It occurred to me yesterday, while watching My Bloody Valentine, that I had never posted the pictures of FlatDuck's adventures at Knoebel's Grove last August. What's the connection, you probably wonder, between a small, plastic, heat-changed duckie going to an amusement park, and a horror movie set in a small Pennsylvania mining town? Well, the easy answer is that Knoebel's Grove is in Elysburg, PA, a small Pennsylvania mining town. It goes further, however, in that there's a small anthracite/mining museum within the park, and FlatDuck visited it with me. Sadly, I do not have the picture I thought, of FlatDuck with the modern mining equipment mannequin who looks JUST LIKE THE MINER FROM THE MOVIE, ARG! but I do have some amusing shots (in my opinion.) Plus the following which is just *creepy* and looks like it should be in a horror movie:
(Weirdly, this is not FlatDuck's first visit with a mule. Previously, and also in PA, he visited with a canal mule here)
Just in case you are unfamiliar with FlatDuck, his first adventures (July 2007), in AZ, are here in this set.
(FlatDuck is a small rubber duckie who was one of only two casualties when my AC stopped working in the midst of the hottest days of a Phoenix summer. The other was a pillar candle that is now gumdrop shaped. For some reason, Aussie_Nyc, when he came to visit, and I thought he would be the perfect companion for photos. This would be why my name at Flickr was FlatDuck for so long, 'til I turned to using it more for Project-Cat, and subsequently changed the name.)
The 'new' (old) adventures from August 2008, which also include a few shots from my grandparents' House Where Nothing Ever Got Thrown Away, are in the most recent set.
And while I'm showing pictures, this one is from the same visit but is sans FlatDuck. It is, quite possibly, the best find, at least thus far, in my grandparents' house. Quick Death:
Note that it is a "non-explosive" bed bug killer, leading me to believe that not all bedbug killers are created equally. Also, it is an insecticide and deodorant. Dude, one or the other, I'm thinking, but not both! The bottle, which actually has "QUICK DEATH" stamped into the glass, was found in a box with my great-grandfather's World War I dress uniform coat. QUICK DEATH. Sorry, it makes me giggle every time.
“Actually,” she continued dreamily, “I’m not modest or inhibited. What I am is the confused product of a semi puritanical upbringing and a liberal education. Which means that I think it’s wrong for me to do anything, but I think it’s perfectly all right for other people to do whatever they want. Does that make sense?”
Hey there, navel-gazer. I miss you, many hugs to you, and would seriously love to talk with you at some point, especially since we're without a format to really talk in (does twitter/FB count?).
I am trying to find you on DW and I cannot! The person with this user name is in Germany and hasn't posted since 2012, so I'm pretty certain that's not you.
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