#keith marshall

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St Peter, Barbados. Keith Marshall, 54

https://youtu.be/xjvoSQcpTaY

Have you seen him? Naked!!

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The Rolling Stones - Quincy Jones' daughter Jolie Jones with Keith Richards by Jim Marshall. 1972

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The Who photographed by Jim Marshall during the Summer of Love.

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I had an idea, and I didn’t just take it and run, I fucking sprinted with it…

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Went thru another one of Mr. Keith’s journals, this one from 1866-69 when he’s second mate (later first) on the whale ship Cape Horn Pigeon. Every journal entry is addressed to his wife (who was also on his mind on other voyages prior to his marrying her). The thought of her dominates the pages more than anything else, and is a very personal insight into the mind of a man who chose to make the sea his living, for all its distance.

“All day on deck today and have been as homesick as a dog all day. To Night I have got all night to sleep in. I have been fitting the Main Top Gallant brace blocks on the mizzen took down the double ones And put up single ones. Last Night I was dreaming of you I woke up Some time in the night and kissed your picture and went to sleep Again and went to dreaming again of you. This is all I can say to you To night in this book but I am going to write some in your letter. So thousands of sweet kisses to you darling Sarah Good Night.”

More entries under the cut for length.

He was homesick and lovesick often, thinking his shipmates wouldn’t understand.

“There has been a lot of ships in sight to day all of them with the exception of One was bound to England and she was going to America and Oh Sarah Darling how I thought of you. How I wish I was on board of her Bound to see my lovly Companion. I could have cryed but these hard Hearted sailors who have no wives and home would laugh at me.”

Every aspect of his daily life reflected back to how she was faring, from being thankful she didn’t have to drink the ship’s stagnant water, to how he entertained himself and others on deck.

“This forenoon was very unpleasant for it rained until Twelve O clock and I did not change my clothes until after dinner I got wet through by being out in the rain washing my clothes. This Afternoon has been pleasant and my men have been getting out Fresh water to drink and such water, Sarah I am glad you do not  have to drink it. I have got all night to sleep in. I have just come down from the deck where I have been playing the Accordion and thinking of you. I always feel sadest when I Sing or play. Darling girl a pleasant night to you dream dear Girl of your Marshall who at the time you dream will be thinking of you Sweet one I must say again Good Night Sarah Dear.”

He often made note of his dreams that swung between the erotic, the homesick, and the anxious, and often a mix of the three. Here was one about getting caught with a Different Sarah.

“This has been a nice day Sarah not a breath of air Stirring I have been on deck all day and felt some better than I did yesterday but far from being well. I have set up the Head rigging to day. Last night I dreampt I was at home and in some strange house standing in the door way you came Out and passed me. I asked you where you were going. You Said after water. After you left me Sarah Munroe came Up to me and asked me if I wanted to see some thing. I told her yes. She open her dress in front and showed Me her bubies she asked me if they looked pretty I told her yes. I asked her to let me feel of them. She said yes. I asked her to let me kiss them she said yes but don’t let Sarah Pope see you just as I was in the act you came in sight and caught me and Oh what a blessing you gave me. Sarah I will tell you more bye and bye. I must Close by saying many kisses to you Good Night Darling Wife.”

For whatever other women were in his mind during the voyage, he made a point to mention that the dreams turned back to her.

“Had a quear dream a regular sailors dream which is always About the women. delacacy prompts me from writing the Most of it but the last of it was about you. I met you and you asked me where I was going I told you to the barbers to shave all of. I thought you kissed me and asked me not to shave off my mostash. I told you I would not But you said it was twelve O clock and I had better go to bed I said all right you know I never refused to go to bed with you in my life. I must say Good Night Darling Sarah.”

Sometimes the dreams were influenced by anxieties met in life. When he didn’t receive an expected letter from her (which hardly reflects on whether or not she wrote him—receiving letters aboard vessels was a long and uncertain process), he had a dream mixed with both his doubt of her life ashore but also his hopes.

“This has been a nice day Sarah and I have been to work very hard but that did not take my mind up so but what I felt bad on account of not getting a letter from you. You will not neglect me again so will you Sarah. Last night I dreampt I got home and I Came into the kitchen and saw your mother (and my Mother) sitting there by herself. I asked her where Sarah was She said you were in your room taking care of the Baby. I asked her whose baby it was. She said it was mine. Then I came in and saw you sitting down with a pretty Little cherub in your lap and it looked so good to me I asked you whose it was you said it belongs to me. And out of a joke I told you it never was mine. When you came up to me and cryed and kissed me and said it belonged to me. So Sarah after you have slighted me you see you have a space in my dreams of pleasure still.”

Eventually he did receive word from her, and learned that his dream proved true.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah and This morning when I got up that island was in sight what Held your letters for me. At Twelve O Clock the capt went on Shore and at 5 he came of and had Two letters for me. One from you and one from Aurelia. The one from you was No 1. Sarah I must bid you pleasant dreams with your little baby for it was tonight I first learned that you were going to have one.”

In addition to homesickness, he often mentioned physical sickness, usually pains in his side. His health issues and day dreaming led to friction with the captain.

“It has been a nice day today but I have been sick all day and this noon. I could not eat my dinner and I stopped on deck while the rest got their dinner. I sat close to the door on a chest and I heard the old curse say there is a man on board this ship that wishes himself At home I wish he was there. When he came up I pitched up to him and I gave him enough of it. What is more he could not stop me. Last night I was very sick in the night and I wanted to make water. I had a bottle in my bearth and did not feel like going on deck so I used it for that Purpose and this morning I forgot to throw it over board. This fore noon the Old Hog went into my room to look for some Screws and he saw the bottle he smelt of it and Accused me of taking something to make me sick. Oh Sarah that most killed me. I have cryed all the afternoon just on that account. And he went as far as to tell me I hold my Wife too well he said he thought you were in my mind most of the time and that I wanted to see you so much that I was making my self sick to get home. And what do you think I called him. A god damned fool and a liar.

At one point he seems to consider his sickness to be pregnancy sympathy pains.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah but I have been feeling very bad bordering onto sickness and a very bad pain in my side but I do not think it strange as you are about to have a child. I think I have been sick enough over one child. Oh Sarah Darling how I do and have pitied you for my suffering has been nothing compared with yours but I hope on this pleasant day they are all over. And I hope you will not have an other one while I go to sea. I must bid you good night my dearest angel Good Night.”

His dreams now often featured the baby as well, and again was a mix of hope and anxiety.

“Oh if I could see my Wife to night I would not feel as I do now but that is impossible. Last night I drempt  I was at home and met you in the street and kissed you and I thought you kissed me but you done it in such a way I thought  you did not care much about me, for you kissed me quick and turned away from me. I asked you what you had named it (the Baby) and you told me its name was Hannah Rachel Keith. Then you said to me I hope you like the name. I thought I was with you until bed time and we started to go to bed and just as we were going into the bed room I woke up and found myself on board the Cape Horn Pigeon a long way from my darling Sarah. Sarah kiss Hannah Rachel for me and I will bid you both good night.

He later learns from a letter that the baby was named Susie Rachel. When whales were captured, he always thought of them in terms of dresses for his wife and things for his baby.

“It has blown most a gale to day Sarah and I have been to the Mast head seven hours where the wind could Blow through me. But it was not for pleasure that I done it. It was to look for whales that we might catch them what I could earn something for my wife and child but could not see any thing. And the wind has blown my eyes almost out of my head. But I feel that was done for a good cause Sarah. I can not say much to night but nevertheless I love you as Fondly as before and shall continue to do so as long as we are permitted to live. Darling Sarah kiss that sweet babe for me and I must bid good night to those who alone I ask to live for. Ten thousand kisses to you Sweet Sarah.”

At one instance he wrote, ‘I am wet through with oil Sarah at the presant time But I know you would not disown me if you saw me now.’ It was his life, and it was through that life that he saw his ability to provide for a family, however distant they may be. In this frame of mind, one more to close:

“We are boiling our whales Sarah and I am covered with oil but it makes the money come and it is all for you. I could live in oil for your sake. I must close and go on deck until 1 O clock at night. Kiss my babe for me. Good night Sarah.”

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Keith Richards, 1972.

Photo: Jim Marshall.

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I made some dni banners!! Free to use, reblogging is appreciated.

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im sick to my stomach barbarian should have been a romcom

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Ladies and gentlemen, eighty years ago today, Field Marshal Montgomery – Commander in Chief of the Allied Ground Forces – wrote in his message to all soldiers on the eve of D-Day:

‘To us is given the honour of striking a blow for freedom, which will live in history; and, in the better days that lie ahead, men will speak with pride of our doings’.

Today, we come together to honour those nearly one hundred and sixty thousand British, Commonwealth and Allied troops who, on 5th June 1944, assembled here and along these shores to embark on the mission, which would strike that blow for freedom and be recorded as the greatest amphibious operation in history.

Those who gathered here in Portsmouth would never forget the sight. It was by far the largest military fleet the world has ever known.

Yet all knew that both victory and failure were possible, and none could know their fate.

Aircrew flying overhead, sailors manning warships; or troops in assault craft battering their way through the stormy swell to the shore; whether dropping by parachute, landing in a wooden glider, or taking that terrible leap of faith onto the beaches... all must have questioned whether they would survive and how they would respond when faced with such mortal danger.

The poet Keith Douglas, who was killed in action three days later, wrote of the embarkation:

"Actors waiting in the wings of Europe, we already watch the lights on the stage and listen to the colossal overture begin.

For us entering at the height of the din, it will be hard to hear our thoughts, hard to gauge how much our conduct owes to fear or fury."

At this remove, eight decades later, it is a near impossible task to imagine the emotion of that day:

The pride of being part of so great an enterprise, the anxiety of in some way not coming up to scratch, and the fear of that day being their last.

I recently myself spoke to veterans who, to this day, remember with such heartbreaking clarity the sight of those many soldiers lying on the beach, who drowned before they could even engage in combat.

The stories of courage, resilience and solidarity which we have heard today, and throughout our lives, cannot fail to move us, to inspire us, and to remind us of what we owe to that great wartime generation – now, tragically, dwindling to so few.

It is our privilege to hear their testimony, but our role is not purely passive:

It is our duty to ensure that we, and future generations, do not forget their service and their sacrifice in replacing tyranny with freedom.

Our rights, and the liberty won at such terrible cost, bring with them responsibilities to others in the exercise of that liberty.

The Allied actions of that day ensured the forces of freedom secured, first, a toehold in Normandy, then liberated France, and ultimately, the whole of Europe from the stranglehold of a brutal totalitarianism.

And as we remember, with humility, pride and gratitude, let us never forget that the soldiers who fought in the campaign launched from this place came from thirty nations, from across the United Kingdom, the Commonwealth and Allied countries; while elsewhere in Europe, Allied forces continued to make vital progress in their successful Italian campaign; and while halfway around the world, at that same moment, the critical battles of Imphal and Kohima raged on in what was then Burma.

The 1944 Victoria Cross roll of honour includes Sikh, Muslim and Hindu soldiers – a reminder that events that year shaped our world then, and the society we share today.

While it was the frontline troops who faced the greatest personal dangers, the privations and sacrifices of war were endured by so many more.

The Allied victory was a truly collective effort, born of the fortitude and hard work of those who remained on the Home Front, toiling in factories, under our land in the mines, out in the fields, or working in secret – men and women alike.

Their collective industry, ingenuity and commitment helped our soldiers, sailors and airmen to prevail.

So, as we give thanks for all those who gave so much to win the victory, whose fruits we still enjoy to this day, let us, once again, commit ourselves always to remember, cherish and honour those who served that day and to live up to the freedom they died for by balancing rights with civic responsibilities to our country. For we are all, eternally, in their debt.

Source: Royal UK

A speech by The King at the UK's National Commemorative Event in Portsmouth to mark #DDay80

5 June 2024

The King addresses veterans, serving forces and and members of the public at the UK's National Commemorative Event in Portsmouth to mark the 80th anniversary of the D-Day Landings.

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Alex Kaplan at MMFA:

After a Republican National Committee member conducted a Sikh prayer during the first day of the 2024 Republican National Convention, right-wing influencers attacked the “shameful” and “pagan” prayer, claiming it “betrayed the true God,” was “not emblematic of America,” and was actually “decorated word salad for ‘Hail Satan’” and “anti-Christian evil.”

Republican National Committee member gives Sikh prayer at Republican National Convention

RNC member Harmeet Dhillon gave a Sikh prayer at the Republican National Convention. On July 15, the first day of the 2024 Republican National Convention, Dhillon, a California Republican National Committee member, gave a Sikh prayer. [Twitter/X, 7/16/24]

Certain right-wing commentators lash out at a Hindu prayer by RNC member Harmeet Dhillon at Monday’s RNC Convention session.

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if Keith Kogane didn't have a voice actor I would totally believe he sounds like Marshall Lee from Adventure Time

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Keith Richards and Charlie Watts photographed by Jim Marshall on their 1972 tour.

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Wondering and hoping again that AEW is going to sign The Von Erichs after seeing all these recent signings of other wrestlers who showed up around the same time they did last year. Last night they announced they signed Saraya's brother Zak Knight (both of which were depicted in the "Fighting with my Family" movie) and they also signed Bryan Keith (who tagged with The Von Erichs back in December) and Queen Aminata in the past couple weeks. I knew they couldn't be on AEW this week as Marshall and Ross are doing another event this weekend but really hoping they're next especially after wrestling with Dustin Rhodes.

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Since I've spent the entirety of my day with whaler Marshall Keith, here's what I've learned about him across records, newspapers, and his own diary. I like learning the backgrounds of the fellows whose journals I end up reading. - Marshall was a career whaleman from Mattapoisett Massachusetts. He first went to sea at the age of 15 on the whaleship Sun, 1853-55. He seemed to take to the work well, jumping rank to become an 18-year-old boatsteerer on the Afton 1856-59. 1859-62 he set sail again on the Ocean Rover, likely again as a boatsteerer. - In the last leg of its journey, the Ocean Rover was captured and burned by Confederate raider CSS Alabama. As a POW Marshall was paroled by the captain of the Alabama--meaning that he would be able to return home under the condition that takes an oath not to take up arms in the war. When the draft is instated for the American Civil War in the summer of 1863, as such, Marshall is exempted from it. - Over that summer he either makes the acquaintance of or deepens an existing relationship with a woman named Sarah Pope Taber, four years his junior. They spend 4 months in each other's company in Mattapoisett, and then by 1863-65 he's off again on the Brewster as 3rd mate. He seems to think of her often during the voyage however, documenting his dreams of which she is the object of many. They range from the erotic to the joyful to the anxious, often filled with concerns of some harm befalling her, her snubbing him at a social event ashore, or someone else marrying her or getting her pregnant. She's also the recipient of most of his letters. His writing is marked with the particular social self consciousness so many whalemen seemed to have, doubting his worthiness to her, but also carrying the hope that if they both survive the years of the voyage he'll return home to her. There's a curious relationship to gender that seems to be implied throughout his writing as well, as he refers to her in both his dreams and letters not only as Sarah but as James and Jimmy in equal measure. He expresses clear physical attraction to her as a woman, while also having dreams in which she cuts off all her hair and tries to hide it from him beneath a handkerchief, which he removes and remarks that he never saw her look so well. - Whatever anxiety he has about worthiness is for naught, because come 1866, Sarah marries him at the beginning of the year. By May, however, as a whaler does, he's gone to sea again, this time as first mate on the Cape Horn Pigeon, 66-69. While he's gone, Sarah gives birth to a daughter, Susy, in 1867. - Marshall returns home in May of 1869. Unfortunately he dies next May, 1870, of heart disease at the age of 32. In 1863, in one letter Marshall wrote to his 'angel mother' while he was sick with some ailment, he expressed great distress about dying at sea far from loved ones between the rotting decks of a ship where his body would be tossed into the ocean. He contrasted it with what he imagined Sarah's shore death would be, peaceful and surrounded by the affection of people who cared for her. I like to think that, while he died terribly young, he got a little bit of what he hoped for, being surrounded by family at home rather than saltwater and casks of oil and having a marked grave beneath the grass. - After his death Sarah and her daughter move in with Sarah's mother, and Sarah takes up work as a dressmaker. Sarah unfortunately also dies a mere 2 years later at age 30 of a bowel hemorrhage. Her daughter, then 5, is adopted by one of Sarah's sisters. I always like getting parts of the histories of these folks, as it helps build out the personal world of their diaries. Marshall was a bit of a watercolorist as well. Here are two paintings he made of his ship, in his journal.

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Ted Kord's Armageddon 2001 future by Marshall Rogers