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National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4xw1pgVYg1r5j9hco1_250.jpg)
National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]
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Making a Flamenco Guitar. We love videos about music and making instruments and this vid by Deep Green Sea is another beautiful piece to add to our list. Mixing art with measurement and sound, they not only show the detail of the craft, but they overlay wonderful descriptive text and geometric elements in the shots, too.
The Art of Making series condensed 299 hours of blood, sweat, and tears into a three-minute film, highlighting the craftsmanship behind guitar maker Vassilis Lazarides’ handmade Flamenco guitars.
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More instruments being made: Cymbals, a Steel Drum, and a Violin.
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Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream | Chrystal
After a long day, I planned on coming home to bake something. I didn’t have anything in mind, but baking is my zen and always seems to recenter me. Then I came across this recipe. I just happened to have some strawberries on hand that needed to be used by today. The photo is the ice cream finished and a little melted. I couldn’t wait. Its so good.
Check out the recipe here: http://www.simplywholekitchen.com/2012/05/homemade-strawberry-cheesecake-ice.html
chefs notes: I used honey instead of agave. Tastes great!
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1There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via musingsinfemininity)
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In retrospect, we regret the things we didn’t do more than the things we did.
Empire Records (via eastatlanta)
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“But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask, why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? …
We choose to go to the Moon. We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills; because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win …
Many years ago the great British explorer George Mallory, who was to die on Mount Everest, was asked why did he want to climb it. He said, ‘Because it is there.’ Well, space is there, and we’re going to climb it, and the Moon and the planets are there, and new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And, therefore, as we set sail we ask God’s blessing on the most hazardous and dangerous and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked.”
- President Kennedy speaks at Rice University on the American space program, September 12, 1962.
Your epitaph will begin: “She redefined what it meant to be a good woman.”
It will say: “She scaled mountains, in hiking boots and in heels. She started in her own backyard and then went all the way around the world. She accepted challenges with curiosity and determination. She emerged victorious regardless of outcome, knowing both the pleasure of success and the grace of failure. She tasted long hot days and cool still nights, at home wherever she found herself. She wasn’t always popular, but she was always true. She wasn’t always comfortable, but no one can say she didn’t enjoy her life. She explored her edges, increased her capacity, and lived as big as she could dream. Moved equally by bliss and pain, she played her heart out one moment at a time. She was dialed in. She was courageous. She was turned on.”
Some sheer inspiration from The Turned-on Woman’s Manifesto (via thatkindofwoman)
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It is easy, of course, to fear happiness. There is often complacency in the acceptance of misery. We fear parting from our familiar roles. We fear the consequences of such a parting. We fear happiness because we fear failure. But we must overcome these fears. We must be brave. It is one thing to speculate about what might be. It is quite another to act in behalf of our dreams, to treat them as objectives that are achievable and worth achieving. It is one thing to run from unhappiness; it is another to take action to realize those qualities of dignity and well-being that are the true standards of the human spirit.
Tim O’Brien, Going After Cacciato (via modernhepburn)
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