Showing posts with label cemetery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cemetery. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

It Almost Kinda Feels Like It Might Be Spring

Anyone in the market for a good Elvis lamp?  There was a good one at the public market garage sale this past weekend...

Some good stuff, but didn't really find anything we wanted.  Maybe next time...

 Megan and I went to go support a friend participating in the Flower City Challenge Half-Marathon. (http://www.flowercitychallenge.com/)

Here's a kid giving fives to runners as they enter the gates to Mt. Hope Cemetery.

RUN!

"Ugh, I wouldn't wanna run up that."

The gazebo and gatehouse for the cemetery

A cobblestone hill doesn't seem like the ideal road to run a marathon on.  We were very close to seeing dozens of broken ankles.

Drums and bagpipes are an interesting way to pump up runners.  I liked it though.

Scout really likes the runners and was disappointed we didn't let her race.

Had some work to do at the Abbott's in Bushnell's Basin.  Megan liked it because it was a good excuse for ice cream.


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Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Not-So-Spooky Halloween Cemetery

Again, first things first:

1) As many of you know, I'm job hunting after moving to Rochester.  So, I've put my resume off to the left side of the blog at the top.  I've also started another blog, which essentially is just my resume at: www.MikeKrausResume.blogspot.com in case you know of anyone hiring.

2) Like me on Facebook is also to the left.

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Rich, Megan and I headed over to Mount Hope Cemetery for some historic Rochester fun.  If you're in town or interested in more info, you should check out Friends of Mount Hope Cemetery at www.fomh.org/, which gave us our tour.  It's the first municipal cemetery in the United States and this is a pic of the gatehouse.  

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Since cemeteries use to double as city parks, this gazebo was a place to hang out 

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Some fall colors with Mt. Hope's "permanent residents"

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Rich and Megan listening to the tour guide

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Hiram Sibley.  It's not the department store guy Rochestarians.  This is the guy who started Western Union Telegraph.

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Keeney was the lucky guy who arrested Susan B. Anthony for voting.

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Here's the old gal; Susan B. Anthony.  Don't know who she is or why she's important; you should be ashamed and go to this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_B._Anthony

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Here's Frederick Douglass.  Again, if you don't know who he is or why he's important; you should question your educational background and go to this site: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Douglass

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George Ellwanger's grave.  Very fitting site since George use to own the property across the street, which grew pretty trees like you see here through the Ellwanger and Barry Company.

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The grave of Bausch and Lomb.  You know, the eye care folks

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Under the tree

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The chapel.  We were here for a couple hours and didn't even see half of this place.  It's 198-acres with a bunch of other people of local and national importance including George Washington's drummer boy...

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Rachel had to go home sick, which meant I had babysitting duties last week.  So, once we completed her homework, we played Candyland, Barbie, fixed a projector, and had an intellectual conversation about Spongebob Squarepants

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Rachel as the afro-airplane!

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Megan and I went to St. Bonaventure University near the southern border of New York state to watch a soccer game with her friend Liz, who's sister is the "Bonnie's" assistant coach

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The Bonnies beat Dayton

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Liz and Megan

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See this Ewok/Gremlin looking thing?  It's named Gertie and we took care of her for a few days and sometimes she liked it because we played with her.  Sometimes she didn't when she seemed to try to spite me by peeing on the floor.  GERTIE!!!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Mike and Megan's Honeymoon: Day 3 - Hiding From the Sun

June 30th

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So, our skin is fried. We had the 200 SPF sunblock, applied it 20 times and scorched our lily white northern skin. So, this was a day to hide from the sun as much as possible. And here Megan and I are under our tree in the plaza drinking Sangria with a few other of the town winos...

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They have a 7-11 here? No, just a 7 Days...

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After walking the beaches east the day before, we decided to try going west and quickly became discouraged by a harbor we knew was there, a sun so intense it was turning us into bacon, and an expanse of land so vast we lost hope. But, this was a pretty view.

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It appears Albufeira hired an architect from L.A. or Miami to design the Marina Apartments on their west side and everyone decided to stay as far away from them as possible. It's another sign that wide roads and plentiful parking do not make good cities. The bright colors are nice though...

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Festival of the Suckling Pig! Finally something to do. What "Bairrada right by your side" means is still a mystery that I don't think I want to know...

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A short, fat palm.

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The cemetery I almost died in. It's a nice little place on Rua Sir Cliff Richard with interesting at grade graves covered in tile, photos, and fake flowers. Megan and I were just checking it out when a large Atlantic seagull bellowed at us. It seemed irritated, but nothing unusual. A bit later it did the same thing, but louder and continuous. I was near a tree and we decided to walk away from it because it must of had chicks in it or something. As soon as I moved further from the tree the seagull went nuts and dove at me. Luckily, I had the big backpack my new big brother Dave gave me for Christmas and used it as a shield. Seagulls started to fly out from all the trees and attack me. Megan bolted. It was like the movie The Birds and I tried making my way to the cemetery entrance swinging my backpack at every seagull dive bombing my head. Eventually, they left me along and I saw the Cemetery attendant laughing her ass off and pointing to the tree saying, "babies." That was my first Portuguese near-death experience...

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The place I'd by in Albufeira to fix up if it was a bit closer to my job. The green tile exterior makes it along with the walls made of a pile of rocks.

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The last fisherman boat left on the beach for the tourists' sake.

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Nice fishing boat logo

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You would think that the sun would lose it's intensity later in the day and you would be wrong.

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Me getting sunburned through my shirt

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A little boy and his inflatable tube looking for a river in what appears to be heaven...

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Drinking Port wine, grown in a local we'll visit later, at the hotel before getting dinner. Our hotel manager chatted us up a bit since most of the tourists they get are European, very few Americans. US: "So, is the weather always this nice here? We haven't even seen a cloud."
Hotel Manager: "No, in December and January, it can get bad. We'll get rain." Sounds terrible...

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YEAH! THE SUN FINALLY SET! We went to the pharmacy to get aloe, which the pharmacist told me was called "solar no-no." My lack of Portuguese and his broken English made for a great medical recipe.

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A local band rocking the local folk music in the main plaza.

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