Thursday, February 12, 2009

Woodlawn Cemetery, West Toledo

Now THAT is an angel. None of these wishy-washy Victorian ones or sappy greeting card jobbies.


Woodlawn Cemetery, West Toledo



Henry Theobald, of the Toledo Scale Company. This one's different, alright.

Woodlawn Cemetery, West Toledo






Wednesday, February 11, 2009

One Seagate


Woodlawn Cemetery, West Toledo



I suspect this one had Napoleon's tomb in mind.
The cupola of the former chapel is the only part that hasn't been changed beyond recognition. As it stands, the thing's a horrible mess.
The Ketchams, of the Valentine Theater.






Harry Wachter, the architect.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Woodlawn Cemetery

Edward and Florence Libbey


Chief Justice Waite


I'm a bit surprised the stained glass turned out so well, since some were taken through clear glass or plexiglass panes in the doors.




There are some excellent Gothic monuments from the 1920's.

I believe I have enough for about three days of posts. More tomorrow.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Day of the Dipshits

Seems to be a banner day for nincompoopery in Northwest Ohio. Have a look at THIS ACCOUNT of the Great Ice Fishing Fiasco. Pay particular attention to the real winner who said "we weren't in any danger." Pardon me, but if they weren't in any danger why did someone end up dead and the rescue operation end up costing $20,000.00? I wholeheartedly agree with the sheriff and police chief quoted in TODAY'S BLADE .
By the way, the incident even drew the notice of Auntie Beeb

Of course, no analysis of Northwest Ohio dipshitery could be complete without a mention of the brain dead morons of WSPD. I think THIS ARTICLE misses the mark. There are two reasons why the cutting edge media known as AM radio has been abandoned to the yapping of libertarian/pseudo-conservative blowhards. First, the sort of whiney permanent adolescents who like that sort of wanking are the only ones who haven't moved past the 50's world of AM. Second, those of us who didn't have our development arrested at the age of fourteen know how to find commentery online, unlike the average listener of WSPD, who, from the sound of things, seem unlikely to have mastered anything more complicated than a ball-peen hammer.