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In 1987, just shy of her 85th birthday, Baltimore heroine, baseball enthusiast and volunteer “Aunt” Mary Dobkin passed away. Crippled by frostbite at a young age, Aunt Mary was a pioneer in working with children and developing baseball teams around the city to create safe havens for the children to stay out of trouble. Her activism was brought to national attention in 1979 when Jean Stapleton starred in the movie about her life entitled “Aunt Mary.” (Irving H. Phillips Jr., Baltimore Sun photo, 1979)
1762: Ann Franklin became the first female editor of an American newspaper, the Newport, R.I., Mercury.
1787: Inventor John Fitch demonstrated his steamboat on the Delaware River to delegates of the Continental Congress.
1902: President Theodore Roosevelt became the first U.S. chief executive to ride in an automobile, in Hartford, Conn.
1911: It was announced in Paris that Leonardo da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa” had been stolen from the Louvre Museum the night before. (The painting turned up two years later, in Italy.)
Compiled by Carly Heideger and Paul McCardell.
“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”
- F. Scott Fitagerald
Details: Le Grand Saint Michel, Raffaello Sanzio - 1518
The Caryatids Room
Located on the ground floor of Pierre Lescot’s 16th-century Renaissance wing. Today it houses Roman copies of Greek originals long since disappeared.
- Musée du Louvre on Instagram.
#بلادي_الجميلة ❤ #مصر ❤
Photographe: Milton H Greene
Modèle: Omar Sharif
Date: 31/08/1963
Séance: au musée du Louvre, pour le magazine “Life”
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عمر الشريف ف فوتو سيشن لمجلة @LIFE
1963 ❤
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When I was young—old enough to like a boy but young enough to have no clue what that meant—there was a boy who I thought was my boyfriend and who said he was my boyfriend but who also completely ignored me at school…. When we were together, he’d tell me what he wanted to do to me. He wasn’t asking permission. I was not an unwilling participant. I was not a willing participant. I felt nothing one way or the other. I wanted him to love me. I wanted to make him happy. If doing things to my body made him happy, I would let him do anything to my body. My body was nothing to me. It was just meat and bones around that void he filled by touching me. Technically, we didn’t have sex but we did everything else. The more I gave, the more he took. At school, he continued looking right through me. I was dying but I was happy. I was happy because he was happy, because if I gave enough, he might love me. As an adult, I don’t understand how I allowed him to treat me like that. I don’t understand how he could be so terrible. I don’t understand how desperately I sacrificed myself. I was young.
FRAGMENTVM “What We Hunger For”
Puella quae annorum satis ad pueros amandos sed non hanc rem intellegendam habebam quemdam amabam qui quamquam se me quoque dilecturum polliceretur tamen coram ceteris neglegebat…. Mecum coniunctus quomodo me esset attacturus dicebat iniussu mei quae accipere volebam nolebamque, quae nihil morabar, quae beatum me amare simpliciter volebam. Si me attingere gaudeat, quod mea non interest, corpus capiendum tradam. Ipse caro ossaque sum sine me attingeat. Veris concubitibus non fictis cetera feceruntur, et quantum magis capiebat, tantum magis dabam. Aperte etiam neglegebat me moriens beatam, cum ego gauderem dum ille gauderet, cum ego gauderem dum ille me amaret, cum ille me amaret dum satis illi darem. Nunc femina quare sic illum passa sim vel ita peccaverit vel me desperata ipsa sacrificium fecerim non intellego. Ego tunc eram puella.