OVER THERE – Hillside School Students Visit Paris (& London)

No Hillside School students here, and not this summer. Persons with skills for timing French vehicles may date this and share their expertise with a comment. This, of course, is the Arc de Triomphe. (Click to Enlarge - all the pictures)
The collected grime on this record of the Arc can be compared to that on the above postcard. It looks similar. This I photographed in the summer of 1955 with a borrowed Leica. I was visiting Paris for two weeks as an "Older Boy Delegate" to a centennial having something to do with the YMCA. I no longer remember the conference well at all but Paris quite well. Like may other of the 35 older boys and girls (yes girls too) from the U.S. Northwest, I skipped most of the conference meetings and toured Paris by foot. And I have the pictures.
Last year Berangere Lomont (of this blog) returned to the corner of my above snap and recorded this repeat. She comments "As we can notice, the Arc de Triomphe is whiter and the flag bigger. The population has changed too!"
Another look of mine from 1955. I do not know what patriotic event is being celebrated here. Apparently the Arc is used so often enough.
Berangere's clean "repeat" last September, 2009 of my 1955 recording. The flag is still bigger.
Another cleaned Arc, this one from the side, 2009. Here too the people are different.
Valiantly Jean and at least some of this students climbed the spiral stairway to the top of the Arc de Triomphe.
Jean's July 28, 2010 view from the top. He looks east-southeast down the Champs Elysees.
By comparison we "step" back and up into an Allied military plane in 1944 as it flies low over Paris at or just after the time of its August liberation. Note that the "traffic" is pedestrian and a few military vehicles on the Avenue de la Grande Armee. This view also looks east-southeast, and in line with the view just above. Here the west face of the Arc shows, and a bit cleaner, it seems to me, than in the postcard at the top, which shows its opposite face.
Returning to the summer of 1955 and an older boy's recording of the Champs Elysees with his back to the Arc de Triomphe, taken from the same corner as those views of the Arc, shown above near the top.
Berangere's later repeat, Sept. 2009
. . . and Berangere's repeat of Jean and I at the same corner in the summer of 2005. (Opening this coming April 2011 at King County's MOHAI, - Museum of History and Industry - will be an exhibit of REPEAT PHOTOGRAPHY produced by Berangere, Jean and I. It will include subjects from Paris, Washington State, and Seattle. Please come for the opening, although we don't have the hour as yet, but you may not have a 2011 calendar as yet as well.)
Left to right, Jean, Berangere and Jean's brother Kael, the director of Hillside School. Kael and his wife Anne helped Jean with the trip. This is late on the evening of their first day in Paris. Anne may be making sure that the students are asleep in their hotel.
Nearly their last event on their last day in Paris, typically another visit to a Cafe, itself a landmark, the Brasserie Gallopin. Kael is on the right. The Paris hosts, Berangere and her husband Denis, are at the center. Denis in the blue shirt with his back turned to Jean's camera, and Berangere is half hidden behind him. Denis! Denis! Almost certainly Jean asked everyone to look at the camera.
Postscript: Before their week in Paris the Hillside Students had a week in London. Here they pose at Trafalgar Square. What fun for the brass lion too.

Our Daily Sykes #97 – Oregon Coast Seal Caves

On no trip along the Oregon Coast have I ever stopped to see the famous Seal Caves. Once upon a time placards and bumper stickers were as commonplace for this roadside attraction as for California's "Trees of Mystery" which the Dorpat family did stop to see for enchantment or perhaps to demystify. Here's Horace's commonplace look into the cave from the viewing platform that it still reached by elevator. You can google this and find more than one YouTube with crashing waves and brave seals. (Click to Enlarge)

Our Daily Sykes #96 – Grand Coulee Dam from the Rear

Jean also took a photo of the rear of Grand Coullee, repeating an Asahel Curtis view of the canyon before the dam. We will go looking for that "then-now" soon for another Sykesaddendum. (Click to Enlarge)
This look at the Grand Coulee Dam also from the rear shows work-in-progress. The bridge across, or along and above, the spillway is not completed. This scene may also show the remnants of an orange peel lying in two curling parts on the dirt at the bottom. Perhaps.
Skype's look to the unfinished front, and showing the ten portals or gates that let the river run through the dam before it began generating power in March of 1941, ahead of schedule.
An earlier - somewhat - construction view recorded from the bridge.
Not by Sykes but not long after his several visits during construction.
Too earlly, perhaps, for Sykes. Not by him and not attributed. Note the "Safety Pays" sign on the far side. But first CLICK TO ENLARGE.

Blogaddendum res DAILY SYKES #26 Mt. Hood

Here’s some help from Robert Cross of Camas, WA.   Robert was alerted to our confusion by a mutual friend, Angela Roark.  Thanks Angela.  Cross has used Google Earth better than we did, perhaps because he was willing to cross the Columbia River with it.  We didn’t.  Here’s his description of what he discovered.

“OK. I checked it out on Google Earth, and pinpointed it exactly, by going down to birdseye level/angle, matching up the view of the mountain, and then flying backwards until the landmarks in the foreground were in view. This photo was def…(tharr be more)initely taken from the hills above Lyle, WA, looking across to Rowena and then down towards the mountain from the NE. I would say that it’s either Alder Springs Rd/Oliver Point Rd or a little further up on the hill at Oda Knight Rd. Looks too far from the river to be Riverview Rd. Is that good enough?”

It surely is good enough Robert, and thanks much.

This appeared first here as "Our Daily Sykes #26" for May 10, 2010.

Our Daily Sykes #94 – Smokey Stover

This cartoon sat up among Horace Syke's kodachrome slides. Bill Holman was the complete artist for the Smokey Stover strip that ran from 1935 until his retirement in 1973. He both wrote it and drew it. It was a model for a variety of screwball comics, and Holman's capacity for puns is by now legendary. Here's some of Wikipedia's summary of Holman's accomplishment. "Although most of the stories in the strip (and the occasional comic book) centered around Smokey's escapades with his chief, the plots were mainly a framework to display an endless parade of wild humor, sight gags, puns, mirthful mishaps, nonsensical dialogue and fourth wall references. An 'anything for a laugh' atmosphere pervaded the panels, and Holman's continuing inventiveness managed to keep Smokey Stover going for nearly 40 years. Holman often reached moments of surreality that did for comic strips what Tex Avery's wacky cartoons offered in animation." For myself it is gratifying that the only cartoon to show up among Horace's stuff is an example of Holman's fireman. (Click to Enlarge)

WRECK No.3 "The Horrors of Travel"

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THE HORRORS OF TRAVEL

(Harpers Weekly Sept. 23, 1865)

“All aboard” a train

Riding into another train

Or over a cliff because someone

Or something broke a rail!

Whether intentionally or innocently

It is equally horrible for you and the conductor.

That’s it, that’s all, your life is over!

So long, so short

Now no difference.

Think of playing an accordion so blithe

Aboard a side-wheeler, enjoying the cruise.

The steamer blows up – in two.

You, the squeezebox, the purser go three ways.

There is no help – no big sand pail

No caustic for a ship breaking up

Or glue for its passengers and crew.

In spite of all the jolly talk

About comfort and progress,

Or gainful commerce taught

About investments in transshipments,

“Where Rail Meets Sail”

Was once also a horrific thought,

Immigrants jostled in schooners in a storm,

Tourists steaming aboard a Blue Funnel

Travelers riding west on a Mountain Goat

Most expected that those machines were well wrought

With handiwork fit tight and crews well taught

But still climbing up the riders’ throats

Were the old horrors of travel.

Boarding a train or schooner

You don’t have to any longer.

But there are modern ways

To find perdition sooner.

Take your own motorcar

Or ride a motorbike

Into a slippery night.