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Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://old-photos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://old-photos.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666798637377344887/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>PJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16002387353628346531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_473nrD5vEv8/SXMz5BBVDMI/AAAAAAAABSM/JMuV4cSNTwM/S220/teacher_small%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1731</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Mjus" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mjus" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/Mjus</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GSX8yeCp7ImA9WhRUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666798637377344887.post-5629044574679207536</id><published>2012-01-27T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:48:48.190-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T05:48:48.190-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snakes" /><title>Geek</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is another picture of a carnival "Geek" eating a snake. I find it interesting the evolution of the word "Geek" over the last hundred years. Back in the day, Geek referred to someone who would entertain by biting the heads off live chickens or snakes, perhaps drinking the blood, and then eating them raw. Because of this egregious behavior, the word geek had an element of a social outcast, one who did not behave like others and did not fit in with polite society. Nothing criminal, just a misfit. By the 60's and 70's the term was used to describe a high school student who was good in math. It was equivalent to "Nerd" in some ways. In the 60's and 70's the word Geek was definitely intended to be an insult. It was a way to make kids who were good in math feel like outcasts. As computer technology came on the scene, the word Geek was used not just for those good with math, but also good with technology. Then a funny thing happened . . . some of those computer "Geeks" started turning out to be multimillionairs before they finished college and in some cases before they finished high school. All of the sudden "Geek" became a cool thing to be. So, the word went from describing a person who bit the heads off chickens to make a few dollars to a kid living in a mansion and driving a&amp;nbsp;Ferrari&amp;nbsp;around Silicon Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-5629044574679207536?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture shows a performance in a carnival side show. For entertainment, this gentleman would bite the head off a snake and eat it raw. The picture was taken in 1938 in Donaldsonville,&amp;nbsp;Louisiana. In the 1970's I can remember seeing a "Freak Show" at the Texas State Fair where there was a similar act. I have to say that for a little kid, it was a pretty amazing thing to watch. I believe carnival sideshows are much more tame&amp;nbsp;now-days. Wonder if anyone has seen a carnival sideshow recently and if they can share with us any acts like this still being done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-5211033890801456431?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we feature a photograph from the late 1800's. Pictured is a group of snake charmers in Morocco. If I had to work on this team, I would apply for the job of drummer. He is the furthest from the snake, and in a pinch the drum might be able to be used as a shield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-738687134197862496?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture is from India around 1900. It shows multi-snake charmers. I believe if I were ever in charge of a roadside snake charmer operation, I would institute a "One Cobra Out of the Basket at a Time" policy. I feel that most snake charming disasters probably occurred from more than one snake out of the basket at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-5032154109087693248?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture shows a Hopi Snake Dance. The picture was taken in 1899. I am not sure if&amp;nbsp;venomous snakes are used or not in this dance. In either case, I do not think I would want a live snake in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, I hate to bring up the dreaded "embargo" topic, but I only got two comments on yesterday's post (at the time I went to bed there were only two comments). Hey, I had a cool picture of a cobra and snake charmers, I threw in some information on the Black Mamba, the most deadly of all snakes, and I had a full color picture of Handsome Jack trying to impress Lovie. Now if that does not warrant more than two comments, I am not sure what does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-4464759832981327646?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Snake Week continues with this picture of Snake Charmers in India. The picture was from the 1890's. I really wonder about snake charmers. I understand that they are still popular in India. I wonder if the snakes are de-fanged, or if they are really working with dangerous snakes. I know cobras are one of the most dangerous snakes in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While cobras are ONE of the most dangerous snakes, I understand the Black Mamba to be the MOST dangerous snake in the world. They grow to between 6 and 14 feet, are the fastest snake in the world, deadly&amp;nbsp;venomous, and oh yes, fiercely aggressive. The lovely Ms. EAM told me that one of her missionary friends in Kitale was about to step in his shower, and saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked down, and sure enough, there was a Black Mamba on the floor of the shower. Apparently it created quiet a bit of&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;in his whole household. So, just one more thing for me to worry about as the lovely Ms. EAM goes about her Africa business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOMESTIC UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is only mid-january, but love is already in the air around chickie town. I notice that Handsome Jack is already&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;his flamboyant shows for Lovie. I also notice she just walks over and pecks him on the head.&amp;nbsp;Undeterred, he just keeps on going with the show. She might warm up to him in about April, so he has a lot of work to do between now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry I am late with my post this morning. I did something I have not done in years . . . I slept in. Yes, the drain of years of hard work has finally taken its toll on me, and I decided to sleep in till 9:00. I assure you it will not happen again, but I do feel much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week is going to be Snake Week. I will tell you up front that I do not like snakes. We have three types of poisonous snakes here; Diamond Back Rattlesnakes, Water Moccasins, and Copperheads. I will be honest with you, if I happen up on a poisonous snake, I kill it. Simple as that. Now I sit back and brace for the angry comments and hateful email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway the picture above was taken in 1934 in Tel Aviv. I have done extensive research on this photograph and can assure you that the person accidentally dropped the little mouse, and he escaped unharmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-629300637189297623?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We wrap up Circus Week with this photograph of a Circus Parade. The picture was taken in New York in the early 1900's. Back in the day, when the circus came to town, they would hold a grand parade. The parade was free, and you could see many amazing things, drawing you in to wanting to see the main show. Brilliant strategy, and it worked well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-4462787245064165604?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture is from around 1900, and shows the entrance to the Ringling Brothers Circus. I like this picture, as it captures the excitement of the people waiting to see the circus. I also like the old style cash register. Also notice most of the people are wearing hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-7114138321095669030?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture was taken in 1899, and shows a lady Lion Tamer. I have to admit the circus does have some pretty incredible animal acts, but I can not help but think it sad that the animals are caged up and live on the road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-7918439238731046969?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture shows a couple of boys sneaking into a circuit by climbing under the tent. The picture was taken in 1936 near Roswell, New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mentioned earlier that as a child I enjoyed the small circuses that would come to town. Over the years the smaller circuses seem to have gone away, and you were left with the two big name circuses. I never liked these, and still don't. Basically, I did not enjoy things where people appear to be in danger, or doing death defying acts. In particular, I found the high wire acts distressing. Bottom line is I don't want to see someone killed and don't enjoy watching someone do a dangerous stunt. Also, I felt like the animals were not treated in a humane manner. Elephants need to live in the open, not in trailers and small pens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-2598795043533713264?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Good Monday morning to you all. Hope you have a wonderful week this week, and today goes well for you. As you know, this is Circus week, and as you know, I am not a big fan of the Circus. Things were different when I was a kid. In the 1960's there were many more small traveling circuses. They would come to town, set up a tent, and put on a pretty good show. They would have some interesting animals, jugglers, and maybe a&amp;nbsp;trapeze&amp;nbsp;show. It was fun watching the trapeze artist, because they performed with a net, and you knew that no one would get hurt. As time went on, it seems like these small circuses went away, and you were left with the two really large circuses. Something special was lost in these huge "shows", in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today's picture was taken in 1908, and shows a circus girl, who performed on a horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-6004776374965625949?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Circus Week continues with this picture of a circus "Trick Rider". Usually these folks would ride in circles doing various tricks on the ponies. I can remember finding these parts of the circus entertaining, and less distressing than most of the other parts. You can probably tell I was not (and am not) a big fan of circuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOMESTIC UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have gotten several comments and emails expressing hope and interest in hearing more about the Africa trip. To be honest, I had imagined writing clever and witty little things about the trip and to share with you the adventure as it unfolded. The truth is, that what I found over there was much different than what I had expected. As you are aware, my daughter, the Lovely Ms. EAM serves as a nurse/missionary for the Mattaw Children's village. Mattaw is like a little oasis of hope in the midst of a storm of misery. The children of Mattaw are loved, well cared for, happy, playful, and healthy children. This is because of the&amp;nbsp;generosity&amp;nbsp;of folks like you all, who give sacrificially to make such a place possible. The sad thing is that life is very different outside Mattaw. When we got there, Ms. EAM said, "Dad, there is something I have to show you". She took us to the slum of Kipsongo. Kipsongo has to be the saddest place on earth. If it is not, it is certainly the saddest place I have ever seen. Literally, there are people laying on the ground, covered with flies, and dying. The children are malnourished, living in squalor, and suffering from a variety of medical issues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you walk through Kipsongo, the children want to touch you. Five children stand on each side of you, and each child holds one of your fingers and walks with you. The homes are made from mud, or sticks and garbage bags. It is a place of hopelessness, and I can remember my thought as I walked through there . . . "This is the place dreams come to die". You could see the things that people had done to try to make a difference there. There was a well with a hand pump, someone had tried to build latrines for the people, and out front was a little shop with a faded sign . . . the dream being that the women would make beaded jewelry and sell in the little shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I am really not talking abut the Africa trip because I am still trying to digest it. I am so proud of the work that the the Lovely Ms. EAM is doing there, but the challenges are so large, and the workers are so few. So, Mrs. PJM and I are pondering how we could contribute and how we could make a difference over there. The problems require more than simply sending more money . . . the problems require boots on the ground, and new ideas. So, I will not be talking much about Africa as I try and think about the issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to Circus Week here at OPOD. I must tell you going into this that I do not like Circus Clowns. I think it odd for a man to decide he wants to put on makeup and wear giant shoes. I am sorry if I am offending any circus clowns out there, but as a child you scared me and as an adult I find you sort of creepy. I will do my best to put my biases aside, and take an honest look at Circuses this week. Just curious . . . do clowns give anyone else the creeps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-6299925843907424756?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture is from 1939, and it shows spectators at the Cimarron, Kansas County Fair. I find it interesting how much clothing has changed since then. Have you noticed that almost all the casual clothes today have some sort of graphic or text on it? I find the older simpler style here very appealing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-9191254095949744260?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we present a picture of Friends at the County Fair. The picture was taken in 1942 at the El Centro County Fair. Another peaceful scene from a simpler time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-6953030478370519939?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This picture was&amp;nbsp;labeled&amp;nbsp;"Skylarking". I had never heard that term before, so had to look it up. I learn it is sort of like Horseplay, or goofing around. Interesting word I had not run into before. The picture was taken in 1942 at the Imperial County Fair in California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-6006938956256095945?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today we have a picture of girls at the El Centro (Ca.) county fair. The picture was taken in 1942. Again, a peaceful scene from a bygone era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-8895274547247286793?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture is from 1942, and it shows Boys at the County Fair. The picture was taken near El Centro, California. What a wonderful image this is. When was the last time you saws boys just laying on the grass, being still, and just visiting. This scene very much reminds me of my childhood, and makes me realize that there is something very special most young people today are missing . . . being still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-2993811231813727164?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;County Fair Week continues with this picture of a Sideshow. The picture was taken in the early 1900's at the Westchester County Fair in New York. The booth is advertising the Wild Rose and Rattlesnake Joe show. Honestly, I really with I could have seen it. I can remember going to the midway and side shows of the 60's and 70's and the shows were really pretty entertaining. Political correctness has led to the shows being pretty lame now days, but back in the day, they were pretty interesting. Can you remember seeing any really interesting carnival shows. (You can always post as anonymous if you don't want to admit you found it entertaining)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOMESTIC UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's domestic update is related to three of my favorite things in life . . . my students, the Lovely Ms. EAM, and Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you know the Lovely Ms. EAM is now living in Africa and is serving as the Missionary/Nurse for the Mattaw Orphan Village. The time zone is very different, so early morning here is late afternoon/evening for her. So, I go to school early, and when I get there is an excellent time for me to talk to her on Skype. Many times my students come in early to work on homework, so they hear me talking to her, and join in the conversation. They became greatly enthused by her work, and they wanted to help and become part of what she was doing. They decided to start a service learning project to help support her work. Most service learning projects are really lame, like picking up trash around the courthouse, but these kids came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My daughter had shared that one of the children, Peter, that she had recently helped rescue off the streets of Kitale had a fascination with her camera. He would grab her camera and run off with it (not stealing, but in fun), and would take all types of pictures of the village. She said he actually had a knack and took some really interesting pictures. The picture above actually shows the Lovely Ms. EAM chasing Peter, trying to get her camera back, as he snaps a quick self portrait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The students had this idea . . . they would build a WEB site based on photographs that Peter takes, and sell greeting cards based on the photographs. The proceeds from the card sales would be used to purchase vitamins to help further improve the diet of the orphans at Mattaw. The WEB site sold enough cards that when Mrs. PJM and I went to Africa we were able to take a three month supply of vitamins for the village.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have really been impressed with the heart, hard work, and dedication of the students on this project. I am hopeful that you will check out their site. I am sure it would be a huge encouragement to them if you left a comment on their site, or perhaps even considered purchasing a card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to County Fair Week here at OPOD. I find myself longing for days gone by when life moved at a slower pace, and we took more time to just sit and visit. Perhaps nothing represents those days better than the tradition of the County Fair. So, this week we will be looking at County Fairs. Did you ever go to one? Did you enjoy it? Share your memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-1993643974776262330?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We wrap up Texas Week with this picture of a Dust Storm. The picture was taken in 1936 in the Texas Panhandle. The photo really captures the grim&amp;nbsp;specter&amp;nbsp;of the Dust Bowl in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-5571432804369635680?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Texas week would not be complete without a picture from the oilfield. Today's picture was taken in 1901, and shows drilling going on at the famed "Spindletop". This was one of the early oilfields that ushered in a long period of prosperity for Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-6031218641480794996?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's picture is from 1939 and was taken on Sabine Farms near Marshall, Texas. That pretty much far East Texas. The picture shows men using mules to clear land. They are dragging off felled treas. This type of work was called "Snaking a Log".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-3825682231749799755?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Texas week continues with this picture featuring Barbed Wire. Barbed Wire, along with the windmill and the&amp;nbsp;Winchester&amp;nbsp;were critical to taming the west. This picture was taken in 1939 in East Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666798637377344887-825210350713498485?l=old-photos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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