconsin at a old village we went to, called *Old Wisconsin*
David and Goliath: a mural dating back to the 16th century painted on a wall in Regensburg - which is said to be the oldest town on the Danube.
Back when I was in primary school, all student had their free daily milk.
Luckily we had pens and pencils and didn't need the slate.
My Son's cardi (he is now 6"3) and Boris's jumper (I knitted it) when he was a baby. The matchbox is for size comparison.
J*oono, when I went to school we use to use a slate, then we graduated to a pen with a nib and inkwells.
