Torres, Henry
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Torres, Henry
Jayne Mansfield in de film Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957)
Trail leading into Henry Coe State Park underneath a giant oak tree.
Jayne Mansfield in de film The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw (1958)
Led by a "tripclops" SD60M, BNSF's twice-weekly "Aberdeen Local" gets rolling again after finishing its Big Stone City work.
The Aberdeen Local hurries through Milbank, wasting no time on the trip west to its namesake terminal.
Henry, Asa, Carson, Ezra, and Cody at Lake Pleasant
Kayaking and playing at camping trip at Lake Pleasant
Carson, Cody, Asa, Ezra, and Henry playing Connect4 on our camping trip at Lake Pleasant
Carson (in Aquamarine), Asa (in Tangerine), and Henry (in Blueberry II) kayaking at Lake Pleasant.
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Pvt Henry Jenner Jones was born March 10, 1847 in King William County, Virginia. He was the son of Thomas S. and Mary E Jones and was a member of Virginia Military Institutes Corp of Cadets, Company D and was a part of the Class of 1867. Virginia Military Institutes Corp of Cadets, Company D that was called into action by General John Breckenride to defend New Market against the Union forces and was killed in battle on May 15, 1864. In the Spring of 1866 his body was disinterred and reburied at VMI.
Thinking deep thoughts. Henry, the Orangutan at the Cincinnati Zoo. One of my favorites. Look at those eyes!
Jenny Pansing photos
Kenneth More en Jayne Mansfield in de film The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw (1958)
The sun was shining this morning, so we decided to head for Calton Hill as our last Edinburgh expedition, to exercise the kids a bit before the long train journey. I didn't think Edinburgh could offer much more in terms of beautiful scenery, stunning views and imposing architecture, but we ticked all of those off again.
We then dropped Dad off back at the hotel and picked up Mum, who had been aching to get to the souvenir tat shops on the Royal Mile. Much tartan/shortbread later (and a little detour to the fudge kitchen), we squeezed everything into bags and began the journey home. A good break.
