Same here, except my grand father kept one, an ash tray as he was a smoker.The things I made at school were so bad my mother threw them out as soon as I left home.
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Same here, except my grand father kept one, an ash tray as he was a smoker.The things I made at school were so bad my mother threw them out as soon as I left home.
No, in Germany it's common practice if you decide on having a funeral service and this is very often the case. To be precise, the eulogist "doesn't do the mourning for you". In fact, it's the opposite: he or she doesn't mourn at all and that's exactly why s/he's hired because they're often the only ones who are in a position of giving a funeral address. All the other attendees can't since they are mourning.You blokes dont find hiring someone to do the mourning for you strange?
You know something about Meissen?Meissen.
I do. Had forgotten that you were a local. You'd be surprised at the number of older English folk who love that porcelain. I don't have any but can tell it a mile away. West German era pottery's very distinctive too, but it often looks like something that should be issued to NATO. UK equivalent of Meissen is Royal Doulton.Do you mean that little town in Saxony
Precisely. I expect many funerals in the western world use a hired eulogist. That is completely different to hiring a professional mourner.To be precise, the eulogist "doesn't do the mourning for you".
I do. Had forgotten that you were a local. You'd be surprised at the number of older English folk who love that porcelain. I don't have any but can tell it a mile away. West German era pottery's very distinctive too, but it often looks like something that should be issued to NATO. UK equivalent of Meissen is Royal Doulton.
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I wonder what the difference is?Precisely. I expect many funerals in the western world use a hired eulogist. That is completely different to hiring a professional mourner.
C'mon Thomas you have to see the difference.I wonder what the difference is?
I thought you guessed pottery.Yours Vince
He controls the speed of cars that are rolling down the hump by operating the brakes of a car from a distance.I thought you guessed pottery.
Here's something in reverse. I'll tell you the profession, you just to have to describe exactly what it entails.
Hump master in a Chicago & North Western railroad yard operating a signal switch system which extends the length of the hump track.
I didn't think of that development. The man in the photo would have used the phone or lights to give the brakemen their orders then trusted them to get on with it. With modern automation and instrumentation, less labour intensive but hardly yet a one man job.He controls the speed of cars that are rolling down the hump by operating the brakes of a car from a distance.
And so is Chemnitz-Hilbersdorf, a place I passed by on a daily basis for thirty years without knowing that a gravity yard museum exists.Thomas got it. The "hump" is the equivalent of what a low large water tank would be in irrigation. Cars and wagons waiting to be sorted into sidings or platforms are raised there by motive power, then allowed to coast down to their destinations under mild braking when called. The idea is to save having to use locomotives for just waiting around.
I didn't think of that development. The man in the photo would have used the phone or lights to give the brakemen their orders then trusted them to get on with it. With modern automation and instrumentation, less labour intensive but hardly yet a one man job.
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Saxony and Dresden get mentioned! I just followed the photo![]()
Wrong thread mate. Need a character or profession.
Not necessary since I can rephrase my question.Wrong thread mate. Need a character or profession.
Have transferred to Guess the Item.
what eraWhat's the job of the person using this device
I once made a soap dish in my pottery classes, it looked more like an ashtray!Same here, except my grand father kept one, an ash tray as he was a smoker.