Well, we've gone and done it. After years of sitting beside each other on long car journeys bemoaning the lack of adventure in our lives, we have now embarked on something we hope will be big, fulfilling and fun.And Charlie dog is coming too.We are going to travel around Europe for about a year in a smallish motorhome. Planning began a while ago, before Rob took redundancy, Charlie got a pet passport or I resigned my teaching job.While each of those was a step along the journey for us, what made it seem really real (yes, that was deliberate) was picking up the van from Banbury last Sunday.The van handover took about two hours and we made copious notes, none of which made any sense 30 minutes later as we struggled to work out how to get the gas on for our first cup of tea. Then Rob managed to get the carpet muddy as he came in from stomping around in frustration by the gas locker.
So, after one carefull owner, our spotless van has already been trashed by ourselves, and that's before Charlie has given it his own post-Pollock mud splash effects. I'm still banking on my theory of house security working for the van too. If it already looks like it's been done, who else will bother us?I have to admit, the van looked massive parked outside our house, and Rob keeps sighing and muttering about how big it is, but I just can't see how we could possibly live in anything smaller for a year. After all, Charlie dog is coming along too, and even a medium sized border collie/springer spaniel cross takes up a bit of room. Rob put the van to bed the next day in a nearby lock up storage facility until we have time to use it during the February half term. Until then I have to visualise where I will pack all the stuff we're going to need.
The cushions are causing me some concern though.When we bought the van the bed was laid out and I sort of assumed that the cushions would all pack away neatly into ready made spaces. Two of them do, but another two seem to have to reside in the over-cab space and I had plans for that. The spare cushion that makes up the single bed has no apparent home, though Charlie was eyeing it up. I'd be tempted to leave it behind, but you never know when you might need to kick your husband into the spare room do you?
My thoughts are running to sewing a large waterproof bag in some kind of PE kit fabric and putting those three cushions, and the two others that do have a home, into the shower room. After all, we won't be using that for large parts of the day and when we need to we can take the bag out. This should give us space to keep our bedding in and free up the overhead cab for clothing.So I'm sitting at the computer a lot, searching the internet for van bits. We need a step, a hose, a bucket and some way of attaching European gas bottles. We need to learn about the electrics, hooking up, not blowing fuses and reverse polarity. I've got to get a travel harness for Charlie and find out which campsites are open in Wales next weekend.Roll on half term.I am insisting that we travel there via the largest camping shop we can find en-route, if only to get something to go on the floor so that Rob and Charlie can't trash it again.Oh, and I almost forgot, we've got to hoover the van carpets before we go! Hello Mrs Hale,I hope you don't mind that I have signed up to 'follow' you, but seeing as though Megs was one of the children that cried when you told your class that you were leaving, I thought she would love to see how you are going on your travels.
I bet she would just love to tell all the children in 4H what you are getting up to! LolWould you mind letting me know if this is OK with you before we 'spring' the surprise on her?Thank you & here's hoping to a safe and very enjoyable journey of a lifetime.Donna.xxxx.
Accordingto Bosch, the new Russian government was short of cash and had decided to grantindependence to some of its old airplane factories. Those places were now freeto generate their own operating revenues by selling planes to buyers in the West. Bosch’s contact said he could deliver as many Yak-52’s as we wanted for$15,000 apiece. The caveat: they would be shipped disassembled.
Bosch told thegroup of us that if we pooled our resources and talents we could assemble themourselves. He concluded by asking, “Who is interested in this?” Immediately acouple of hands went up along with two or three “Count-me-ins” and one “Hellyes!”. “Well,”said a fellow whom I was only casually familiar with, “I’ve already got twoplanes. I can’t see getting another one unless” He looked around. “unless Ican go in with someone as a partner.” Looking back on that conversation itseems odd he would throw out such an invitation in a group.
Would he not bebetter making that proposal to selected individuals? I supposed hetrusted all of us standing around him. Strangelove not being able tocontrol his arm, mine went up. “I guess I’ll throw on in with you, George.”.
Theweeks went by and Bosch was not able to get his man to follow through, but nomoney had been put up yet, so most us who had heard the proposal shrugged the idea off.Then came another breakfast Saturday, and among the planes that came in was aYak-52. Everyone swarmed around it. Questions assailed the pilot. George and Iwere among a few he selected to go for a ride in the back cockpit. We came downwith a determination bordering on fanaticism and George said, “I’m gonna get meone of these. Are you still in?” Boy, was I.
Butagain the tempering touch of time doused the flames of fervor and I consignedthe Yak-52 ride to a pleasant memory. Not so George.
He called me from the bigSun-in-Fun airshow. He had met a guy named Marty from West Virginia who said hecould get us a -52 fully assembled for $35K. In fact at that moment he had twoof them in crates aboard ship headed for the states.
One was spoken for; theother was available. George told me he committed on the spot. Marty wanted 10%down. I wrote George a $1750 check, figuring in all likelihood I would seeneither that money again nor a Yak-52. I was almost right. Months passed. Martyhad delays.
Marty had excuses. Our passion for the Yak waned. But the day came when Marty was on his way to our field riding atop our Yak, and it wasanother breakfast Saturday. Word spread like wildfire. People had cameras out.George and I were like kids on Christmas Eve. Finally we heard a rumble, thengot sight of it coming in fast. Marty came overhead as fast as the Yak would go—150knots.
It looked to us like he was going Mach 1. The heavy, heaving roar of its radial engine rolled across the airfield. People yelled and pumped fists high inthe air. Marty set the ungainly machine down and taxied to the fuel pump. (AYak-52 never passed a fuel pump it didn't want to suck.) George and Icaressed the bare paint-stripped metal and felt the heat on the cowling. Weclimbed up to the work station and smelt the pungent aroma of old militaryairplane interiors, stained and saturated with, gas, oil and countless episodesof air sickness.
A fewdays later a sizeable crowd gathered again when we pulled it out for its firstlocal flight. I was to be the test pilot.
I had studied for days. It had been a longtime since I sat in a fighter-like cockpit, and this plane, despite its slowspeed, was very fighter-like in its other performance parameters.
I was a bit apprehensiveuntil I got it up and pulled up the gear and let it climb like a sky tiger. Within minutes I felt like I was born in it. I did afew rolls and brought it down. Then George had his turn, although he wanted meto go with him for his first flight.
George and I violated every rule in the book of fractional aircraft ownership. We didn't consult a lawyer. We had no written agreement. We didn't discuss it.
In fact, we hardly knew each other. But in the ensuing 14 years of owning the Yak together there was never a dispute, never a raised voice, a serious disagreement or a problem. I remember he called me one day and confessed he had hooked a new battery up backwards. The reversed polarity had fried the fuel quantity indicator. He had ordered a new one for $500.
He apologized and said he would cover it. I was on scene within 15 minutes with a $250 check to him. And that's how we made it work. George became one of my closest friends and confidants. I deeply miss him. But whatabout One Alpha Charlie, you say? Man, did I love the way that call sign rolledout of my lips.
They were beautiful words, for a beautiful airplane. I found abuyer for her quickly. I delivered her to north Mississippi and the new ownerferried me back home in her. He let me fly her that last leg. Standing holding a check in my hand that seemed a poor substitute for what I traded for it, I watched him fade into a dot and disappear in the sunset.
It was fittingthat he departed late in the day when no one else was around. It made crying easier. AnonymousGiven and taken away. Moontown in the 'golden era' sold me on this town. It started for me with that first tailwheel touchdown on grass with Emily, and ended with George and Chris.Then, part of me says 'Do we let it end?' Our friends that passed enjoyed the crap out of it all and knew the risks.did it anyway.
Should we remember them while we wait for our own 'more timely' ends? The only thing that holds me back personally is that little 7 year old girl that calls me Daddy. For now, I'll hope that others less encumbered go forth and throw airplanes about the sky for the heck of it. I hope they do.I wanna watch.
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. ByIt was the kind of warm, Rwandan morning that makes an expat forget they miss friends and family. Regina and I approached the gates of the Kigali Institute of Science and Technology (KIST) stadium dressed to the nines and buzzed by the excitement of a large crowd waiting to enter the event. We were attending the 2012 class graduation ceremony in support of our co-fellows and colleagues Jean Paul and Amelie – two of nineteen in the first class of architecture students ever to be educated in Rwanda. We quickly realized we were the only two mizungus – Kinyarwanda for white folk – in the crowd besides a few professors. From a couple months in the country I knew that meant we were in the right place.Under white tents on an open football pitch, soon to be graduates waited whilst spectators fanned themselves in the grandstand. We alternated between copious video and photo documentation and casual conversation.
Chatty with excitement at our friends’ major accomplishment, we discussed what it meant for the country to finally have its own crop of homegrown architects. What exciting contributions would these young people make to their rapidly evolving country? And how refreshing that decisions about Rwandan architecture could finally be made by Rwandans. Anyone who has visited Rwanda understands the state of confusion that characterizes its built environment. Chinese tile, half built houses, buildings still deserted from the 90’s – it’s kind of a mess. The graduation marked a new beginning for Rwandan design culture and an important step towards addressing that confusion. We felt lucky to be there.The ceremony began by introductions to introductions and thank yous to people not in attendance – typical graduation fare and strangely all in English.
The crowd came to when a sizable troupe of traditional dancers took the pitch and blew through a routine full of pomp and percussion. Soon began a litany of names as the orator worked his way down the list of colleges. The faculty of architecture and environmental design was not near the beginning of that list, and we waited patiently for Amelie and Jean Paul’s moment to shine.
I checked my email, Regina read her Kindle. Hey, you can only listen to so many kinyarwanda names you do not recognize before your attention wanders.
After about two hours the moment arrived – we stood tiptoed like excited siblings. The whole department rose from their chairs as nineteen graduates became the first of their kind in Rwanda.
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The icing on the cake: Amelie was valedictorian and Jean Paul won the prize for best overall architecture student. But we already knew they were awesome.The KIST graduation was one of those moments when you get to peek behind the curtain of another culture and share a feeling of connection. What a treat. A GHC fellowship is an exciting opportunity to build skills and gain experience with a high-impact health organization, but it’s also much more than that. It’s a year that will catalyze your personal and professional growth as a leader, placing you within a global and diverse network of bright, young, and committed health equity champions. As you’re researching the fellowship, remember, you can select up to 3 roles – and don’t forget to take note of the role codes for your applications! All GHC fellowship roles include.
When speaking or writing English, using the past tense can be confusing. There are many types of tenses when referring to events that have already happened. To make matters worse, English contains many irregular verbs that are conjugated in ways that don’t immediately make sense.This lack of consistency can (and does) lead to quite a few mistakes. One of the easiest mistakes to make is to misuse began and begun, which are two forms of the irregular verb begin.In spoken English, the two words are often used interchangeably, but in academic and professional writing, knowing the difference between these words is important. Began vs Begun: What’s the Difference?What is the difference between began and begun? In this article, I’ll explain the differences between began and begun, use these words in a sentence, and demonstrate how to choose began or begun and use each correctly. When to Use BeganWhat does began mean?
Began and begun are both conjugations of the irregular verb “to begin,” which means to start or proceed with something.Began is the simple past tense form of begin. It does not need any helping, or, like had.So, while you might say,. Gavin began to open the package.You would not say,.
Gavin had began to open the package.Began is never used with a helping verb. When to Use BegunWhat does begun mean? Begun, meanwhile, is the past participle form of the same.
It, therefore, should be used with.You could say,. Yasmin had begun to eat the cake.But you wouldn’t say,. Yasmin begun to eat the cake.If you’re using begun, it needs a helping verb in order to be correct. This brings us to the differences between simple past and past participles. Simple past tense describes things that happened in the past. The sentence “Gavin began to open the package” describes an event that happened in the past.
The past participle describes something that happened in the past in conjunction with other events in the past.“Yasmin had begun to eat the cake” describes one of a sequence of events. For instance, one could say,. Yasmin had already begun to eat the cake by the time we sang to her.Outside Examples of Began and Begun. In recent years, it has gone from sort-of moneymaker to money pit: In fiscal 2009-10, BookEnds pocketed $27,897. But revenue began declining after that — from about $20,000 to about $10,000 in fiscal years 2013-14 and 2014-15.
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Trick to Remember the DifferenceBecause began and begun are so similar, it can be difficult to remember which word is which.If you find yourself confused, remember that begun rhymes with one, and since begun is a past participle, it needs one more word to go with it: a helping verb. Summary: Begun vs.
BeganBegan and begun are two forms of the irregular verb begin.Began is the simple past conjugation. Began is not used with any helping verb.Begun is the past participle form. Begun must always have a helping verb to be correct.If you have trouble deciding which word to use, remember that begun rhymes with one and always needs one helping verb in grammatically correct English.Being able to use each word accurately when speaking or writing signifies intelligence and professionalism. If you’re having trouble deciding whether to use began or begun, you can always revisit this article as a quick refresher.
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