burlyqnell:

Adele & Fred Astaire: Vintage 8x10 photo

Before Fred Astaire was a Hollywood dance icon, he and his older sister, Adele, had a very popular vaudeville act.  Adele was both a singer and a dancer, and was often thought to be the more talented of the two siblings.  In 1932 Adele retired from show business when she married Lord Charles Arthur Francis Cavendish and moved to Ireland to reside in Lismore Castle.  Lord Cavendish died in 1944, and in 1947 Adele married Col. Kingman Douglass, and Air Force Officer and banker.  Douglass died in 1971, and 10 years later Adele would die of a stroke.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

My (art) history crush is Gianlorenzo Bernini. He was a Baroque sculptor, architect, painter, playwright, poet and darling of the Vatican court. He also had a fiery side, having an affair with a married woman, Costanza Bonarelli, which all came to a bloody end following suspicions of his brother’s salacious involvement with her. This included sword wielding in sacred buildings and clandestine slashing of faces. Aside from that, he helped shape the face of Rome and developed much of what we now recognise as the Baroque style.

OH YES

westmeathlibrary:

Ever wanted to travel the US? What about travelling the States through books?

Epic Reads has created a map of USA with one book per state.

And don’t forget to Search the Catalogue to start your reading project.

Can you come up with a book for every Irish county? Or European country?

westmeathlibrary:

Ever wanted to travel the US? What about travelling the States through books?

Epic Reads has created a map of USA with one book per state.

And don’t forget to Search the Catalogue to start your reading project.

Can you come up with a book for every Irish county? Or European country?

sharingpoetry:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,

tastefullyoffensive:

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sharingpoetry:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that…