"Our Time of Troubles... commenced with the catastrophic events of the year of 1914... Our civilization has just begun to recover." - Arnold Toynbee

Friday, September 30, 2016

St. Mary's Cathedral -- Newcastle-Upon-Tyne

 These first two pictures don't belong, I took them in the morning looking out of the Armstrong Building on campus.
 Outside of St. Mary's



 The Front Doors





































Thursday, September 29, 2016

Beamish Living History Museum

A historical reenactor's dream...






 On the tram


 The 1900 village




 The old gas lamposts

 The dentist






 Inside the co-operative store




 Soap as a civilizing mission.









 Inside the clothiers' shop


 Our excellent tour guide for the day: Dr. Andrews with Newcastle University


 The dreaded Eton collar

 Here's the origin of the "polo" shirt, really a difference in collar style.


 The sweet shop


 Old-fashioned name brands



 Had to laugh at an insider pennywhistler joke (Clarke is notoriously a bad make of whistles).

 The printers

 Barclays Bank






 The vault










 The photography room














 The Methodist chapel





 The boarding school


 Schoolchildren out in the yard











  Miners' living quarters

 "Coketown... was a triumph of fact... It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and to-morrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next...

You saw nothing in Coketown but what was severely workful. If the members of a religious persuasion built a chapel there - as the members of eighteen religious persuasions had done - they made it a pious warehouse of red brick, with sometimes (but this is only in highly ornamental examples) a bell in a birdcage on the top of it. The solitary exception was the New Church; a stuccoed edifice with a square steeple over the door, terminating in four short pinnacles like florid wooden legs. All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white. The jail might have been the infirmary, the infirmary might have been the jail, the town-hall might have been either, or both, or anything else, for anything that appeared to the contrary in the graces of their construction. Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the lying-in hospital and the cemetery, and what you couldn't state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen."



 Heading back through Newcastle...