libertarirynn:

lifeofcynch:

stephanemiroux:

stephanemiroux:

discoboob:

angelclark:

99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

this lady must live forever

http://wqad.com/2015/03/12/99-year-old-woman-reaches-goal-of-making-1000th-dress-before-her-100th-birthday/

She made it!

She recently passed in May and was still sewing dresses that day (her final count was 1234 dresses).

http://wqad.com/2016/05/06/quad-city-dressmaker-dies-on-eve-of-101st-birthday/

rest in peace, you wonderful person. 💜

Every day saints.

pieroggi:

100 years of Polish Independence?

Has it been already 100 years since Poland was erased from the map for 123 years by the Germans, Austrians and Russians in 1795?

100 years isn’t even that long.

All the blood that was lost for an independent Poland.

All the pain, tears and loss that it experienced from their own neighbours.

My grandma who was only 8 years old when she witnessed an ethnic genocide when the Ukrainians who sided with the Nazis burnt down her village east of Lwów and many others in Eastern Galicia (Now Ukraine) and murdered my great grandparents and many other people in her village right in front of her during ww2, and ran away with her sister and my grandpa to Bielsko Biała in south Poland. And later had to ran away again from Communist Poland in the 1980s with her children (Including my mom) to Italy with nothing with them for a search of a better life for themselves. The Italian government wanted to throw them out as they were illegal emigrants and didn’t want to come back to Poland, and later moved to Canada when my mom married my dad (whom also ran away from Poland to Italy and met there) where later me and my brother were born.

My ancestors who were sent to Austwitz and to other concentration camps because we were seen as “non human” and “savages” in the eyes on the Nazis. And that about ¼ of the population was murdered including all the Jews who were Polish citizens.

The time the Nazis bombed Warsaw to ashes because we tried to stand up for ourselves? And had to rebuilt the whole city from scratch. Thus why Warsaw is known as the “Phoenix city”.

The times I walked around my dads village in eastern Poland (by the Belorussian border) and saw the scars that Poland went through from the Russians.

The times when speaking Polish and celebrating our traditions was discouraged and punished. They tried to strip us away from the thing that made us Polish and tried to destroy our beautiful culture.

No other country knows pain and loss like Poland does, and I am thankful for my ancestors for fighting for the freedom of my own people. I am beyond proud to call myself Polish.

Happy 100 years of Independence Poland 🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱💕💕💕

Wszystkiego Najlepszego z okazji 100 lat niepodległości Polski! 🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱

cerastes:

When I was a kid, I asked an uncle one time, “Hey, are dragons real?”

And my uncle, and I mean uncle UNCLE, grown ass man in his 50s, looked at me and said: “Well, see, eels exist, and they are capable of releasing electric discharges, right? If a fish that can release electricity exists, then it doesn’t really boggle my mind to think that a reptile that can breathe fire can exist, too.”

And it just fucking home run me out of my mind, man! I was just

The logic was sound! He didn’t oversell it or undersell it, he straight up went at me with something logical and yet easily comprehensible enough that my kiddy brain simply concluded that it was airtight logic and that dragons existed. It was one of the top ten uncle moves of all times. Mission complete: The kid was happy as hell and satisfied with the answer.

That answer has always stuck with me when I have to engage with children for this or that reason, I mean, that’s the ideal: You’re not overdoing it, you’re applying very reasonable and simple logic that checks out, and you’re answering the question. I thank this uncle for indulging me in this manner when he could’ve just hit me with a “yeah” and gone back to his newspaper.