#lomain

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"FIND TWO BULLETS IN BODY OF GUARD SHOT BY CONVICTS," Vancouver Sun. October 8, 1912. Page 1 & 2. ---- Both Smith and Wilson Found Responsible by the Coroner's Jury for the Death of Warder Joynson. ---- TWELVE SHOTS FIRED BY ESCAPING MEN ---- Evidence Shows That Empty Revolver Was Nearly Means of Effecting Escape. ---- "We the jury find that the deceased Jake H. Joynson, a guard at the Dominion penitentiary, New Westmins ter, B. C., came came by his death at about 3:30 p. m. on the afternoon of Saturday, October 5, 1912, while in the discharge of his duty in the grounds of the said penitentiary from the effect of bullet wounds inflicted either by convict Smith or convict Wilson, or both, while said convicts were making an attempt to escape from lawful custody.

"James Graham, foreman; Marshall Hodgson. Harris Turner, Wm. B. Wickham, R. L. Lomaine, Thomas K. Caines."

This is the verdict given at the inquest concluded yesterday afternoon on the body of the guard shot dead in the attempted escape of convicts H. Wilson and Joseph Smith from the provincial penitentiary at New Westminster, and as soon as Wilson has sufficiently recovered from a wound in the neck received in the scuffle. the preliminary hearing will take place.

Suspicion Equally on Both. Either convict Smith or convict Wilson is the murderer, or both are guilty of the death of Warden Joynson at New Westminster penitentiary on Saturday afternoon. By the jury's verdict at the adjourned sitting of the inquest on the dead guard's body suspicion rests equally on both the desperate criminals. The inquest was held yesterday afternoon, and most important was the evidence of Dr. Green. and the production of the bullets taken from the body of the victim.

Two bullets were extracted from the ugly wounds they had caused Both were 32-calibre shooter bullets, exactly as used by the guards' revolvers at the penitentiary. No rifle bullet was found in the body, but there was a grazed bruise on the dead man's neck, which Dr. Green surmised might have been caused by a bullet searing past. Evidence was given which led to the idea that this graze might have been caused by a bullet fired accidentally in the scuffle which took place for the possession of the revolver between Guard Round and convict Smith.

Dr. Green's evidence, following his post mortem examination of the body of Guard Joynson, was to the effect that death had resulted from the bullet wound which he had traced from between the ribs in the back on the right side through the liver and large organs of the body to a point obliquely upward and just under the skin in the middle of the dead man's breast. The heart was not pierced.

There was another serious, but not necessarily fatal wound in the body. The bullet had passed through the thigh from behind into the groin. This wound in the opinion of those nearest the scene, had been received while Joynson was on the ground.

Twelve Shots Fired. Deputy Warden William Carrol who was on the scene while the struggle was at its height, and who was the first man to reach and raise the dying guard from the ground, stated that he believed twelve shots altogether had been fired by the convicts. There were three revolvers used in the affair by the desparadoes, and one rifle. No rifle shot had done any execution apparently.

All three revolvers were empty, and the most extraordinary thing about the whole desperate attempt at escape is that the most successful part of the whole scheme was achieved on the grim persuasive strength of an empty six-shooter. The gun with which the escaping convicts held up Guard Round and compelled him to cover their bold bid for liberty across the yard was innocent of cartridges.

Guard Craig, from whom they had wrested it, knew it to be harmless, and dazed by the sledge-hammer blow he had suffered, still made a frantic effort to call the bluff and tell Round to draw his own gun and shoot. But the convicts baffled him by the Instant's time it took to slam and lock a strong door in his face. Behind that door he remained with aching skull, battering vainly while the sharp, short, deadly scene was enacted.

No New Light. At the inquest held in the police court room at New Westminster the evidence of the principals in the affair (with the exception of the convicts was taken. No new light was thrown on the sensational story of the actual escape as far as it went, and the furious battle for liberty on the part of the convicts, but the stories of Guards Craig. Round, Wilcock, Morrison, and Elson taken together impressed the jury and audience with a sense of the serious risk run by warders moving about among convicts engaged in work with heavy tools.

Four square to the shimmering evening glow reflected on the Fraser river stands the great grim brick-walled penitentiary, ruddily aglow in the light. Four towers at the four corners, in which, as Deputy Warden Carrol stated in evidence, there are posted keen-eyed guards overlooking all the convicts' arena of exercise or labor, and armed with rifles ready for the protection of the guards with the convicts there below.

Three of those tower-stationed guards witnessed the attempted escape. The great bell of the central tower was rung, and from all sides came aid in time to prevent the es- cape, but too late to save the brave guard who lay in his blood in sight of three towers.

What Is the Use of It. "What is the use of it all?" was the incisive question put to Witness Carrol by Coroner McQuarrie just before the jury retired to consider their verdict. And what is the use of it all? he meant, though the witness at first scarcely caught the drift of the question.

For with all those precautions the British flag at the penitentiary hangs drearily at half mast today for brave man torn by death at the hands of ruffians from his position of responsibility and support of his wife and little loved ones. The warders paced in their high towers, but dared not use their rifles for fear of killing their own kind.

The revolvers supplied the ground guards for their protection were used as weapons against them with deadly effect by the desperadoes they strove to hold in durance vile. The protective system has protected the prisoners - but a faithful guard dead and a widow with a month-old babe at her breast and two toddlers clinging to her skirts as she sobs, are there today to show where the elaborate system of watch and ward has failed.

"Pathos in Joynson Murder Inquest," Vancouver Sun. October 8, 1912. Page 1. --- Man's Last Call for Wife and Kiddies ---- At the coroner's inquest in New Westminster yesterday into the the death of Warder Joynson, of the Provincial penitentiary, the evidence of Deptuy Warder Carrol struck a note of heart-rending pathos. Through the quiet words of the burly deputy could almost be heard the cruel agony of a dying man's last piteous call for the wife and three tiny children whom he was never again to see.

"What did Joynson say when you raised him up after you had seen the convicts secured?" was the question asked.

"He called for his wife and children," answered the deputy warden with a tremor in his voice. "He complained of sharp excruciating pain in his thigh and groin. I thought that was the only wound, and not a fatal one. He did not complain of the wound that was his death-wound."

Three or four minutes after Dr. Green reached his side the brave warder died, suffering. He had fought a good fight, and did his duty, giving his life for it.

From without the great barrier of brick walls of the penitentiary as that brave spirit fled, hurrying, hurrying, with heart torn with fear of as yet unrealized woe, there was brought the wife with her month-old baby at her breast.

For what did she come there? Only to receive the bitter news that her poor womanly haste had been in vain. She was a widow. Her little toddlers were fatherless.

Guard Joynson, a man who, as the doctor said, was splendidly strong and in perfect health, lay dead without being able to give her even a good-bye. Little wonder that the poor woman went back to her stricken home on Alberta street too stunned with sorrow to do aught but lean on the pitying aid of good hearted neighbors.

The humble little home is deserted today. The widow can not bear to be in it again. She is with friends who know of the hardships she has had to try her, who remember that her "all" for the journey to Vancouver from Montreal was snatched from her by a thief at the train steps at Montreal; that she was dependent week by week on the earnings of her husband for herself and three babes; that the two hundred dollars hastily subscribed by the dead guard's fellow- officers at the penitentiary are all she has now.

[solomonmaxx]

Mt. LeConte

Hiking the Appalachian Trail - May 3, 2015

This weekend we did not hike a section of the AT, but instead, we hiked Alum Cave trail up to the Mt. LeConte Lodge, where we stayed the night at the highest lodge in the Smoky Mountains. Five miles up. Five miles down. 6594 foot elevation.

It was my third time hiking up to LeConte and staying in the lodge, but this particular trek was my younger cousin's first time. We were rather lucky that the weather cooperated, yet again. The hike wasn't particularly long, so we headed to the mountains at 1:00 in the afternoon, which set a relaxed tone for the trip. The Alumn Cave trail is a relatively popular trial in the mountains, and consequently, we passed numerous other hikers.

As I hiked the familiar trail, I thought back to hiking it as a child. Certain views became grander and particular corners in the pathway recalled memories. This time, however, the view from the trail was unimpeded, and I was able to see for miles. Whereas the last time I hiked Alum Cave, it was rainy and foggy. What is great about Alum Cave trail is that you can see the top of Mt. LeConte at various points along the trail, which is helpful in gauging how far there is left to climb.

At the very top of the climb, there is a turn in the trail, and the scenery shifts from rocky mountainside and panoramic views to a contained mountain top forest with trees lining the pathway. From the turn in the trail, it is only ten more minutes to the lodge. We made it to the dining hall just in time for dinner.

Staying at the lodge allows the hiker the advantage of being able to watch the sunset from the top of the mountain, instead of having to hike back down the trail before night fall. We watched a glorious sunset before heading off to bed in our cabin. Our group did not have the best night’s sleep because of cool temperatures and creaky beds, but we awoke the next morning ready to hike back down the mountain.

After a breakfast of pancakes and eggs, we packed up our belongings and started our descent. It was another beautiful day and we ran into a couple of familiar faces as we carefully made our way down the mountain.

As we drove home my cousins and I all passed out in the car and took a well deserved nap.

Until the next trail,

Lo Main

[elf-kid2]

Does eating takeout lomain and egg-rolls, knowing full-well that my body can't distinguish between sugar and alcohol and is often confused about the difference between noodles, "placebo food," and possible drugs....

Does that count as a form of self-harm?

I was foggy-headed, non-verbal, and low in executive functioning for the rest of the evening. That is... honestly, within the expected range of results for me eating noodles. Especially with the probably-sugary soysauce.

Does... Does that count as a form of self-harm?

[marccolee1-blog]

Hong Kong style supper 2 #牛b仔清湯腩餐廳 #hong kong #lomain #ablone #porkskin #beefbrisket #noodles #iphone7plus (at 牛b仔清湯腩餐廳) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnrYFMalbJ1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=eo0vnse9rhoe

[mistaboombastick]

My #feast of #chinesefood came from #kingspalace on #Broadway #lomain #eggfooyoung #friedrice all w/#shrimp this is 3 to 4 days of #deliciousdinner #eatme #myfoodporn #nomorecooking this week (at King's Palace)

[obstinate-docbot]

“Of course!” May-Lynn chuckled. “You love meat!”

Lloyd chuckled. “I got lomaine with meat and veggies!”

“I got sweet and sour noodles and puffy pot stickers!” May-Lynn smiled. “You should try the pot stickers, Jill! You’d like them! They’ve got meat inside of them!”

Ratchet was in the Autobot headquarters on earth in Jasper Nevada. While the other members of team prime were busy entertaining the human children, Ratchet was busy in his medical bay, typing up some reports on the computer. He wasn’t alone, however, he had a child with him. A young human girl named Riley. She had joined team prime a month ago, and after bonding with the medi bot, Ratchet decided to become her guardian.

The young girl was watching Ratchet type away on the computer. Ratchet didn’t seem to mind as she was much calmer and quieter than the other kids.

@futuremysteryshack

[thepunksink]

Today I noticed my mental health improved a lot because I woke up and brushed my teeth immediately then chose to eat granola cerial over the delicious greasy ass stack of lomaine noodles leftover from last night. Im taking care of myself again.

[devinwolfi]

*eats my lomain with chopsticks by twisting it like spaghetti*

[anneapocalypse]

Locus x Maine......Lomaine

sounds like some noodles.

[solomonmaxx]

Newfound Gap

Hiking the Appalachian Trail - April 18, 2015

I am absolutely, positively, exhausted.

We awoke at 6:30AM this morning and got ready as quick as we could to leave the house. I snagged a quick bowl of oatmeal before putting on my jacket and loading up the car with my mom, dad, and brother. We picked up two of my cousins by 7:30AM and were on our way to Clingmans Dome (yes, the place where we started our last hike). This time we hiked eight miles from Clingmans Dome down to Newfound Gap. Piece by piece my parents and I are hiking the Appalachian Trail that runs through the Great Smoky Mountains – and we take along who ever is brave enough to come with us.

The day began dreary and clouds hung in the sky, threatening rain. Yet, by the time we reached the top of the mountain, the weather had cleared up. Again, we were on top of the world and could see for miles. There was still some cloud coverage at lower elevations, so we were looking out onto the tops of clouds. It was quite the motivation that launched us up the first, rather steep, half mile to the lookout tower that is Clingmans Dome. The panorama was stunning.

After we gazed over mountaintops and clouds, we got on the Appalachian Trail and began the more intense part of our journey. Although our trek was mostly downhill, we definitely endured some significant uphill stretches of trail. The trail itself was muddy most of the way. Thus we had to navigate creatively around the puddles.

I often caught myself in a trance of staring at rocks and calculating my next move. When I caught myself, I would immediately look up and take in the scenery. The forest was enclosed around us, and every now and then, we would come upon a break in the trees where we could see the mountains sprawling out into the distance.

The trail conversation was light and humorous. We were all pitching in, trying to help come up with trail names for my cousins.

Toward the end of the trip, the last two miles, our legs began to drag a bit as the hike was beginning to take its toll. Nevertheless, we emerged from the trail at Newfound Gap and  enjoyed a feast of snacks in the parking lot.

The trip was definitely a different excursion because we were with a larger group, yet still enjoyable. Plus, we were rather fortunate to have great weather again – partly cloudy, clear skies, no rain, and springtime temperatures.

Here’s to another section of the GSM-AT done!

Signing off, Lo Main

[ninja-of-energy]

Kai split his dish with Skylor.

“Want some of mine, mom?” Lloyd offered. “I got lomaine.”

“You can have some of mine too. I got sweet and sour noodles and veggies.” May-Lynn offered.

“Thank you, but I’m not a fan of the sweet and sour noodles.” Misako said and then turned to her son and smiled. “I’ll take you up on your offer though, son.”

“O-Oh...okay.” May-Lynn frowned and went back to eating.

Lloyd split his meal with his mother and the two of them happily ate.

May-Lynn was picking at her food. She felt awkward around Lloyd’s mother. Even though Misako had adopted her, she felt as though Misako didn’t really consider her, her daughter.

It started when Lloyd and the other ninja received an invite from Mabel to join her at one of her temple dig sites. They had accepted the offer, gathered everything they needed and headed through the portal to the dig site where Mabel was at.

“Hey Mabel!” Jay called out with a smile.

@futuremysteryshack

[mayorchibi]

i love shrimp lomaine

[ask-emrald]

*she tipes on her phone* hm.. I think ill get general tsoes and fried rice... *tipe tipe tipe*oh, and i side of lomain.*tipe tipe* anything else?

*Phoebe knocked in the door to her moms' house with a big smile on her face* Hey Mom, wanna go out shopping?

@ask-emrald

[ludicful]

Day One - 2.4.18

I just went on a date with a really cute guy. Tonight, is super bowl but i don’t really like football so I’m going with my dad to Haverhill MA. We might stop at Barnes and Nobel on the way, because i have a gift card and want to get a book. Maybe a notebook and a poetry book. I’m not sure yet. I had lunch at the mall with my date, and to drink i had this really good but way to sweet papaya smoothie from Orange Julius. Then when my date left, i started to get a bit hungry so i got veggie lomaine and i got some “general chicken”, but i didn’t really like the chicken. So i just ate the lomaine. The lomaine needed some soy sauce but once i put it on, it was good. Now I’m home waiting for my little brother to go to the super bowl party with my grandmother. Thats pretty much it.

Ash

[solomonmaxx]

The Home Stretch

Hiking the Appalachian Trail - August 1, 2015

Today is the day. We are hiking the last 5 miles of the Appalachian Trail through the Great Smoky Mountains. But to do so, we have to hike a total of 21 miles. There is not an easy entry point to the piece of the AT we have left to hike. So, the last day of our GSM-AT journey is going to be a long one. My brother is in town, which means the four of us will be hiking together. And a friend of my mom's is joining us.

5:30 AM - Catch our ride to Clingman's Dome, the top of the mountain.

7:00 AM - We are met at the top of the mountain by a gorgeous sunrise and clear skies.

Clingman's Dome is all too familiar at this point. We have started multiple hikes from this point, but today's hike will be the last for a while. The weather is great, and we're feeling good.

The day passes by quicker than most of the other hikes. Maybe it is because of the continuous conversation, or the panorama views that pop up around every turn. But before I know it, we are at Derrick Knob.

From here we are starting the 5 miles of the AT we have yet to hike - Derrick Knob to Thunderhead. The downhill descent from Clingman's Dome has ceased, and we work our way up multiple climbs. Some of the uphill stretches seem never ending.

The last uphill stretch to Thunderhead was definitely a long one (30-45 mins), but once we reached the top the moment set in. The finish line view made us feel on top of the world. We had completed the whole AT through the Smoky Mountains. From here the rest should be a familiar down hill that we did earlier in the year.

We made our way from Thunderhead to Rocky Top. After Rocky Top, we ran into a group of Buddhists having a spiritual moment on the trail. It was an interesting situation because they were blocking the trail and asked us if we wanted to join their group. However, we politely declined and made our way around them. Finishing today's hike was all that was on our minds.

The stretch from Bote Mountain Trail down to Cades Cove was seemingly never ending, almost more so than the uphill trek to Thunderhead. But as we picnic at the car at the end of the trail, the pain in our feet is taking a back seat to the idea that we are done with the AT.

The experience of hiking with my parents is not a new one, but at this point in my life, it is more appreciated. What we have accomplished together is a moment in our lives that we will always look back on and talk fondly of. Until the next hike...

Over and out,

Lo Main