Deborah Lundbech's photos with the keyword: Basin Street

I've been tagged by Janet and I'm finally getting to it on a three day weekend. It's an interesting task to itemize yourself like this. I tended to want to qualify everything, but here I am - unqualified. : ) 1. When I was in my teens and twenties, music was like food and drink to me - as necessary and constant - but in my thirties, when I had kids, all I craved was silence - so vast swaths of 80s and 90s popular music are unknown to me. 2. I'm an atheist and comfortable with that. I try not to be self-righteous. 3. I value kindness and generous hearted, good humored people. Life's too short to be a mean spirited jerk. 4. I'm a librarian and love to read. (Duh) Here are some books I've loved: The Things They Carried by Tim O' Brien High Fidelity by Nick Hornby Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro Saturday by Ian McEwan Stormy Weather by Paulette Jiles Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O'Neil The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell Far From the Tree by David Solomon The Book of Ebebezer Le Page 5. I was featured in a medical textbook when I was 14. It wasn't for my high IQ :) 6. I've been a vegetarian since my 20s but sometimes wonder if that's self indulgent in a world with so much human misery. 7. I love to laugh. That sounds fatuous but I REALLY love to laugh the kind of laugh when you're falling all over someone to keep yourself from falling down, your stomach muscles hurt, you're trying not to pee your pants or snort through your nose and you feel like you've run a marathon when you're finally done. Except you keep thinking about what set you off and start laughing again. I love that. 8. These were some of my life goals when I was in my 20s. I guess I wasn't enormously ambitious! 1. Travel 2. Have a girl before I was 30 3. Work with kids 4. Marry a man with curly hair who cooked 5. Move to Vermont or California 6. Live abroad AND .........................here's the breakdown 1. Yes, until my mid twenties but a lot less than I wanted. 2. Nope - 4 boys - all different all wonderful 3. Yes, I taught for years. 4. Yep, no more curly hair but he's still cooking! 5. Vermont 6. Yep, lived in Ireland 9. I don't get - I mean I REALLY don't get couples who vote different political parties. It's like - how could you live with someone with a totally different world view???? I know that people do - and I'm not meaning to sound intolerant - I just don't understand how it works. 10. I was involved with a very radical educational philosophy for years (Sudbury Valley Model) I still think it's the only educational model worthy of the label "paradigm shift." 11. What the hell. I'll do an extra one. I'm Left Left Left all the way but the left can still drive me crazy. I'm also (this should be 12 probably) part of a weekly peace vigil that meets every Friday and has done since before the invasion of Iraq. War is not the answer.

Uploaded for the Vintage Photos Theme Park theme of: OUT IN THE YARD OR GARDEN Sometime in the mid 1990s, I went to the Town Clerk in Bristol to ask if she knew of anyone in Bristol who had once lived in our (1870s) house. She directed me to an elderly woman (Margaret) who lived several streets away. I walked over and knocked on her door and had a lovely meeting with her. She told me that she and her sister (also in her 90s and living on the west coast) had lived in our house in the 1920s and she remembered with glee how the two of them used to sled down our VERY steep hill toward the river at the bottom of the street. I asked her if she possibly had any old photos that I could borrow and copy, and she told me she thought she did and would let me know. Life moved on, keeping me busy with four young boys. Several years after this, I was walking past her house and saw a man in his late 60s sitting in front of her house and selling household goods. I stopped to talk to him and introduced myself. He told me that Margaret was his mother and had recently passed away. He remembered her telling him about my visit and promised to look out for any photos for me to copy. He then reached over and gave me a sweet little jug and sugar bowl that had belonged to his grandmother (Margaret's mother) - and told me that I could "return them" to Basin St. He also told me that he had fond memories of visiting his grandmother at her (now our) house on Basin Street. Months later, my family and I returned home from a vacation and found several photos in our mail box - this is one of them. He did not live in Bristol and I never saw him again, so I'm not clear on who this is - but this is our yard showing long gone elm(?) trees, a much newer retaining wall, a snowball bush, and the house across the street looking quite spick and span rather than the abandoned Adams Family-type house it is now. Now that I've retired, I'm hoping to take this, and the other photos, to the Historical Society this year to see if anyone can identify the people who are "out in the yard or garden" on Basin Street.

Grows abundantly locally in hedgerows and near streams and ditches. It flowers in late summer. This one is on the border of my garden, on a bank that edges a culvert.

Uploaded for the Vintage Photos Theme Park theme of: BARNS, BARNYARDS, AND BARNYARD ANIMALS This is our house in Bristol.We bought it in 1990 - there was no barn there then. This is a photo given to me many years later by the grandson of the family who lived in it in the 1920s. When we moved here the people across the street told us that there used to be a barn on the property but it burned down. We were unable to see any trace of one. (Later we realized that perhaps they were talking about the small attached shed.) Fast forward to the late 1990s. My friends and I were trying to find a new home for the school we had founded some years before. We put an ad in the local paper and a family from a nearby town contacted us and said they would be open to renting their house. The three of us drove out to view it. It was a late 1960s, very funky with winding stairs and rather dark - not workable for the school. We thanked the owner and as he walked us to the car I admired his barn. He asked if we would like to see inside as it was all beautifully hand-pegged and worth checking out. After we had oohed and ahhed - I asked if it had been on the land when they bought their house - as it was clearly older. He said, "No as a matter of fact it came from Bristol". We said, "Oh, really? That's where we're from. Do you remember whereabouts it was?" He said, "Sure do - it was quite a job getting it out. It was on Basin Street." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was "our" barn - sold and (I assume) dismantled in the 1970s! We live on a VERY steep hill, so even dismantled it must have been a really difficult move. Life is so weird sometimes. Several years later I received this photo and several others from the grandson, as I said, and there was the barn - painted but otherwise the same.

We had heavy rains and the generally calm river at the bottom of our field was raging. It overflowed the banks and was probably about five feet above normal. A few miles back up the river at the falls, the water rose twelve feet. The normal river line is above the middle of the photo.

We had heavy rains and the generally calm river at the bottom of our field was raging. It overflowed the banks and was probably about five feet above normal. A few miles back up the river at the falls, the water rose twelve feet.

We had heavy rains and the generally calm river at the bottom of our field was raging. It overflowed the banks and was probably about five feet above normal. A few miles back up the river at the falls, the water rose twelve feet.

...and Brian finally finished the new porch railings today! It's been awhile in the making - but looks great and will last (like the porch he built) long after the house has crumbled to dust. The painting has to wait for the wood to season - about eight to nine months - and the post finial I'm hoping to get tomorrow. Kind of a boring shot for the 10/10/10 group - but that's my day. : )

Before our porch railings were replaced.

Colin - home for the three family camp-out in July - 2008.

Taken after it finally stopped snowing. December 22, 2008

Now they're sorry they didn't fall when they were supposed to.