The Mitchell Archives is extremely proud to present issue number one of what most experts consider to be the very first newspaper ever printed. The publication meets the seven standards for a newspaper including longevity, availability to all classes, and more importantly, text divided into columns. Before the Gazette was published, the privileged classes obtained the news from weekly “newsbooks,” pamphlets with no text-dividing columns. The Gazette was first printed in Oxford, England, as King Charles II held Court in that city sixty miles west of London in order to “avoid the Plague.” In February, 1666, the King decided that the Plague had subsided enough to take his Court back to London, and he brought the Oxford Gazette along–with issue no. 24, it became the legendary London Gazette, an official paper still published today. Interestingly, as the first American newspaper wasn’t published until 1704, the Oxford/London Gazettewas shipped across the Atlantic Ocean to the Colonies to provide the news to the English residents in “the New World.” In the news, this premiere issue contains the so-called “Bill of Mortality,” reporting the latest deaths from the Great Plague that continued to sweep through London and other parts of the British Isles and Europe. The paper states that 1,050 Londoners died of the plague, a decrease of 428 from the previous week. Single sheet, double-sided, fine condition with just mild foxing. Early date imprint as all originals lacked the dates of this issue. This is truly a very unusual opportunity that seldom becomes available. For the finest collection, newspaper publisher, top reporter, or museum/institution. It has been in my personal collection for many years. I would have this professionally framed in double-glass. November 16, 2015 was the 350th Anniversary of this iconic newspaper.
“The day before my daughter Norah’s fourth birthday, she foreshadowed a remarkable event. I’d just picked her up from preschool when she cautioned me to mind the elderly person walking across the parking lot at a glacier’s pace. She went on to explain that she has a soft spot for mature folks: ‘I like old peoples the best ‘cos they walk slow like I walk slow and they has soft skin like I has soft skin. They all gonna die soon so I’m gonna love ‘em all up before they is died.’ Sure it got kinda weird and dark at the the end there, but I liked where her heart was. I was struck by her thoughtfulness and empathy and posted that quote as a status update on Facebook when we got home. I had no idea how much she really meant it.” “The following day — her birthday — again on the way home from school, she asked if we could stop at the grocery store to buy celebratory cupcakes for her and her six siblings to enjoy after dinner. How do you say ‘No’ to a birthday girl?” “I popped Norah and her younger sister in one of those enormous and cumbersome grocery carts shaped like a car and headed toward the bakery. After we picked up the cupcakes, I stopped at a ‘Clearance’ shelf that caught my eye. While I was distracted picking up and then dismissing the bottles of almost expired Ranch dressing and cans of Ensure, Norah was busy standing up in the cart, excitedly waving and gleefully proclaiming, ‘Hi old person! It’s my birfday today!’ The man was elderly, stoneHowever, before I could an ‘old person’ or ask the he stopped and turned to my no-filter-having child, he sion softened as he replied, how old are you today?’” utes, he wished her ‘Happy separate ways.”
faced, and furrow-browed. ‘Shush’ her for calling him Earth to swallow me whole, her. If he was troubled by didn’t show it. His expres‘Well hello little lady! And They chatted for a few minBirthday,’ and we went our
“We found the man a couple proached him. ‘Excuse me, like to know if you’d take a day?’ His expression rapto stunned to delighted. He himself on his shopping hand on his chest. ‘A photo? suh, for my birfday!’ Norah
of aisles over and I apsir? This is Norah and she’d photo with her for her birthidly morphed from confused took a step back, steadied cart, and placed his free With me?’ he asked. ‘Yes, pleaded.
And so he did. I pulled out my iPhone and they posed together. She placed her soft hand on top of his soft hand. He wordlessly stared at her with twinkling eyes as she kept his hand in hers and studied his skinny veins and weathered knuckles. She kissed the top of his hand and then placed it on her cheek. He beamed. I asked his name and he told us to call him ‘Dan.’ We were blocking other shoppers and they didn’t care. There was magic happening in the grocery store that day and we could all feel it. Norah and Mr. Dan sure didn’t notice they were chatting away like long lost friends.” “After a few minutes, I thanked Mr. Dan for taking the time to spend a bit of his day with us. He teared up and said, ‘No, thank YOU. This has been the best day I’ve had in a long time. You’ve made me so happy, Miss Norah.’ They hugged again and we walked away. Norah watched him until he was out of view.
THREE INGREDIENT FRUIT CAKE
Ingredients 750ml Iced Coffee 1kg mixed fruit 2 cups Self Raising flour Method Soak mixed fruit in the Iced Coffee for 24 hours. Add flour and mix well. Bake in a lined 8 inch (20cm) square tin. Bake at 150 degrees Celsius for 1 hour. .
SOETDORINGBOOM Onder die dorings – van ʼn soetdoring in die platteland, van Namakwaland. In dié ryk skadu’s – waar voëls skuil teen die hitte, daar wil ek rus. As die soel bries – deur die blare roer bring dit koue, om ons af te koel. Onder dié dorings van ʼn soetdoring in Kamieskroon, daar wil ek woon. ©Oswald 2016
The heaviest cabbage weighed 62.71 kg and was presented at the Alaska State Fair by Scott A. Robb (USA) in Palmer, Alaska, USA, on 31 August 2012. Scott A. Robb has previously held a number of Guinness World Records for heaviest vegetables, including the 'Heaviest turninp', among others.
Verduidelik die rugstring. Die rugstring is ’n klomp klein beentjies agter teen jy rug op, en hulle keer dat ’n mens nie bene tot by jou nek is nie. Wie was kwaad toe die verlore seun teruggekeer het? Die vetgemaakte kalf. Waarom moet die president ’n kabinet hê? Om sy medaljes in te bêre.
I’d be lying to you if I told you I wasn’t a weepy mess after their encounter. I was blown away by this meeting and thought maybe some of the readers on my Facebook page might enjoy hearing about it. I posted the story and a photo of the two of them.” “Later that night, I received a private message from a local reader who recognized Mr. Dan. His wife, Mary, had passed away in March and he had been lonely since his beloved had gone. She wanted to let me know that she was certain his heart was touched by my little girl. That he needed it and it likely would never forget it. I asked for his phone number and called him a few days later.” “We made a visit to Mr. Dan’s cozy and tidy house — reminders of Mary still proudly displayed everywhere you look. He had gotten a haircut, shaved, and was wearing slacks and dress shoes. He looked ten years younger. He’d set out a child’s crayons out for Norah. He pictures for him to disShe happily agreed and ended up spending nearly that day. He was patient tive, constantly moving of her cheek and let her gets.”
table, blank paper, and asked if she’d draw some play on his refrigerator. went right to work. We three hours with Mr. Dan and kind with my talkagirl. He wiped ketchup off finish his chicken nug-
“As we walked him to his pulled out a pocket knife blooming by his porch. cutting every thorn off of it to his new friend. She as a bone, in a Ziploc bag “Norah asks about Mr. ries about him. She woncold, or has cheese for wants him to be okay. loved.
front door after lunch, he a cut the single red rose He spent ten minutes the stem before handing keeps that rose, now dry under her pillow.” Dan every day. She worders if he’s lonely, or his sandwiches. She She wants him to feel
Mr. Dan thinks about Norah, too. After another recent visit, he relayed that he hadn’t had an uninterrupted night’s sleep since his wife died. He told me that he has slept soundly every night since meeting my girl. ‘Norah has healed me,’ he said. That left me speechless and my cheeks wet with tears.” “Seventy-eight years separate these two people in age. Somehow, their hearts and souls seem to recognize each other from long ago. Norah and I have made a promise to see Mr. Dan every week — even if it’s only for fifteen minutes, even if only for a quick hug and to drop off a cheese danish (his favorite!).” “I’ve invited him to spend Thanksgiving with us. He’s part of our family now. Whether he likes it or not, he’s been absorbed into my family of nine and just like Norah said, “we’re gonna love him all up.” Sometimes talking to strangers can lead to beauty full new beginnings. Give it a try.” It’s no wonder this incredible story is touching hearts all over the world. I’m so happy Mr. Dan and Norah have found one another, and here’s to many more years of friendship.
Researchers into the history of scissors generally agree that scissors were invented in Egypt around 1500 B.C.E. and were first fashioned of bronze, spreading slowly through the rest of the ancient world through trade and exploration. These early scissors were, as best archeologists can determine, made of a single piece of metal. They were mechanically two levers joined by a loop which served as a fulcrum. Each sharpened level was a scissor, and the pair was called, scissors. On about 100 A.D. Roman craftsmen developed cross-blade scissors. That is, the blade-edges crossed and slid past each other when cutting. The looping fulcrum remained. Even now, gardening catalogs in the U.S. and Britain offer grass-edging shears that demonstrated the crossblade principle. Like the Roman model, these scissors rested in an open position after use. Early scissors, were, of note and protect their often encased in a leather for a knife. Like knives, tures scissors became the some of which exist in less is that scissors, like a given as a gift. Doing that tween giver and recipient. dangerous qualities of this chase of the knife or scissmall ranging from an shiny U.S. dime or quaring a gift of cutlery often age in case the recipient gifts must be bought.
course, sharpened. To desharpness, scissors were cover, similar to the sheath over the years in many culfocus of folk superstitions, fearful form today. The first knife, should never be will cut the relationship beThe usual evasion of the gift was the playful pursors, and the amount was English half-penny to a ter. To this day, those givtape a penny to the packdoes not know that sharp
In some cultures the cutting qualities of knives or scissors meant that they were not passed hand to hand but rather set down for a friend to pick up thus preserving the friendship. Old wives said that cutting worked more than one way: a pair of scissors placed under the pillow of a woman in labor or a person with a painful injury would cut the pain in half. And, whether given in a case or not, scissors were sometimes hung by one handle on a hook beside or over the door, their open position forming a crude cross and their exposed sharp blades threatening damage to any evil influences attempting to enter the house. Clearly the history of scissors would not be the best choice for a factual sixth-grade report. As with many inventions, modifications and improvements on an original idea came, like the idea itself, from obscure people who were too busy working to realize they were becoming a part of history. There's a certain pleasure in this obscurity. The history of scissors is the history of ordinary people making their way through the world and solving problems, very much the way we do. Now, don't run with those—they're history!
OORPYN (MIDDELOORONTSTEKING) Oorsaak: Verkoue, sinusitis, masels, skarlakenkoors. Verskyning: Gewoonlik nadat neusverstopping met afskeiding 'n paar dae geduur het; soms as komplikasie van 'n aansteeklike siekte. Simptome: Steekpyn in die oor, infeksie of verswering (te wyte aan dit wat in die geslote holte van die middeloor opbou); koors; dikwels gepardgaande neus- en/of keelinfeksie; jong kinders kan soms nie die seerplek aandui nie, maar vat kort-kort aan die aangetaste oor, of huil as dit aangeraak word, maagpyn en braking as die koors hoog is; bloederige of etterige afskeiding uit die oor nadat die pyn verminder het. Tandpyn of oorpyn word soms na die oor verwys. Duur: Pyn duur totdat verswering deur die trommelvlies na buite uitbars, of totdat 'n doeltreffende middel gebruik word. Gevare: Chroniese loopoor; mastoiditis; doofheid (tydelik in minder ernstige gevalle) Behandeling: Aspirien of parasetamol per mond; warmwatersak teen aangetaste oor; druppels, indien voorgeskryf, of lou olyfolie in die oor gedrup (maar nie as daar afskeiding voorkom nie); voorgeskrewe antibiotiese middel; as daar afskeiding uit die oor loop, word die uitwendige ooropening en skulp met 'n flou antiseptiese middel skoongewas, 'n wattepluisie liggies ingesit, en die pasiĂŤnt word aangemoedig om op daardie sy te lĂŞ alle gevalle van oorpyn behoort binne 24 uur by 'n geneesheer aangemeld te word.
The BIOME Mercedes-Benz has been an innovator for decades. You can thank the German auto manufacturer for diesel and supercharged engines on passenger cars, antilock brakes, electronic stability systems and more. But nothing could be more innovative than the BIOME concept car, unveiled at the Los Angeles Auto Show in November 2010. Here's how the official press release described the vehicle: "The Mercedes-Benz BIOME grows in a completely organic environment from seeds sown in a nursery. Out on the road the car emits pure oxygen, and at the end of its lifespan it can be simply composted or used as building material."
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Engineers from the Mercedes-Benz Advanced Design Studios in Carlsbad, Calif., created the car as part of the Los Angeles Design Challenge, which called for a safe and comfortable compact car of the future that could a c co m m o date four passengers, demonstrate good handling and weigh only 1 , 0 0 0 pounds (454 kilograms). The BIOME represents the Mercedes-Benz vision. It is made from an ultralight material called BioFibre so that the finished vehicle, though wider than a typical car, only weighs 876 pounds (397 kilograms). If you think that sounds too good to be true, then get this: The BIOME isn't assembled. It grows from two seeds -- one that forms the interior and one that forms the exterior. The wheels germinate from four additional seeds placed in the nursery. Of course, you won't find the BIOME at your local Mercedes-Benz dealer. That's because the far-out design is a vision of the future -- a concept car that's decades ahead of its time. As such, it couldn't exist today. But it might be as common as a Corolla after 20 or 30 years of innovative thinking and inspired engineering [source: Leavitt].
The Fish River Canyon The Fish River begins its journey in the Naukluft Mountains, seeking its lover, the Gariep or Orange River in the south. It flows steadily at first, dropping over two waterfalls before reaching the Löwen River and plunging into the canyon on its serpentine route to the end of the gorge at Ai-Ais. FATIGUE IMPAIRS YOUR DRIVING
Sometimes, the Fish River is calm and quiet, and at other times it hurtles through the canyon walls in a rush of water. In this way it makes its rendezvous with the Gariep and carves out the canyon's chasms, as it has done for over a hundred million years.
All drivers have to be alert behind the wheel at all times. Unexpected events on the road, like a pedestrian crossing the road without looking out for traffic or a vehicle slamming on brakes right in front of you without any warning, needs quick thinking and fast reaction – something you cannot do when you are tired! How to combat driver fatigue: A driver should be allowed to stop for a 10 minute rest after each 2 to 4 hour driving period. Always get a good night’s sleep before you drive. Don’t drive when you are tired – choose a safe place to stop and REST! Make sure you get plenty of fresh air while you drive. Don’t depend on coffee or drugs to keep you awake. Keep your eyes moving, by regularly checking your mirrors, speed and the road ahead. In winter, don’t drive with the heater blowing in your face – it will make you sleepy. Don’t drive with the cab light on – it strains your eyes and distorts your vision.
Though it was on January 1, 1990 that Mr. Bean made his television debut on England’s ITV, Rowan Atkinson began developing the character more than a decade earlier, while he was pursuing his master’s degree in electrical engineering. “I was asked in my first term at Oxford to do a sketch in this one-night show at the Oxford Playhouse, and I’d never written anything,” Atkinson recalls in The Story of Mr. Bean, a feature on The Whole Bean DVD. “I’m not really naturally a writer, so I just had to invent sort of 5 minutes of something at 48 hours’ notice. I just stood in front of the mirror and started to mess about with my face. And this strange, surreal, sort of non-speaking character evolved.”
While the beginning of Mr. Bean started by looking in the mirror, Atkinson decided to put faith in what he was doing with his face following that first successful performance at Oxford. “In the sketch the following Sunday, I just went through a whole lot of facial expressions,” Atkinson said in a BBC World Service radio interview in January. “I’m not sure whether there was a particular narrative, a logic to it, but I did my best and it certainly solicited laughter. But since then, I’ve hardly ever looked at my face … I hope it’s doing what I think it’s doing.”
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important! That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me. - Author Unknown