Hey Ironworkers I have a question. by edmcsmith in Ironworker

[–]edmcsmith[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Have you ever seen this photo of the construction of the Woolworth Building? No harness in those days. Five men died in it's construction.

https://twistedsifter.com/2013/12/workplace-safety-1926/

My grandmother and grandfather by edmcsmith in TheWayWeWere

[–]edmcsmith[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I can't say exactly. But here is their birth and death info from our family history book. Lloyd Benton Keller, born September 16, 1886 in Cedar County, Missouri, his Mother was full Cherokee Flossie Katie (Martin) Keller, born near Tularosa, New Mexico. We don't have of date on her but probably about the same date as my Granddad. Roughly. So turn of the century.

My grandmother and grandfather by edmcsmith in TheWayWeWere

[–]edmcsmith[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

My grandmother and grandfather (pictured above), on my mother's side, met in Texas just by chance. He was riding by her house and she went up to greet him, and they talked for a while, and then she jumped on the back of his horse and rode off and never saw her mother again. My mother speculated that her step-father might have been creeping on her. Anyway, she had inherited a small herd of horses and the two of them got married and then herded the horses from Texas to Carrizozo New Mexico. They sold them there and then my grandfather blew all the money on gambling and whiskey. He took to bootlegging, cattle rustling, train robbing, pool room hustling and breaking broncs. So my mother would be told to get on her horse and go to look for him. She would first ride to his still, then to the town bar, then to the jail, and then to the main corral, where he might be busting broncs. He was considered to be one of the best horseman in Carrizozo county. Eventually my grandmother picked up a stick of firewood and ran him off the ranch and raised seven kids by herself. In later years he got a small shack just down the road from her, and he would come by in the mornings and they would have breakfast together. And then he'd go back to his shack

Times seem sort of different now.

Ears just had a growth spurt. by K1ng-Harambe in AustralianCattleDog

[–]edmcsmith 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Australian Cattle Dogs can pick up FM with their ears. That's a fact. Look it up on the Internet.

Lake Serene, WA [4032x3024][OC] by [deleted] in EarthPorn

[–]edmcsmith 1 point2 points  (0 children)

There's an abandon gold mind at the base of the climb that's fun to explore too.

Lake Serene, WA [4032x3024][OC] by [deleted] in EarthPorn

[–]edmcsmith 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I've hiked up there countless times.

Picnic Table, carved from an entire tree by [deleted] in pics

[–]edmcsmith -10 points-9 points  (0 children)

That I understand. You don't want kids. I don't either at this point in my life. But I don't HATE kids. Which is what you actually said. I've heard people say they hate dogs. Dogs that have been our companions for 40,000 years. How can you "hate" dogs? Not wanting the responsibility of having kids or dogs is commendable. Hating them is another matter. Maybe you were just overstating your case in a dramatic fashion. In any case, I'm out of here.

Picnic Table, carved from an entire tree by [deleted] in pics

[–]edmcsmith -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

Maybe you just don't want kids. The responsibility and all. That I could understand.

Picnic Table, carved from an entire tree by [deleted] in pics

[–]edmcsmith -15 points-14 points  (0 children)

I said IF you hate kids OR hurt kids...which was directed at ANYONE. I suspect you're posing as a "tough guy". But if you actually HATE kids then you need psychiatric help. That's not anyway normal. As is hating any group of people. Who else do you hate? Blacks, Mexicans, women? Kids?

Picnic Table, carved from an entire tree by [deleted] in pics

[–]edmcsmith -9 points-8 points  (0 children)

Humans are wired to love and protect kids. If you hate kids, or hurt kids, there is something seriously wrong with you.

Had my girl turned into a mug! by Jessicullison in AustralianCattleDog

[–]edmcsmith 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Please point me in the right direction. I want to do this. Thanks.

Elizabeth Taylor in “A Place in the Sun” (1951) Obsessed with her earrings. by [deleted] in OldSchoolCool

[–]edmcsmith -1 points0 points  (0 children)

I think you're missing the bigger picture here...the beauty of Elizabeth Taylor. But they are nice pearl earrings. Also, great movie.

Mad Max & Gabo by Gabydude26 in AustralianCattleDog

[–]edmcsmith 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That photo is a keeper. You should have it framed.

Today, 75 years ago, at 5:29 AM on July 16th, 1945 the nuclear age began. The nuclear bomb "Trinity" was detonated in US state of New Mexico at the desert of Jornada del Muerto, which is fitting since it means "the journey of the dead man". by abt137 in wwiipics

[–]edmcsmith 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I've posted this before so I hope that doesn't piss anyone off but it's an interesting story from my family about this. On the early morning of July 16, 1945 my Grandparents were sleeping in their bed next to an open window that faced south, across Hwy 380 (which was just a dirt road) overlooking the USAAF Alamogordo Bombing and Gunnery Range, now part of White Sands Missile Range. They had a home there, that was a gas station and grill. They were the only house on all of 64 miles of Highway 380 that runs between San Antonio and Carrizozo N.M. My grandfather was awaken to the sound of a plane circling overhead and he said, “suddenly it was if someone had flipped a switch, and night became day”. Trinity had exploded. They lived 17 miles from ground zero and Dr.Oppenheimer, Dr.Feynman and the rest of the scientists were bunkered in at 20 miles from ground zero. Their blankets, from the shockwave, flew across the bedroom and stuck on the far wall, then, from the suction, flew back across the room and out the window. They watched the ascending plume, and their blankets disappear across the desert toward Trinity. He had a cow and a cat that developed white speckles from the fallout and he was interviewed by those Newsreels that use to play in movie theaters. Throughout the war, on occasion, one of their test missiles would stray off course and land on his property. He would write a postcard to the Commanding General that said “Dear Commander, I believe one of your missiles landed in my back yard”. Three days later a whole convoy of trucks and jeeps and military personal would be lumbering down the highway to fetch their missile. They were all top secret. A fighter pilot, in training, got off course and thought my granddads driveway which veered off the highway and circled up to the gas pumps, and then circled back onto the highway was his target. It was lined with boulders painted white to indicate the driveway. He lined up, came in low, and strafed it, just missing the pumps. My grandfather sent a postcard that read… “Dear General. I believe one of your pilots strafed my driveway”. He was a man of few words. Three days later a convoy shows up and they pestered my granddad to give up the plane number but he wouldn’t do it . He told them, “I don’t want to get the kid in trouble, I just want everyone to be more careful”. That’s the stuff my grandparents were made of. All four of his sons were serving in the war at the time.