Tuesday


18
Jun 13

Churchill War Rooms

And now we’re going to get historical and nerdy. I hope you’ll indulge me.

Today we visited the highly regarded and “You must go see” the Churchill War Rooms. Here’s the entrance, which is little more than a landing and a staircase underground. This is where Winston Churchill met with his war leaders during World War II. This was where the British ran their war from 1939 until 1945. It was reopened by Margaret Thatcher in 1984.

Generals and high ranking civilians and Royal Marines worked and lived down there. Previously it was a basement store, but was converted in 1938. Churchill’s name is on the name of the place, but he actually didn’t like it.

This is the first thing you see, is this authentic 500-pound German bomb. During 1940, in the height of the Blitz, the roof of the underground workspace was augmented with a steel-reinforced concrete layer. People in the area had no idea.

The tour is self-guided. They give you the device with the keypad and speaker and you just listen and linger at your own speed. I lingered slowly. Here is the cabinet room. They’d all meet here. That oak chair in the center back was where Churchill sat:

These rooms, with few exceptions, returned to storage after the war. But they were meticulously restored for museum purposes. Someone thought to take highly detailed photographs when the war room was still in service and the Imperial War Museums rebuilt the entire facility. It feels incredibly immersive, too.

This little room was the living quarters of Brendan Bracken, the minister of information. Bracken founded the modern Financial Times and was briefly the First Lord of the Admiralty. George Orwell worked for him. Bracken was the inspiration for Big Brother. He died of cancer in 1958.

This was Sir Edward Bridges’ room. A captain in World War I, Bridges became a senior official in the British civil service. After the war he was named Permanent Secretary to the Treasury and Head of the Home Civil Service. He was knighted in 1965 and died four years later, at 77.

Clementine Churchill, the prime minister’s wife, slept here. This feels about diagonally opposite of his room.

Other bedrooms belonged to Maj. Sir Desmond Morton (who was shot in the heart during World War I and still served, with the bullet lodged inside him), Cdr. Tommy Thompson and others. Secretaries and others working in the war rooms carried sheets with them and slept wherever they found a space.

This is an authentic map hanging in the Chiefs of Staff conference room. Note the Hitler graffiti.

Speaking of maps, try this one, which marked the battle lines. Just to the west of those white pins, about three-quarters up their path, is where my great-grandfather was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge.

Here’s the code for that map:

This map was in the map convoy room. This is the eastern seaboard section of a world map that ran the width of the room. Each day the location of Allied convoys were updated here. Note the hundreds of pinholes.

Some of the original electrical equipment:

Some of the keys that ran the joint:

Keys for these doors were there. But you don’t really know what these rooms were for. Some mysteries remain secret:

And now some kitchen shots. This is where all of the food was made for the people in the war rooms:

I went back, after our own snack lunch in the museum’s cafeteria, to take these individual shots. A group of students were working their way through. One said “I thought Churchill was rich?”

Time changes perspective on a lot of things.

Right after them came a group of six older folks. One said “We had one of those. Do you remember those?” Another, looking at this black stove, said “We had three of those. One was for the help.”

See those three stacked cans on the shelf? That was corn beef sold by Libby, McNeill & Libby, an American concern. They were founded in Chicago in the 19th century and were also canning fruits and vegetables by the time war broke out. By 1960 Libby’s had annual revenues of $296 million. As with everything, there have been corporate changes. Swift & Company sold to Seneca Foods in 1982. NestlĂ© picked it up a few years later. Then, just before the turn of the century came ConAgra to take over canned meats. The nectar side of the business was picked up by Tequesta Foods three years ago.

And they’re sitting there in the British war rooms kitchen. Corned beef in the famous trapezoidal can. That wasn’t what Churchill ate. He preferred prime rib.

Ronuk has been around since at least 1908. You can see a lot of old newspaper ads here. They are still around.

Tea? I’d just like everything to be labeled like this, please.

Bread? Not a big fan of the drop shadow font here. I wonder how authentic that is to the time. Anyone?

Whitbread started as a brewery in 1742 on the outskirts of London. They got in to coffee and then at the start of the 21st century dropped beer and pubs for the hotel and restaurant industry.

Sand. For fires and such:

A propaganda poster in one of the secretarial areas:

A scramble phone in one of the bedrooms:

This wax mannequin is manning the radio system. From here the prime minister could speak to the BBC and, thus, the world:

And here’s where Churchill delivered those speeches. This was his room and office. Supposedly the items here are authentic. When they closed the war rooms this was one of the few areas that were left untouched.

That’s Churchill’s bed. But he seldom stayed there. Hated it, remember? Had to put on the brave British front. He actually watched the London bombings from the roof above. History records that Churchill spent three nights here. And countless naps. The man loved his naps.

The man also loved his maps. Here’s a legend he kept in his room:

This clocked in at 1,000 words and 31 pictures. And there’s still more to go for the day …


18
Jun 13

Tower of London

This morning we went to see the Crown Jewels. They are in here. Unfortunately you aren’t allowed to take photographs of the shiny stones. They are, as you might imagine, a more than impressive collection.

This guy is guarding them — among a lot of other security, of course. He is a member of the Grenadier Guards, named in honor of the defeat of the Grenadiers of the French Imperial Guards at the Battle of Waterloo in 1815. They started their service in the 17th century. Most recently they’ve been in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan for three separate tours.

This is the Bloody Tower, famous as a prison keep and torture site. Scottish King John Balliol, Sir Walter Raleigh, boy princes Edward IV and Richard, Anne Askew and others were held there. Or tortured there. Or died there. These were less than enlightened times. Now there’s a torture exhibit. And, nearby, a gift shop!

This bronze, nine-pounder was cast by Louis Ernest Maritz in the Netherlands in 1813 for Napoleon I. It was captured by the English at Waterloo in 1815. It was named “L’Etonnant” — The Thunderer.

This cannon was cast by Vallette in the French town of Metz in October of 1813, for Napoleon. It was named “Le Guebre” — The Fire Worshipper.

This one was also cast by Vallette in July of 1813. It was named “Le Cigne” — The Swan. The English captured a lot of guns at Waterloo.

Here’s the famous Tower Bridge. Built between 1886 and 1894, it is a combined bascule and suspension bridge. This is not the London Bridge that is falling down in singsong fashion. The bridge once opened almost 50 times a day, but now only opens about three times a day.

Our Beefeater, he gave us our tour of the Tower of London. In theory they are responsible for any prisoners in the Tower and safeguarding the British crown jewels. In reality they act as tour guides and are tourist attractions themselves. Ours was a funny guy. He told all the Americans “This could all be yours if you’d only paid your taxes!”

He also picked on me. And some Australians.

Chris Skaife is something of a celebrity as the Ravenmaster. The raven tradition dates back centuries, and are said to help safeguard the tower and the kingdom. Skaife made sure to let you know that you can follow him on Twitter.

This is the Tower Hill Memorial, a national war memorial for members of the Merchant Navy and fishing fleets. It commemorates those who died during both world wars and have “no grave but the sea.” The memorial lists 24,000 names.

And, here she is, in the famous phone booth photo. I bet no one ever does this in the States:

Later, a big museum post.


11
Jun 13

Another sea day

“It is 3:30 on a Tuesday and you are having a drink. As you should be,” she said to her lifelong friend. Hard to argue with that:

lounge

The Yankee is modeling in the hallway outside our cabin:

Ren

Our cruise director has a Broadway background, and so he was excited about Donna McKechnie, who won a Tony for A Chorus Line in 1976. She was diagnosed with arthritis in 1980 and told she’d never dance again. And then she turned to choreography and television before, in 1996, winning the Fred Astaire Award for Best Female Dancer. Lately she’s touring on this show, Inside the Music, a mix of songs, dances and anecdotes about her life in the theater. She has a beautiful voice. If you can see this show, don’t. It isn’t good. Unless you’re interested in the therapy of others through interpretative song.

Donna McKechnie

At least she recognized “these marvelous musicians,” the cruise group, four people with names she couldn’t be bothered to learn.

This is the best reaction for that:

aerialists

Just sitting in one of the quiet lounges on the back of the ship:

aerialists

Sunset:

aerialists

And now it is time for the creative food carving. Have a dragon:

aerialists

Tomorrow we’ll wake up in Bermuda.


4
Jun 13

Tuesday throwbacks

Because it is June and my site and so on I’ve decided that this will be a week of older pictures. Most of these are on my phone. Some of them have been in this space or elsewhere on the site or in some of the regular social media places before. So they might be old to you — and bless you for still visiting — or they might be brand new.

Enjoy.

It is hard being the black cat. This is some time in the early fall of 2011:

Allie

Later that same year we had Thanksgiving on Dauphin Island. We stopped just as we crossed the bridge for sunset pictures:

Ren

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28
May 13

The blehrgh

I’m coming down with it, whatever the sinus-driven, allergy death mojo of the day is. The Yankee got it last week — she was fine when she got on her bike and then after a short ride she was feeling less than her normal best self. And that continued for several days before her medicine took hold.

Me, I got home from my weekend visit to see grandparents, stood outside for about 10 minutes to rinse the bird souvenirs off of my car and came inside feeling it too. So I’m telling myself these are Tennessee Valley allergens, which means I could flush them out of my system soon now that I’m back on the plain.

Otherwise, I have developed local allergies and that would be no good.

The good news is that this seems mostly confined to the region between the third rib and the nasal cavity. The bad news is that I’d rather have pretty much any other part of me not feeling well.

The upside is that it gave me the opportunity to not only listen to, but live this song:

But, I mowed the lawn today. I trimmed back a tree. I took this picture of Allie:

Allie

Did some other things. Felt my head swim. Started taking sinus and allergy pills myself. Life is grand.

Adam came over for dinner, and then we all ventured out to the new Dunkin Donuts. It opened today! And it closed this evening. So they aren’t 24-hours yet, after all.

If they were worn out on the first day, this doesn’t bode well. (I’m sure they’ll be fine.)

Finally, if you ignore the reporter, this is the best story you’ll watch all day: