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Unikalny zbior 49 historycznych fotografii z oryginalnymi napisami o zeglowania, wedkowania i polowania w Nowa Fundlandia i Labrador, Kanada 1965/66 [w tym obrazow graficznych z polowania na foki.] Zrobione przez Johna Penny 18-letni Wolontariat Overseas (VSO) nauczyciel z Wielkiej Brytanii, ktory mieszkal i pracowal w miejscowej szkole wspolnoty od 1965/66. Fotografie wniesc istotny wklad do kultury, edukacji i historii naturalnej okresu i pieknie przedstawiaja bogaty gobelin zycia w okolicach Nain w czasie. Kazdy album skupia sie na roznych aspektach sposob wspolnoty zycia. Uwaga: niektorzy czytelnicy moga znalezc niektore z fotografii niepokojace. [Fotografia na okladce: naprawiali sieci na Wharfe, zdjecia dzieki uprzejmosci Jana Penny] [Polska Edycja]

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"Llewelyn pracowat z Szanownego Kanadyjski Senator William (Bill) Rompkey, na pismie historie Wolontariatu Overseas ( VSO ) w Labrador. To jest to, co Bill napisat w swoim liscie do pierwszego get- razem z VSO nauczycieli w Pateley Bridge, North Yorkshire 1 do 3 Sierpnia 2003. .."". Labrador powotani do Ciebie i wzywamy was teraz. Mam nadzieje, ze to, co mozna w trakcie syntezy kilku dni wypetnic rekord Labrador ze swoimi wspomnieniami i refleksjami. To tez bedzie on istotny wktad do historii Labrador gtownie, ale mam nadzieje, ze cieszyc sie razem czas. Llewelyn Pritchard wykonat niezwykta prace w doprowadzeniu was razem. On jest tak przebiegty, jak Holmes, jak i trwate, jak Poirot. Mogtby byc nawetwielki Canadian ! Zawdzieczamy mu wiecej niz mozna powiedziec. To jest jego impreza i wiem, to bedzie sukces. Wszystkie zyczenia. Bill Rompkey"" Interview with Llewelyn Pritchard: Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing? I grew up on the Black Mountain north of Swansea, South Wales. I haven't really got a clue how this influenced my writing except I suppose it instilled in me a great love of nature, adventure and the outdoors. I am the son of an elite collier and I would much rather take this opportunity to dedicate this great poem to his memory: In Memory of my Dad ""My father was a miner, He worked deep underground; The rush of drams and clanking chains. They were his daily sounds. He worked so far below the ground. Where coal was hewed by pick, The work so hard and wages small He didn't dare go sick. He crawled upon his belly. In drifts so low and narrow, The wind it whistled down the shaft. It chilled him to the marrow. He ate his food from a Tommy box, Shaped like a slice of bread, While squatting down upon the ground, Where spit and crumbs were shed. His water, it was in a Jack, to wet down clouds of dust, That gathered daily in his throat and lungs. Where it formed a deadly crust. We would listen for his footsteps, He then came into sight: This man, our Dad, as black as black, just like the darkest night; Right down his back white rivers ran amongst the dirt and grime, But you cannot wash away blue scars. That you get down the mine. Years now have passed. My father gone, But I am proud to say, My Father was a miner, until his dying day."" by William Holden"

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