2020 New Random Pics

[GH85Carrera]

A photo of an engineer wiring an early IBM computer, 1958 by Berenice Abbott.


US ARMY SOS
1 lb ground beef
2 Tablespoon butter
1/4 cup flour
1 cube beef bouillon
3/4 teaspoon salt
pepper to taste
2 1/4 cups milk
1/4 teaspoon worcestershire sauce
Brown beef in a large skillet over medium-high heat, breaking up the meat as it cooks. Drain excess fat and set beef aside.
Melt butter in skillet over medium heat.
Slowly add the flour, stirring constantly, to form a brown roux.
Add the bouillon.
Gradually stir in the milk and Worcestershire sauce, mixing well.
Add the cooked ground beef, salt, and pepper.
Bring all to a simmer, stirring constantly. Serve hot over buttered toast.

[porsche tech]

I remember being on KP in basic training and watching the cook spread icing on a big sheet cake with his arm!

[GH85Carrera]

[john70t]

[mrbeverlyhills]

There is only one star in the solar system; Sol, our sun.

[GH85Carrera]

[GH85Carrera]

Photo: William Evans, ten miles south of Berwyn, Custer County, Nebraska. Undated photo (1886 to early 1900s?) Photograph by Solomon D. Butcher. Courtesy of the Library of Congress.
Accounts of pioneer life frequently speak of the difficulties posed by natural challenges, such as extended periods of drought, severe snowstorms, and the troublesome plague of grasshopper invasions. One fascinating and individualistic perspective is found in the memoirs of Job E. Green. These writings provide insight into a distinctive period of his life, harking back to 1872, when he and his spouse embarked on establishing a homestead in what would eventually become Boone County, Nebraska.
In examining Green's reminiscences, we gain a closer look at the complexities of his journey, characterized by the pursuit of a homestead. The narrative offers an intimate portrayal of the Green family's pioneering spirit and unwavering determination. This unique chapter is a testament to their resilience and commitment during the pioneering era.
“Along in April I set about building our ‘little sod log shanty on the claim.’ This was to be 16×20. I went over on the Cedar [Creek] to get my ridge poles, three of them. With the sod walls laid, the ridge poles well bedded, rafters on, brush and hay next, we were ready for the sod roof. This was of matched sod with joints well packed with clay. It was a dandy and never leaked a drop the first year. Then I shaved the walls smooth and put on a plaster of clay and ashes. We had a door in the east side with a half window in it, a half window in the south end and a full window in the west side, of 8×10 glass, dirt floor, but had two planks alongside the bed to stand on. This was a nice city bed and prized very highly by the owner. Every cent in cash that was put in this house was $10. Into this we moved in June 1872. No millionaire was ever happier than we were.
“It can’t always be bliss, so the scene changes a little. Spring comes once more and so did the rain. Last year our roof was perfect, but now it sprung a leak. I put more dirt on but still it leaked. More dirt and more leak. The deluge came one night, and the flood poured through. The floor was muddy. The water soaked-yes, soaked and ran clear through that nice bed and Mrs. Green sat on it and lifted up her voice and wept all night through and mingled her tears with the flood of waters. The next day after the flood I took my oil-soaked horse blankets and pitched them . . . over the bed so that it never got wet again. Then as soon as I could the next year, I got boards and made a roof over the sod one. That sod roof was 20 inches thick, but it leaked just the same.”
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[john70t]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Hundreds of B-17 Flying Fortresses awaiting the scrap heap, 1946.

A decade or two ago I sat in front of a long line of 11 of 13 remaining B-17s doing a run-up at Thunder Over Michigan.
That steady eastern wind on that entire field suddenly shifted direction with the symphony of 44 engines in a row pushing 176 big propellers.
It was a sound and a experience I will never forget.

I volunteered over a summer and was humbled to be there. This was after the catastrophic hanger fire which destroyed many historic aircraft.
They have since changed the rules and have made attending the T.O.M. Event a chore for paying visitors.

My great uncle flew one and experienced failure over Germany last part of the war and spent the rest in a prison camp. He was among the US bombardiers who killed almost a million civilians right next to them. He was treated rather well to my understanding and had a successful career later on.

-The most-produced WW2 B-24 bombers were made 1-per-hour just east of Ypsilanti, MI at Willow Run airport.

-The Liberty Ships traveling across the unforgiving Atlantic, carry heavy cargo and troops, were made 1-per-day at peak in California.


(always pushing the ban envelope here. It is art.)

[john70t]

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[GH85Carrera]

1926 , Auto dealer repair shop


Once-abandoned 1930 L-29 Cord,
Before and after restoration.

[Heel n Toe]

[masraum]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Hmm, Boss Hogg, the Duke boys, Daisy, Roscoe, and Enos?










Katherine Bach > Jessica Simpson (who's no slouch)

[Eric 951]

Originally Posted by masraum

Hmm, Boss Hogg, the Duke boys, Daisy, Roscoe, and Enos?

In the early episodes Daisy drove a yellow 73-74 Roadrunner and a yellow 71. The Roadrunner was driven off a cliff at some point in the storyline, and she ended up with "Dixie"

[GH85Carrera]

U.S. Fleet battleships steam under the incomplete Golden Gate Bridge, circa November 1936.
Leading ship is Arizona (BB-39), followed by Nevada (BB-36), Maryland (BB-46) and Texas (BB-35).

[GH85Carrera]

Allied troops (US Army 2nd Infantry Division) at the E-1 draw in the Easy Red sector of Omaha Beach in Normandy, France—7 June 1944 and now. The troops are marching past the German WN-65 casemate below, which is visible in both photos. This armoured enclosure defended the route up the Ruquet Valley to Saint-Laurent-sur-Mer.

[GH85Carrera]

This little blue jay with bedhead was spotted by photographer Kathy Ault near her home in Edmond. We hope our feathered friend has somewhere warm to spend the weekend.

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[Racerbvd]