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Making coffee
Boys read too.
Norwegian winter.
I love the look in his eyes - the boy with the tank top.
The Viking Colony That Wasn't
L'Anse aux Meadows is (rightly) famous as the archaeological evidence of a Viking settlement in North America. Located on the northern tip of Newfoundland, the site has the remains of eight buildings and could house up to 100 people, and seems to have been occupied around the year 1000.
The interesting thing? The site does not quite fit with the descriptions of "Vinland" in the Norse Sagas. L'Anse aux Meadows has no graves and no cows, but the sagas describe an attempt to found a permanent settlement (suggesting a graveyard was needed) and showing cows to confused locals.
The name .Vinland has been misinterpreted. Vin in old Norse, means meadow or open landscape.
Boston Vigilance Committee, 1851
The Boston Vigilance Committee was an abolitionist group. They created this poster after the Fugitive Slave Act removed protections for escaped slaves living in free states.
Snap the Whip, 1872, Winslow Homer
Medium: oil,canvas
December, 1890, Theodor Severin Kittelsen
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Pero bueno, no está mal
I read through loads of these older books as a boy. I was quite disappointed to find that we didn’t have fagging when I joined school as a thirteen year old. .
February 23rd 1952 edition of the Saturday Evening Post