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Huntington renters insurance policies provide us with the basic property protection we need as well as the liability coverage that we really ought to have in case anything should happen leading to a negligence filing against us. Renters don't have to carry or pay for insurance plans for the homes in which they live, as this is the domain and the responsibility of their landlords. However, a landlord insurance plan does not cover losses to tenant property unless it can be shown that the landlord's negligence directly led to the loss event. This is tough to prove, and certainly nothing to count on as a renter. Getting Huntington renters insurance is a much better plan because it sets us up to be covered in any insurable loss circumstance.
Cost of Huntington Renter Coverage
Huntington WV renters can get into policies that provide the protection they need for generally reasonable rates, because these plans tend to be very affordable overall. There are some things that can affect expenses, of course, and it is always good to get some estimates for Huntington renters insurance so that you can see what you are up against as a potential policyholder. Saving money on a West Virginia rental insurance policy is best accomplished by spreading out your options and taking a look at multiple ways you could go about getting the plan you are looking for. Whether you rent an apartment or a condo does not matter, since the coverage is focused on the things you own and not the physical dwelling.
With that being said, the location of the place you are renting is important based on the fact that claims history at the address will be taken into account. If a townhouse or loft is located somewhere in town where a lot of break ins occur, for example, the price of Huntington renters insurance will be higher as a result. There are numerous other factors that go into underwriting and setting premium levels for these policies, and potential policyholders should know everything they can about these different factors because there are some things we can do to change some of them in our favor and thus potentially lower the cost of being insured. Learn everything about what goes into a rental property liability insurance policy price and take steps to lower your total investment.
Comparing West Virginia Renters Policies
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Huntington residents who live in rentals with their families need to realize that they have to make choices on these policies to benefit their loved ones as well as themselves. Huntington renters insurance helps you deal with the unknown and face the unfortunate in your life living in rented dwellings. It is the most inexpensive way for West Virginia locals to get protected from liability concerns and to place a shield around their possessions. Top notch insurance like this that can be had for such a low price is essential for all of us who rent the homes we live in. When we enroll in plans like these, we are in essence placing our families under an umbrella of financial protection from all the loss types that are insurable for folks like us. Get Huntington renters insurance for a low cost when you use our free quote form to compare local providers.


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The NRV7 is much more than just a remote VFO. Designed to operate with the Drake TR7 Transceiver it also includes a built in CW Keyer with six 15 character CW memories, a PS/2 interface to allow keyboard control of the NRV7 and also send CW. A built in sound card with a single cable USB connection to a PC allows easy digital mode operation. For SSB operation a VOGAD Speech Compressor is also included. But the real power of the NRV7 is the second USB interface that allows the VFO to be controlled from a logging / rig control program. Use a mouse to click the operating frequency right to the VFO for instant QSY. See the YouTube video by Mike, W2BY, of the NRV7 and PAN7 in operation at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_WM1OIbqUE
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A stone's throw from the Golden State Highway, Elk Grove apartments for rent allow you easy access to everything that California has to offer. Although, you will be reluctant to leave the Sacramento community that provides all the necessary amenities and luxuries that makes settling down easy.
If you are looking to get out and socialize for the night, you have a variety of options right on the main routes of Elk Grove Boulevard and Elk Grove Florin Road. The Brick House Restaurant and Lounge is a great establishment for either bringing the family out to eat or getting a drink by yourself. Mingle with the locals as you enjoy live music on weekends as well as the restaurant's lunch, dinner or brunch menu. The Elk Grove Sports Bar and Grill is a great place to watch the game or get a few drinks as you indulge in one of the establishment's daily specials.
Don't hesitate to get some reading done at the Elk Grove Library, where you can enjoy their exhaustive catalog of books. If you are looking for something fun and productive for the children, the library also offers summer programs for the little ones.
Bring some music to your Elk Grove apartment and stop in at Dimple Records. It is your one stop shop for all of your multimedia needs - with the latest album and movie releases that will help liven your place as you enjoy your favorite top 40 artists. Or you can make some tunes yourself with an instrument purchased at Skip's Music on Elk Grove Florin Road.
Keeping in touch with friends through letters, or sending and receiving packages is made easy with the US Post Office as well as the UPS Store right in the neighborhood.
Looking for apartments in the Elk Grove area? Look no further than ApartmentGuide.com to find Sacramento Elk Grove apartments for rent and learn more about this neighborhood.


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Ms. Monika Nemeth
Ms. Mónika Németh
Had worked at Magyar Telekom since year 2000 as HoD in Hungarian and international regulatory area. Was the operational manager of the transformation project within Telekom during the EU accession and the market liberalization. Also, managed a country-wide rural broadband development project launched within the related EU financed Government program. Later on as Business Development HoD managed and launched the T-City program of Magyar Telekom in Szolnok and also managed the Telekom related projects within the Hungarian Mobility and Multimedia Cluster. Joined the State Secretariat for Infocommunication within the Natonal Development Ministry in 2010 and as an HoD was responsible for the infocommunication strategy development and implementation and also for programs aiming to decrease digital illiteracy in Hungary.


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There are multiple parking lots throughout the Festival. Some of these lots fill earlier than others, but ALL lots are serviced by the FREE shuttle. Please visit our online map for shuttle stops, routes, parking options and event locations.
• Park free for up to 4 hours in most Harbor lots. Please remember, 4 hours maximum in these lots. All parking lots are monitored by Orange County Sheriff's Department so please do check your watch when you park and keep an eye on the time. No matter where you park the FREE shuttle services all event locations.
• Park at Doheny State Beach ALL day or for $3 per hour with a $6 minimum payable at automated pay machines/kiosks located in the parking lots. Hourly parking rates at Doheny State Beach are available at the numerous automated payment machine kiosks located throughout the park, or better yet through the PassportParking Mobile Pay app for smartphones and tablets. This app is available for both iPhones and Android phones (App Store and Google Play). Sign up online at https://ppprk.com/park/. The benefit of the PassportParking Mobile Pay application is in addition to making the initial payment for parking, time can also be added remotely in case you are having a great time at the harbor events and don't want to return to the parking lot just yet to retrieve your car!


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The Slaugham Archive
Linda Knight (née Brown) Year: 1928 Villages: HandcrossThe Brown family from Ashfold, Handcross
My family used to live in North Lodge on the Ashfold estate and here are two photographs taken of them in the field opposite the house.
The main photograph shows the whole family.
From the left, standing: Arthur Brown (married Hepsy Doggett), James W Brown (my grandfather), Elizabeth Brown (my grandmother), Frank Brown.
Seated: James P "Jim" Brown, Peter Brown (my father), Leslie "Dick" Brown.
Select Large Version to view a similar photograph, but with just the children and their bikes.
Back row: Arthur Brown, Leslie "Dick" Brown, Frank Brown.
Front row: James "Jim" Brown, Peter Brown (my father).
In recent days my 94-year-old father has been recalling his life at South Lodge, where he was born, and North Lodge to where the family moved a little later.
Click on Open Document to read my notes made during our conversations. Also attached is a map (dated 1874, revised 1909) of the area covered. Lower left is Ashfold house, and slightly right of centre is Ashfold farmhouse with the Cow Pond (picture #2045) to the south and North lodge to the north.
To the right of the farmhouse is marked a gasometer, but evidence of some type of metal container is non-existent so far! However, it seems that water or oil was used as a way of providing a seal to stop the gas leaking. On the map the gasometer is marked as a small circular structure. One assumes that the gas was used for heating, lighting and cooking purposes.
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True Blossom
Stolen Jars, Fits, Shormey
Mon, April 29, 2019
8:00 pm
Baby's All Right
Brooklyn, NY
This event is 21 and overhttps://babysallright.ticketfly.com/event/1840304/
Stolen Jars
Each track on glint, Stolen Jars' visual EP, starts with an impossibly small sound – a keyboard briefly glimmering in warm light, a finger sliding down the neck of a guitar, a chord strummed with just enough space in between the strings that each note sounds alone. Cody Fitzgerald, the group's songwriter and center of gravity, started writing as Stolen Jars in 2011, and in its evolution his small and intricate introductions have grown into full, powerful statements. Following the success of 2015's sophomore LP Kept – NPR's Bob Boilen named Stolen Jars as one of his top ten bands to watch at CMJ, the Deli Magazine featured the band on the cover of its CMJ issue, Stereogum and Consequence of Sound premiered the album's singles, and the Village Voice ran a feature on the the band's songwriting practice – glint finds beauty in brief moments of reflection, elongating them with deft chamber orchestration, sorrowfully penned lyrics, and vocal performances from Fitzgerald and collaborator Molly Grund that guide each track from tension to reconciliation and back again. A constellation of musicians orbits the band – vocalist Sarah Coffey, drummer Matt Marsico, guitarists Connor McGuigan and Peter Enriquez, and keyboard players Grant Meyer and Max Finkelstein make contributions to Stolen Jars and push the band's energy to its outer edges during live shows.
Venue Information:
Baby's All Right
146 Broadway
Brooklyn, NY, 11211
Baby's All Right
146 Broadway
Brooklyn, NY, 11211


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Dark Moon - Mystery's, Horror, Pulp, Short Stories and The
The Story of Yand Manor House
by E. and H. Heron
By Looking through the notes of Mr. Flaxman Low, one sometimes
catches through the steel-blue hardness of facts, the pink flush of
romance, or more often the black corner of a horror unnameable. The
following story may serve as an instance of the latter. Mr. Low not
only unravelled the mystery at Yand, but at the same time justified
his life-work to M. Thierry, the well-known French critic and
At the end of a long conversation, M. Thierry, arguing from his own
standpoint as a materialist, had said:
"The factor in the human economy which you call 'soul' cannot be
"I admit that," replied Low. "Yet, when a man dies, is there not
one factor unaccounted for in the change that comes upon him? Yes! For
though his body still exists, it rapidly falls to pieces, which proves
that that has gone which held it together."
The Frenchman laughed, and shifted his ground.
"Well, for my part, I don't believe in ghosts! Spirit
manifestations, occult phenomena—is not this the ashbin into which a
certain clique shoot everything they cannot understand, or for which
they fail to account?"
"Then what should you say to me, Monsieur, if I told you that I
have passed a good portion of my life in investigating this particular
ashbin, and have been lucky enough to sort a small part of its
contents with tolerable success?" replied Flaxman Low.
"The subject is doubtless interesting—but I should like to have
some personal experience in the matter," said Thierry dubiously.
"I am at present investigating a most singular case," said Low.
"Have you a day or two to spare?"
Thierry thought for a minute or more.
"I am grateful," he replied. "But, forgive me, is it a convincing
"Come with me to Yand and see. I have been there once already, and
came away for the purpose of procuring information from MSS. to which
I have the privilege of access, for I confess that the phenomena at
Yand lie altogether outside any former experience of mine.
Low sank back into his chair with his hands clasped behind his
head—a favourite position of his—and the smoke of his long pipe
curled up lazily into the golden face of an Isis, which stood behind
him on a bracket. Thierry, glancing across, was struck by the strange
likeness between the faces of the Egyptian goddess and this scientist
of the nineteenth century. On both rested the calm, mysterious
abstraction of some unfathomable thought. As he looked, he decided.
"I have three days to place at your disposal."
"I thank you heartily," replied Low. "To be associated with so
brilliant a logician as yourself in an inquiry of this nature is more
than I could have hoped for! The material with which I have to deal is
so elusive, the whole subject is wrapped in such obscurity and hampered
by so much prejudice, that I can find few really qualified persons who
care to approach these investigations seriously. I go down to Yand
this evening, and hope not to leave without clearing up the mystery.
You will accompany me?"
"Most certainly. Meanwhile pray tell me something of the affair."
"Briefly the story is as follows. Some weeks ago I went to Yand
Manor House at the request of the owner, Sir George Blackburton, to
see what I could make of the events which took place there. All they
complain of is the impossibility of remaining in one room—the
"What then is he like, this M. le Spook?" asked the Frenchman,
"No one has ever seen him, or for that matter heard him."
"Then how—"
"You can't see him, nor hear him, nor smell him," went on Low, "but
you can feel him and— taste him!"
"Mon Dieu! But this is singular! Is he then of so bad a. flavour?"
"You shall taste for yourself," answered Flaxman Low smiling.
"After a certain hour no one can remain in the room, they are simply
crowded out."
"But who crowds them out?" asked Thierry.
"That is just what I hope we may discover to-night or tomorrow."
The last train that night dropped Mr. Flaxman Low and his companion
at a little station near Yand. It was late, but a trap in waiting soon
carried them to the Manor House. The big bulk of the building stood up
in absolute blackness before them.
"Blackburton was to have met us, but I suppose he has not yet
arrived," said Low. "Hullo! the door is open," he added as he stepped
into the hall.
Beyond a dividing curtain they now perceived a light. Passing
behind this curtain they found themselves at the end of the long hall,
the wide staircase opening up in front of them.
"But who is this?" exclaimed Thierry.
Swaying and stumbling at every step, there tottered slowly down the
stairs the figure of a man.
He looked as if he had been drinking, his face was livid, and his
eyes sunk into his head.
"Thank Heaven you've come! I heard you outside," he said in a weak
"It's Sir George Blackburton," said Low, as the man lurched forward
and pitched into his arms.
They laid him down on the rugs and tried to restore consciousness.
"He has the air of being drunk, but it is not so," remarked
Thierry. "Monsieur has had a bad shock of the nerves. See the pulses
drumming in his throat."
In a few minutes Blackburton opened his eyes and staggered to his
"Come. I could not remain there alone. Come quickly."
They went rapidly across the hall, Blackburton leading the way down
a wide passage to a double-leaved door, which, after a perceptible
pause, he threw open, and they all entered together.
On the great table in the centre stood an extinguished lamp, some
scattered food, and a big, lighted candle. But the eyes of all three
men passed at once to a dark recess beside the heavy, carved
chimneypiece, where a rigid shape sat perched on the back of a huge,
oak chair.
Flaxman Low snatched up the candle and crossed the room towards it.
On the top of the chair, with his feet upon the arms, sat a
powerfully-built young man huddled up. His mouth was open, and his
eyes twisted upwards. Nothing further could be seen from below but the
ghastly pallor of cheek and throat.
"Who is this?" cried Low. Then he laid his hand gently on the man's
At the touch the figure collapsed in a heap upon the floor, the
gaping, set, terrified face turned up to theirs.
"He's dead!" said Low after a hasty examination. "I should say he's
been dead some hours."
"Oh, Lord! Poor Batty!" groaned Sir George, who was entirely
unnerved. "I'm glad you've come."
"Who is he?" said Thierry, "and what was he doing here?"
"He's a gamekeeper of mine. He was always anxious to try
conclusions with the ghost, and last night he begged me to lock him in
here with food for twenty-four hours. I refused at first, but then I
thought if anything happened while he was in here alone, it would
interest you. Who could imagine it would end like this?"
"When did you find him?" asked Low.
"I only got here from my mother's half an hour ago. I turned on the
light in the hall and came in here with a candle. As I entered the
room, the candle went out, and—and—I think I must be going mad."
"Tell us everything you saw," urged Low.
"You will think I am beside myself; but as the light went out and I
sank almost paralysed into an armchair, I saw two barred eyes looking
at me!"
"Barred eyes? What do you mean?"
"Eyes that looked at me through thin vertical bars, like the bars
of a cage. What's that?"
With a smothered yell Sir George sprang back. He had approached the
dead man and declared something had brushed his face.
"You were standing on this spot under the overmantel. I will remain
here. Meantime, my dear Thierry, I feel sure you will help Sir George
to carry this poor fellow to some more suitable place," said Flaxman
When the dead body of the young gamekeeper had been carried out,
Low passed slowly round and about the room. At length he stood under
the old carved overmantel, which reached to the ceiling and projected
bodily forward in quaint heads of satyrs and animals. One of these on
the side nearest the recess represented a griffin with a flanged
mouth. Sir George had been standing directly below this at the moment
when he felt the touch on his face. Now alone in the dim, wide room,
Flaxman Low stood on the same spot and waited. The candle threw its
dull yellow rays on the shadows which seemed to gather closer and wait
also. Presently a distant door banged, and Low, leaning forward to
listen, distinctly felt something on the back of his neck!
He swung round. There was nothing! He searched carefully on all
sides, then put his hand up to the griffin's head. Again came the same
soft touch, this time upon his hand, as if something had floated past
on the air.
This was definite. The griffin's head located it. Taking the candle
to examine more closely, Low found four long black hairs depending
from the jagged fangs. He was detaching them when Thierry reappeared.
"We must get Sir George away as soon as possible," he said.
"Yes, we must take him away, I fear," agreed Low. "Our
investigation must be put off till to-morrow."
On the following day they returned to Yand. It was a large
country-house, pretty and old-fashioned, with lattice windows and deep
gables, that looked out between tall shrubs and across lawns set with
beaupots, where peacocks sunned themselves on the velvet turf. The
church spire peered over the trees on one side; and an old wall
covered with ivy and creeping plants, and pierced at intervals with
arches, alone separated the gardens from the churchyard.
The haunted room lay at the back of the house. It was square and
handsome, and furnished in the style of the last century. The oak
overmantel reached to the ceiling, and a wide window, which almost
filled one side of the room, gave a view of the west door of the
Low stood for a moment at the open window looking out at the level
sunlight which flooded the lawns and parterres.
"See that door sunk in the church wall to the left?" said Sir
George's voice at his elbow. "That is the door of the family vault.
Cheerful outlook, isn't it?"
"I should like to walk across there presently," remarked Low.
"What! Into the vault?" asked Sir George, with a harsh laugh. "I'll
take you if you like.
Anything else I can show you or tell you?"
"Yes. Last night I found this hanging from the griffin's head,"
said Low, producing the thin wisp of black hair. "It must have touched
your cheek as you stood below. Do you know to whom it can belong?"
"It's a woman's hair! No, the only woman who has been in this room
to my knowledge for months is an old servant with grey hair, who
cleans it," returned Blackburton. "I'm sure it was not here when I
locked Batty in."
"It is human hair, exceedingly coarse and long uncut," said Low;
"but it is not necessarily a woman's."
"It is not mine at any rate, for I'm sandy; and poor Batty was
fair. Good-night; I'll come round for you in the morning."
Presently, when the night closed in, Thierry and Low settled down
in the haunted room to await developments. They smoked and talked deep
into the night. A big lamp burned brightly on the table, and the
surroundings looked homely and desirable.
Thierry made a remark to that effect, adding that perhaps the ghost
might see fit to omit his usual visit.
"Experience goes to prove that ghosts have a cunning habit of
choosing persons either credulous or excitable to experiment upon," he
To M. Thierry's surprise, Flaxman Low agreed with him.
"They certainly choose suitable persons," he said," that is, not
credulous persons, but those whose senses are sufficiently keen to
detect the presence of a spirit. In my own investigations, I try to
eliminate what you would call the supernatural element. I deal with
these mysterious affairs as far as possible on material lines."
"Then what do you say of Batty's death? He died of fright—
"I hardly think so. The manner of his death agrees in a peculiar
manner with what we know of the terrible history of this room. He died
of fright and pressure combined. Did you hear the doctor's remark? It
was significant. He said: 'The indications are precisely those I have
observed in persons who have been crushed and killed in a crowd!' "
"That is sufficiently curious, I allow. I see that it is already
past two o'clock. I am thirsty; I will have a little seltzer." Thierry
rose from his chair, and, going to the side-board, drew a tumblerful
from the syphon. "Pah! What an abominable taste!"
"What? The seltzer?"
"Not at all?" returned the Frenchman irritably. "I have not touched
it yet. Some horrible fly has flown into my mouth, I suppose. Pah!
"What is it like?" asked Flaxman Low, who was at the moment wiping
his own mouth with his handkerchief.
"Like? As if some repulsive fungus had burst in the mouth."
"Exactly. I perceive it also. I hope you are about to be
"What?" exclaimed Thierry, turning his big figure round and staring
at Low. "You don't mean As he spoke the lamp suddenly went out.
"Why, then, have you put the lamp out at such a moment?" cried
Thierry, "I have not put it out. Light the candle beside you on the
table.".Low heard the Frenchman's grunt of satisfaction as he found the
candle, then the scratch of a match. It sputtered and went out.
Another match and another behaved in the same manner, while Thierry
swore freely under his breath.
"Let me have your matches, Monsieur Flaxman; mine are, no doubt
damp," he said at last.
Low rose to feel his way across the room. The darkness was dense.
"It is the darkness of Egypt—it may be felt. Where then are you,
my dear friend?" he heard Thierry saying, but the voice seemed a long
way off.
"I am coming," he answered, "but it's so hard to get along." After
Low had spoken the words, their meaning struck him.
He paused and tried to realise in what part of the room he was. The
silence was profound, and the growing sense of oppression seemed like
a nightmare. Thierry's voice sounded again, faint and receding.
"I am suffocating, Monsieur Flaxman, where are you? I am near the
door. Ach!"
A strangling bellow of pain and fear followed, that scarcely
reached Low through the thickening atmosphere.
"Thierry, what is the matter with you?" he shouted. "Open the
But there was no answer. What had become of Thierry in that
hideous, clogging gloom! Was he also dead, crushed in some ghastly
fashion against the wall? What was this? The air had become palpable
to the touch, heavy, repulsive, with the sensation of cold humid
Low pushed out his hands with a mad longing to touch a table, a
chair, anything but this clammy, swelling softness that thrust itself
upon him from every side, baffling him and filling his grasp.
He knew now that he was absolutely alone—struggling against what?
His feet were slipping in his wild efforts to feel the floor—the dank
flesh was creeping upon his neck, his cheek—his breath came short and
labouring as the pressure swung him gently to and fro, helpless,
The clammy flesh crowded upon him like the bulk of some fat,
horrible creature; then came a stinging pain on the cheek. Low
clutched at something—there was a crash and a rush of air— The next
sensation of which Mr. Flaxman Low was conscious was one of deathly
sickness. He was lying on wet grass, the wind blowing over him, and
all the clean, wholesome smells of the open air in his nostrils.
He sat up and looked about him. Dawn was breaking windily in the
east, and by its light he saw that he was on the lawn of Yand Manor
House. The latticed window of the haunted room above him was open. He
tried to remember what had happened. He took stock of himself, in fact,
and slowly felt that he still held something clutched in his right
hand—something dark-coloured, slender, and twisted. It might have
been a long shred of bark or the cast skin of an adder—it was
impossible to see in the dim light.
After an interval the recollection of Thierry recurred to him.
Scrambling to his feet, he raised himself to the window-sill and
looked in. Contrary to his expectation, there was no upsetting of
furniture; everything remained in position as when the lamp went out.
His own chair and the one Thierry had occupied were just as when they
had arisen from them. But there was no sign of Thierry.
Low jumped in by the window. There was the tumbler full of seltzer,
and the litter of matches about it. He took up Thierry's box of
matches and struck a light. It flared, and he lit the candle with ease.
In fact, everything about the room was perfectly normal; all the
horrible conditions prevailing but a couple of hours ago had
But where was Thierry? Carrying the lighted candle, he passed out
of the door, and searched in the adjoining rooms. In one of them, to
his relief, he found the Frenchman sleeping profoundly in an armchair.
Low touched his arm. Thierry leapt to his feet, fending off an
imaginary blow with his arm.
Then he turned his scared face on Low.
"What! You, Monsieur Flaxman! How have you escaped?"
"I should rather ask you how you escaped," said Low, smiling at the
havoc the night's experiences had worked on his friend's looks and
"I was crowded out of the room against the door. That infernal
thing—what was it?—with its damp, swelling flesh, inclosed me!" A
shudder of disgust stopped him. "I was a fly in an aspic. I could not
move. I sank into the stifling pulp. The air grew thick. I called to
you, but your answers became inaudible. Then I was suddenly thrust
against the door by a huge hand—it felt like one, at least. I had a
struggle for my life, I was all but crushed, and then, I do not know
how, I found myself outside the door. I shouted to you in vain.
Therefore, as I could not help you, I came here, and—I will confess
it, my dear friend—I locked and bolted the door. After some time I
went again into the hall and listened; but, as I heard nothing, I
resolved to wait until daylight and the return of Sir George."
"That's all right," said Low. "It was an experience worth having."
"But, no! Not for me! I do not envy you your researches into
mysteries of this abominable description. I now comprehend perfectly
that Sir George has lost his nerve if he has had to do with this
horror. Besides, it is entirely impossible to explain these things."
At this moment they heard Sir George's arrival, and went out to
meet him.
"I could not sleep all night for thinking of you!" exclaimed
Blackburton on seeing them; "and I came along as soon as it was light.
Something has happened."
"But certainly something has happened," cried M. Thierry shaking
his head solemnly; "something of the most bizarre, of the most
horrible! Monsieur Flaxman, you shall tell Sir George this story. You
have been in that accursed room all night, and remain alive to tell the
As Low came to the conclusion of the story Sir George suddenly
"You have met with some injury to your face, Mr. Low."
Low turned to the mirror. In the now strong light three parallel
weals from eye to mouth could be seen.
"I remember a stinging pain like a lash on my cheek. What would you
say these marks were caused by, Thierry?" asked Low.
Thierry looked at them and shook his head.
"No one in their senses would venture to offer any explanation of
the occurrences of last night," he replied.
"Something of this sort, do you think?" asked Low again, putting
down the object he held in his hand on the table.
Thierry took it up and described it aloud.
"A long and thin object of a brown and yellow colour and twisted
like a sabre-bladed corkscrew," then he started slightly and glanced
at Low.
"It's a human nail, I imagine," suggested Low.
"But no human being has talons of this kind—except, perhaps, a
Chinaman of high rank."
"There are no Chinamen about here, nor ever have been, to my
knowledge," said Blackburton shortly. "I'm very much afraid that, in
spite of all you have so bravely faced, we are no nearer to any
rational explanation."
"On the contrary, I fancy I begin to see my way. I believe, after
all, that I may be able to convert you, Thierry," said Flaxman Low.
"Convert me?"
"To a belief in the definite aim of my work. But you shall judge
for yourself. What do you make of it so far? I claim that you know as
much of the matter as I do."
"My dear good friend, I make nothing of it," returned Thierry,
shrugging his shoulders and spreading out his hands. "Here we have a
tissue of unprecedented incidents that can be explained on no theory
"But this is definite," and Flaxman Low held up the blackened nail.
"And how do you propose to connect that nail with the black
hairs—with the eyes that looked through the bars of a cage—the fate
of Batty, with its symptoms of death by pressure and suffocation—our
experience of swelling flesh, that something which filled and filled
the room to the exclusion of all else? How are you going to account
for these things by any kind of connected hypothesis?" asked Thierry,
with a shade of irony.
"I mean to try," replied Low.
At lunch time Thierry inquired how the theory was getting on.
"It progresses," answered Low. "By the way, Sir George, who lived
in this house for some time prior to, say, 1840? He was a man—it may
have been a woman, but, from the nature of his studies, I am inclined
to think it was a man—who was deeply read in ancient necromancy,
Eastern magic, mesmerism, and subjects of a kindred nature. And was he
not buried in the vault you pointed out?"
"Do you know anything more about him?" asked Sir George in
"He was I imagine," went on Flaxman Low reflectively, "hirsute and
swarthy, probably a recluse, and suffered from a morbid and
extravagant fear of death."
"How do you know all this?"
"I only asked about it. Am I right?"
"You have described my cousin, Sir Gilbert Blackburton, in every
particular. I can show you his portrait in another room."
As they stood looking at the painting of Sir Gilbert Blackburton,
with his long, melancholy, olive face and thick, black beard, Sir
George went on. "My grandfather succeeded him at Yand. I have often
heard my father speak of Sir Gilbert, and his strange studies and
extraordinary fear of death. Oddly enough, in the end he died rather
suddenly, while he was still hale and strong. He predicted his own
approaching death, and had a doctor in attendance for a week or two
before he died. He was placed in a coffin he had had made on some plan
of his own and buried in the vault.
His death occurred in 1842 or 1843. If you care to see them I can
show you some of his papers, which may interest you."
Mr. Flaxman Low spent the afternoon over the papers. When evening
came, he rose from his work with a sigh of content, stretched himself,
and joined Thierry and Sir George in the garden.
They dined at Lady Blackburton's, and it was late before Sir George
found himself alone with Mr. Flaxman Low and his friend.
"Have you formed any opinion about the thing which haunts the Manor
House?" he asked anxiously.
Thierry elaborated a cigarette, crossed his legs, and added:."If
you have in truth come to any definite conclusion, pray let us hear it,
my dear Monsieur Flaxman."
"I have reached a very definite and satisfactory conclusion,"
replied Low. "The Manor House is haunted by Sir Gilbert Blackburton,
who died, or, rather, who seemed to die, on the 15 th of August,
"Nonsense! The nail fifteen inches long at the least—how do you
connect it with Sir Gilbert?"
asked Blackburton testily.
"I am convinced that it belonged to Sir Gilbert," Low answered.
"But the long black hair like a woman's?"
"Dissolution in the case of Sir Gilbert was not complete—not
consummated, so to speak—as I hope to show you later. Even in the
case of dead persons the hair and nails have been known to grow. By a
rough calculation as to the growth of nails in such cases, I was
enabled to indicate approximately the date of Sir Gilbert's death. The
hair too grew on his head."
"But the barred eyes? I saw them myself!" exclaimed the young man.
"The eyelashes grow also. You follow me?"
"You have, I presume, some theory in connection with this?"
observed Thierry. " It must be a very curious one."
"Sir Gilbert in his fear of death appears to have mastered and
elaborated a strange and ancient formula by which the grosser factors
of the body being eliminated, the more ethereal portions continue to
retain the spirit, and the body is thus preserved from absolute
disintegration. In this manner true death may be indefinitely
deferred. Secure from the ordinary chances and changes of existence,
this spiritualised body could retain a modified life practically for
"This is a most extraordinary idea, my dear fellow," remarked
"But why should Sir Gilbert haunt the Manor House, and one special
"The tendency of spirits to return to the old haunts of bodily life
is almost universal. We cannot yet explain the reason of this
attraction of environment."
"But the expansion—the crowding substance which we ourselves felt?
You cannot meet that difficulty," said Thierry persistently.
"Not as fully as I could wish, perhaps. But the power of expanding
and contracting to a degree far beyond our comprehension is a
well-known attribute of spiritualised matter."
"Wait one little moment, my dear Monsieur Flaxman," broke in
Thierry's voice after an interval; "this is very clever and ingenious
indeed. As a theory I give it my sincere admiration.
But proof—proof is what we now demand."
Flaxman Low looked steadily at the two incredulous faces.
"This," he said slowly, "is the hair of Sir Gilbert Blackburton,
and this nail is from the little finger of his left hand. You can
prove my assertion by opening the coffin."
Sir George, who was pacing up and down the room impatiently, drew
"I don't like it at all, Mr. Low, I tell you frankly. I don't like
it at all. I see no object in violating the coffin. I am not concerned
to verify this unpleasant theory of yours. I have only one desire; I
want to get rid of this haunting presence, whatever it is."
"If I am right," replied Low, "the opening of the coffin and
exposure of the remains to strong sunshine for a short time will free
you for ever from this presence."
In the early morning, when the summer sun struck warmly on the
lawns of Yand, the three men carried the coffin from the vault to a
quiet spot among the shrubs where, secure from observation, they
raised the lid.
Within the coffin lay the semblance of Gilbert Blackburton, maned to
the ears with long and coarse black hair. Matted eyelashes swept the
fallen cheeks, and beside the body stretched the bony hands, each with
its dependent sheaf of switch-like nails. Low bent over and raised the
left hand gingerly.
The little finger was without a nail!
Two hours later they came back and looked again. The sun had in the
meantime done its work; nothing remained but a fleshless skeleton and
a few half-rotten shreds of clothing.
The ghost of Yand Manor House has never since been heard of.
When Thiery bade Flaxman Low good-bye, he said:
"In time, my dear Monsieur Flaxman, you will add another to our
sciences. You establish your facts too well for my peace of mind."


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Mike Johnson was no different from most. The former Maple Leafs forward thought he'd end his career playing in Europe and eventually ease his way into the financial world thanks to a degree in finance, obtained 12 years ago at Bowling Green University.
But when Johnson decided last January that his magnificent adventure with the Cologne Sharks wasn't working out, he was content to play golf and spend more time with his wife and two young daughters. Second career plans weren't quite formulated when he got a call from XM Radio a couple of months ago.
A handful of Johnson's appearances on TSN and The Score piqued XM's interest and he was asked to fill in on the weekend satellite radio show from Wayne Gretzky's restaurant.
They obviously liked what they saw and Johnson quickly became a regular. He appears daily on XM's NHL Power Play show, simulcast on the NHL Network. He also won a full-time gig on the network's NHL on the Fly.
"It's all very new to me, which keeps it exciting," says Johnson, who scored 129 goals in his 11-year NHL career.
The 35-year-old Scarborough native looks like a natural, with a good sense of humour and some solid insights into the game.
"He's a very smart man and he's got a great future," says Joe Thistel, XM's program director.
Johnson says his biggest challenge is accepting that he's no longer a player.
"Now, I'm supposed to be an analyst and be able to critique former colleagues," he says. "It's tricky. I might be saying something negative about a player who's vastly superior to what I was and I can imagine that guy thinking, `What's Mike Johnson talking about? I'm twice the player he was.'
"So you have to get over that and realize that I'm doing a job and that's what I have to do."
One of Johnson's strengths is that he hasn't tried to be somebody he isn't.
"I'm not Dick Vitale by any stretch so I have to be myself," he says.
The show is the latest in an alarmingly growing list of radio shows on television. It's a daily two hours of hockey talk that features shots of Johnson and host Scott Laughlin standing and talking to guests on the phone.
The talk is good, though, and the guests are interesting. It might have trouble finding an audience here, but it could get some attention in the U.S., where hockey talk is rare.


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All of our pupils have a voice and actively participate in our class and school councils.
Read below to find out what we have been working on recently.
2018 - 2019
Chairman - Lex
Vice chairman - Lola
Secretary - Eva
Treasurer- Lily
Photography and Media - Charlie and Max
Eco Warriors - Shea and Alfie
True Lawns Parker inspectors (Super Troopers) - Beth and Connie
Book Worms - Tyler and Chelsea
Chairman: Harry
Vice chairman: Jake
Secretaries: Neophy and Macey
Treasurer: Adam
Photography and Media – Grace and Connor
Eco Warriors: Edward, Miller and Eva
True Lawns Parker inspectors: Pat and Lily
Autumn 2: Friday 3rd November 2017
School Councillors discussed whether it would be plausible to have lockers installed in our cloakrooms. Their concerns were that children may lose the keys to their locker; there is already limited space; some children wouldn't be able to reach the top lockers and the cost is high at £3000. School council decided against having lockers.
How can we select our cloakroom buddies and what is their role?
School Councillors created a job list for prospective buddies. Buddies will have weekly meetings with Mrs Williams to see how things are going. Buddies will now have to fill in application forms as part of the selection process and will then sit an interview. They will sign the rules/jobs list to show they understand what is expected of the role.
What kind of books would you like in our library?
School Councillors brainstormed ideas for books and will take this back to class.
Autumn 1: Friday 5th October 2017
School Councillors have decided to take ownership of Friday's rewards assembly. They will collect their certificate from the class teacher in an envelope to take into assembly. Harry and Jake will lead the assembly, asking each Councillor to come to the front to award their certificate.
Councillors to take a class vote for movie night DVD selection.
Autumn 1: Thursday 21st September 2017
School Councillors reported back on what their class would like to change in school. A vote was taken and it was decided that improving the school playground was a priority.
Autumn 1: Friday 15th September 2017
School Councillor roles were introduced and undertaken. Meetings will be on a Friday unless Ms. Ford have other engagements. School Councillors will be introduced to the school during Monday's assembly and School Council display board will be updated.
School Council mission is to find out what your classes would like changed in school.
Summer 2 Meeting Tuesday 20th June
We went over what we had already achieved as a school council and then we started talking about "GROWTH MINDSET". We gave every class a challenge. We gave them a word that is linked to "GROWTH MINDSET". With that, each class needs to invent an owl super hero and a badge design.
Spring 2 Meeting 4 Thursday 22nd February 2017
School Councillors looked back at the Quiet Area Action Plan and decided who would do what. Some children were in charge of letters to parents and carers, planning and doing the assembly or preparing posters. School Councillors decided exactly what needed to be in the letters and posters and what the assembly should be about. They decided they would like to talk about improving lunchtimes at the next meeting.
Spring 1: Meeting 3 Thursday 2nd February 2017
School Council members looked at the cost of wooden benches with seating. They agreed on heavy duty seating option which cost more than £1000 donation from Parent Ambassadors. They decided to run a non uniform day with £1 donation for the "Quiet Area" to raise more funds. Miss Ford asked School Council members to go back to class and thank all pupils for their Lawns Park team effort on Wednesday 1.2.17 when our LEA visitors came for the day.
Spring 1: Meeting 2 Thursday 19th January 2017
Discussed what equipment they wanted on the new wooden playground. They invited the old School Councillors and Mr Harrison, the Superintendent to help with this. Agreed to have; a drawing section, sections for reading and chatting on wooden tables and benches, logs around the edge, face up and a water proof sail over the top.Parent Ambassadors have given the School Council £1000. They discussed ideas for raising more money to buy ready made seats & tables instead of Mr Harrison making them which would take a long time.
Spring 1: Meeting 1 Friday 6th January 2017
School Council pleased with success of Super Troopers so far. Discussed how to make sure all Super Troopers are prepared.Super Troopers to look out for Y6 singing the correct words in Singing Assembly. Planned for School Council Photographers to come to assembly on Monday and take photographs of pupils sitting properly and wearing correct uniform. Photographs will go up at the front of the hall. Miss Ford agreed to bring Super Trooper Awards to assembly on Monday. They decided School Council should meet Thursdays instead so that all members can come.
School council decided on the main things they wanted to improve in school:
• Improve lunchtimes.
• Improve assembly behaviour.
• Improve Adventure Playground.
• Make sure that we are all have pride in our uniform
• Make sure every child has a "growth mindset"
Chair said that School Councillor badges should be worn at all times. Miss Ford agreed to find badges for Councillors who didn't have one. Vice chair, Paul, agreed to find the Eco Warrior checklist so that we can start this again in assembly.
Autumn 2: Meeting 3 Monday 31st October 216
Roles were finalised and School Council Badges were given out. Children are to wear at all times.
Discussed the Steps to Success criteria for the Super Trooper Award and when it will be judged and announced.
Photography & Media representatives are to take a photograph of a WAGOLL class lining up ready for assembly.
Further meeting needed to clarify timings and criteria before being proposed to Ms Ford.
Super Trooper Officers to speak to Mr Stone regarding a new certificate.
Attendance Officers are to speak to Mrs Stewart about collecting attendance figures on a weekly basis and how we can report class figures effectively each week.
Autumn 1 Meeting 2: Monday 10th October 2016
Discussed roles available in School Council and children expressed their preferences and why they felt they would be good for the job.
Photographs were taken for the new School Council display board.
School Council Rules were discussed and finalised and Megan and Lily volunteered to type them up and create a poster.
Discussed and decided on a name for a new school award based on behaviour in and around school as a class. This is to be called the Super Troopers!


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If you include your contact information, we can notify you of what happens and if it's produced, when it's ready.


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GREENWICH, Connecticut (WABC) -- An unforgettable story about an unforgettable family now has another amazing chapter about a community coming together.
A school in Greenwich, Connecticut, pushed up a senior's graduation so his father could be there.
Akram El-Tayyeb has been battling terminal gastro-intestinal cancer and was worried he wouldn't live to see his son Ferris graduate.
Now Akram has some unfinished home improvement projects and it's getting done thanks to some heroes coming together.
"I always had this list of the things I wanted to do for my family," said Akram said.
Now things are getting done!
One really great part of this story is who is coming together to do all this work for free for Akram; the outside, siding and roof are being done by the local Islamic Center and the inside is being done by a local church.
"Look what happens when people come together, that's where peace comes," Akram said.
"It is beautiful to see this and I hope it inspires other people," said Denise El-Tayyeb, Akram's wife.
The family home where Akram, Denise, Ferris, Zack, and Laith live is getting new siding, windows, and a new roof!
This is expensive labor, intensive stuff, all being done by Ludyn Navas from El Real Tabernacle in Stamford. He says Akram has it coming.
"Everything he does is help, he loves to help everybody," Navas said.
"He's a Muslim who volunteers with the church and he is a man who has always helped his community and lives every aspect of it," said Zead Ramadan, of the Islamic Center Hudson Valley.
Ramadan says the minute the Islamic Center of Hudson Valley heard about the unfinished honey-do list, people rolled up their sleeves.
"He's so focused on giving, so in his darkest hour all different parts of the community came together to support him," Ramadan said.
Akram admits he's overwhelmed, but not surprised.
"That what God made us for to work together, stick together, help each other and embrace each other," Akram said.
Volunteers renovate home for Connecticut father battling terminal cancer
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The L'Chaim Fund for Mishkon Members
L'Chaim Fund
The L'Chaim Fund was started by our late and revered members Louis and Dorothy Gold, who became parents relatively late in Louis's life and decided that they wanted to encourage Mishkon members to multiply, be fruitful, and be raised in the Jewish faith and traditions.
Mr. Gold immigrated to New York City from Odessa, then a part of Russia, in the first decade of the 20th Century. He was 16 and traveled alone; his family followed two months later. Apprenticed to a barber in Odessa, he quickly established himself as a barber in New York. After learning to speak Italian, he rose to the presidency of the Barber's Union and proprietorship of an exclusive 5th Avenue hair salon. After a war-time turn as a tool-and-die maker in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, he patented his seminal invention: A device that allowed a skilled operator to quickly create waves in women's hair that did not wash out. Mr. Gold is the father of the "permanent wave."
After moving to California in 1937, Mr. Gold started a bank, invested in real estate, and rode horses with the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Posse, a highly coveted and prestigious appointment.
Before Louis passed away late in his tenth decade, he and his wife Dorothy created the L'Chaim Fund by earmarking a six-figure donated investment for the purpose of encouraging parenthood among the synagogues' members: Every year on Rosh Hashanah, every family that has been a Mishkon member for at least a year and has had a new baby or adopted one, receives an equal share of the investment's annual yield. Depending on how the investment performed and how many new babies have arrived at Mishkon, this has ranged from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars, although after the worldwide financial disruption of 2007-2008, interest rates declined to near zero and the yield fell accordingly. While the money given to each family may be used for any purpose, Dorothy and Louis Gold hoped that families would use it to further their child's education.
Since its establishment in the late 1980s, the Mitzvah Fund has contributed to the Jewish education of more than three dozen children. While many Mishkon families have left the area as their children grew up, at least seven of those L'Chaim Fund babies have remained in our community long enough to celebrate their b'nai mitzvot.