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Arminius said:
If someone is looking for Christmas present for @Stihldog it may be tires! 😎😉
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Nope…Nope. I’ve got two new spares ready to go on before the snow flies. (Any minute now). Save your money to renew your knitting class subscription for next year. 😉
Ps; already renewed mine. 👍🏻
 
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Arminius said:
If someone is looking for Christmas present for @Stihldog it may be tires!
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mtbbiker said:
I posted these pics really quick yesterday without any context. Southern California trail called Santa Ana River trail (SART). We’ve had bad fires there, so the rain caused wash outs all over The place.

I ride a Crestline with 750wh batt + 250wh extender. The ride ended up being 48 miles with 6k elevation, my longest off-road ride to date, 3% battery 🪫 left. Quite a memorable ride👍🏼
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Fair milage that 👏. 44 and 4800 ft climbing my limit on Levo. You'll be 18000 ft climbing
 
Remembrance Day everyone. 11/11/11
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My father was not in the 11 war , but only shortly after. Canadian Armed Forces had a small part but the sacrifice was still there.
 
My Dad was......chief telegraphist on HMS Wolverine...a destroyer on Atlantic anti submarine patrol escorting merchant shipping. Being Cornish, when he was enlisted they assumed he must be a mariner so put him in the Royal Navy. He had never been on a boat in his life before!!
 
Just gan said:
I have started reading ww2 books this past year some good reading there. My father too young as well. Had an uncle in Japanese POW camp . My wife's father was on the Arctic Convoys at nineteen scary that. We got his medals a few years ago , getting a book about that for Xmas. Yes brave folk.
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I started becoming interested in the history of ww2 before my father’s death. He joined at 17 and soon became a navigator. His stories were interesting and now I suspect that I may have a few siblings in France 🇫🇷 …I think?🤔
 
Just gan said:
I have started reading ww2 books this past year some good reading there. My father too young as well. Had an uncle in Japanese POW camp . My wife's father was on the Arctic Convoys at nineteen scary that. We got his medals a few years ago , getting a book about that for Xmas. Yes brave folk.
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My Dad rarely talked about his wartime experiences...I got the impression he just wanted to erase the memory. He did say on one occasion that he and most of the crew were always hungry, suffered continuous sea sickness and were apprehensive every day.
 
Mikerb said:
My Dad rarely talked about his wartime experiences...I got the impression he just wanted to erase the memory. He did say on one occasion that he and most of the crew were always hungry, suffered continuous sea sickness and were apprehensive every day.
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Father in law was bad with the booze . Would rant on about Murmansk when under the influence. His sisters are still alive they remember him coming home from Convoys thin and not well at all .
 
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My father was called up after WW2 had ended, but was still sent to Singapore. Lots of Japanese soldiers were still fighting because they didn't know that the war was over. The Emporer had to make a special broadcast calling for them to surrender, but some still didn't. He would go on two-week patrols in the seething, sweaty, muddy, horrible jungle. Dad said that the underpants that the troops were given to wear used to rot through. He lost a lot of weight and as a young man from Gateshead he was skinny to start with. He was a reluctant soldier; he briefly got to corporal before losing it for (ahem) borrowing the signaller's motorbike overnight for a trip into the town with several mates, bringing it back damaged. The day he left the army (no ribbons or medals of any kind) was one of the best days of his life. He died aged 69, bone cancer. RIP Dad.

My grandfather (Dad's Dad) was in the local army reserve before the first WW and was called up on day one. He was a private in the Durham Light Infantry (like my Dad) and ended up as the Regimental Sergeant Major with two Military Crosses and a load of others for bravery and service. Amazingly, he survived the war despite being gassed, which for a miner was not a good thing. But he did not survive the peace. The only job for this distinguised man was down the pit. He died in poverty coughing his lungs out. This sort of treatment of our armed forces was routine at the time, but that does not make it excusable. He died when my Dad was eight years old, Dad's Mum had died when he was three. Times were hard then. RIP Grandad.
 
steve_sordy said:
My father was called up after WW2 had ended, but was still sent to Singapore. Lots of Japanese soldiers were still fighting because they didn't know that the war was over. The Emporer had to make a special broadcast calling for them to surrender, but some still didn't. He would go on two-week patrols in the seething, sweaty, muddy, horrible jungle. Dad said that the underpants that the troops were given to wear used to rot through. He lost a lot of weight and as a young man from Gateshead he was skinny to start with. He was a reluctant soldier; he briefly got to corporal before losing it for (ahem) borrowing the signaller's motorbike overnight for a trip into the town with several mates, bringing it back damaged. The day he left the army (no ribbons or medals of any kind) was one of the best days of his life. He died aged 69, bone cancer. RIP Dad.

My grandfather (Dad's Dad) was in the local army reserve before the first WW and was called up on day one. He was a private in the Durham Light Infantry (like my Dad) and ended up as the Regimental Sergeant Major with two Military Crosses and a load of others for bravery and service. Amazingly, he survived the war despite being gassed, which for a miner was not a good thing. But he did not survive the peace. The only job for this distinguised man was down the pit. He died in poverty coughing his lungs out. This sort of treatment of our armed forces was routine at the time, but that does not make it excusable. He died when my Dad was eight years old, Dad's Mum had died when he was three. Times were hard then. RIP Grandad.
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We have photocopy of my wife's grandads WW1 diary. His ship was torpedoed he was ill for many years before it was accepted it was due to war injuries. He was in traction for a couple of years. We are going to try to translate it so its more readable and kept . It's very hard to decipher his writing and the phrases they used back then makes it harder . Job for this winter I think . Then I will try to sort out all my recovered files after I deleted all my old pictures by mistake 😅
 
Just gan said:
We have photocopy of my wife's grandads WW1 diary. His ship was torpedoed he was ill for many years before it was accepted it was due to war injuries. He was in traction for a couple of years. We are going to try to translate it so its more readable and kept . It's very hard to decipher his writing and the phrases they used back then makes it harder . Job for this winter I think . Then I will try to sort out all my recovered files after I deleted all my old pictures by mistake 😅
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I stare at the plastic containers, filled with our photo albums, pictures of our parents from the 30’s, every day. VHS tapes, CD’s, disc drives, etc. There’s got to be a better way.

Our kids probably don’t want boxes and boxes of memories …I think there’s an app for that.
 
Stihldog said:
I stare at the plastic containers, filled with our photo albums, pictures of our parents from the 30’s, every day. VHS tapes, CD’s, disc drives, etc. There’s got to be a better way.

Our kids probably don’t want boxes and boxes of memories …I think there’s an app for that.
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Every time I open the photo box more get thrown away. Only means something to me. As for my parents pics half the people I don't recognise. No-one left alive to ask.
 
Just gan said:
Reminds me on the time a cat was stuck on telegraph pole in my garden in pouring rain . I was away next door neighbour wouldn't go up and neither would my son ( a ex Roofer ). My wife Mighty Mo went up no problem .
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Go on ..you'll be telling us next that she invented pole dancing ..😉😂
 
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