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A maribou stork photographed in Zimbabwe and the scene desaturated in processing. It is sometimes called the "undertaker bird" due to its shape from behind: cloak-like wings and back, skinny white legs, and sometimes a large white mass of "hair". Not to mention its penchant for carrion.

#maribou #stork #zimbabwe #bird #birdphootgraphy #undertaker #legs #sandy #savanna #wildlife #wildlifephotography #AYearForArt #buyIntoArt #giftideas #wallart #artforsale @joancarroll

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Getting to watch #Raw on #Netflix after not following #WWE for quite a few years and #Wrestling in general.
But what I’m seeing, I’m enjoying it.
They threw several bones to old time fans like me. The #Undertaker was there and seeing him took me back in time.
The #Rock was, well THE ROCK!
#HulkHogan was just sad. He could barely walk. Yes the voice was still there, but the body wasn’t. The steroids did a job on him. He was being booed mercilessly while he was pitching his beer. I was laughing.

Wrestling wird immer einen Platz in meinem Herzen haben. Eine der lebendigsten Erinnerungen habe ich an das #HellInACell-Match zwischen dem #Undertaker und #Mankind.

25 Jahre später sitzen die beiden Protagonisten gemeinsam vor dem Fernseher und kommentieren eins der krassesten Matches nicht nur der damaligen Zeit.

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#WordyWednesday: Gravity Embalming

An old-timey method of embalming that predates electricity but can still be used in a pinch today.

A large glass jar is suspended over the body with a hose leading to a large artery. Embalming fluid flows into the body at a very slow and steady rate.

Raising the height of the jar increases the pressure (approximately 0.43 pounds of pressure per foot of height above the injection site).

#AmReading: The Undertaker’s Assistant by Amanda Skenandore

Ooooh, historical fiction about a woman embalmer?! Yes please!

I rather enjoyed this book, particularly because the author did her homework. She referenced both current and historical embalming texts and visited with her local coroner for insight. She also employed sensitivity readers and referenced primary source documents written by Black people (specifically women, though they’re difficult to find) living in New Orleans or the South during that era.

““The dead can’t hurt you. Only the living can.” Effie Jones, a former slave who escaped to the Union side as a child, knows the truth of her words. Taken in by an army surgeon and his wife during the War, she learned to read and write, to tolerate the sight of blood and broken bodies—and to forget what is too painful to bear. Now a young freedwoman, she has returned south to New Orleans and earns her living as an embalmer, her steady hand and skillful incisions compensating for her white employer’s shortcomings.

Tall and serious, Effie keeps her distance from the other girls in her boarding house, holding tight to the satisfaction she finds in her work. But despite her reticence, two encounters—with a charismatic state legislator named Samson Greene, and a beautiful young Creole, Adeline—introduce her to new worlds of protests and activism, of soirees and social ambition. Effie decides to seek out the past she has blocked from her memory and try to trace her kin. As her hopes are tested by betrayal, and New Orleans grapples with violence and growing racial turmoil, Effie faces loss and heartache, but also a chance to finally find her place . . .”

Learn more at www.bookshop.org/shop/hisandhearsepress

💀 It’s National Funeral Director & Mortician Appreciation Day!!! 🥳

Death care is strenuous, stressful, demanding, and low paying. It’s often a thankless job, as grieving families are understandably focused on other things.

Take a moment today to consider what morticians face on a daily basis. Death, unfathomable grief, gruesome bodies, tales of devastation, broken families, long unpredictable hours, and generally the worst things you can imagine. Many of us burn out or resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms. It’s a calling though, and we can’t resist the drive to help those in need.

Has a funeral director helped you navigate through a loss? Send them a note to let them know they made an impact on your life. Though we certainly appreciate tips, lunches, and mementos, we don’t expect them. Sometimes the best reward is hearing that our work mattered.

I have a box full of thank you cards that help remind me of my purpose when days are tough. 🖤

#WordyWednesday: Shrouding Women

When you think of morticians, you might conjure images of creepy old men in black suits. But did you know that they've only been "in charge" of the dead for the last century or so? Before that, men were typically responsible for building coffins and digging graves. Body preparation fell to the women!

Women were already tasked with nursing the sick, distributing herbs, and aiding in childbirth, so bathing and dressing the dead was a natural progression. Since it was a duty that demanded care, gentleness, and propriety, men were simply unsuited to the task. Enter the shrouding women.

Many neighborhood women became skilled and knowledgeable in the art of preparing the dead. They understood the weather's effect on decomposition and how to tend to bodies suffering from various conditions. They lent their expertise to those in need, not for monetary compensation but as an act of community.

Duties included preparing a cooling board (sometimes an ironing board or barn door placed over chairs), washing and dressing the corpse, closing the eyes and mouth (coins on eyes and jaws secured shut with tied rags or forked sticks propped against the breast bone), and otherwise arranging the body into a restful pose.

Commercialization of death care after the Civil War led cabinetmakers to evolve from coffin builders to embalmers. They wrested control of bodies away from women, claiming women were weak, delicate, and unable to tolerate the sight of blood. As the men rose into the ranks of professionals, women were relegated to the sidelines of death care. They became decorations. Trade journal advertisements portrayed men doing funeral work and women as objects of beauty. The foundation was laid for men to dominate the industry for the next 100 years.

Fortunately, we've come full circle and women are entering funeral service in droves. Over 70% of graduating mortuary science classes are women. Turns out we *can* handle some blood after all.

I'm reading the most incredible of #books. I can't describe how improbably affecting and positive it is. A book of respectful ridicule, about a new kind of #undertaker, his story, glimpses into why, how, the ridiculous and the profound.

Each chapter affects me while revealing obvious but industrially hidden and avoided truths.

I think the next can't do so again but it does. I have to pause and allow what I just read to live inside me before the next.

#WhatRemains?
by #RupertCallender