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Horst Engineering | Founder, Horst Rolf Liebenstein, was born in Bad Liebenstein, Germany. His parents were business owners (retail groceries). He was the middle of two brothers. His parents remained in Germany and died during the Holocaust. His older brother, Berthold, immigrated to Kenya in the early 1930’s. He died there in the early 1940’s. His younger brother, Hans, immigrated to Cape Town, South Africa in 1934. Hans and Horst reunited 30 years later in 1964…

Horst Engineering | Founder, Horst Rolf Liebenstein, was born in Bad Liebenstein, Germany. His parents were business owners (retail groceries). He was the middle of two brothers. His parents remained in Germany and died during the Holocaust. His older brother, Berthold, immigrated to Kenya in the early 1930’s. He died there in the early 1940’s. His younger brother, Hans, immigrated to Cape Town, South Africa in 1934. Hans and Horst reunited 30 years later in 1964…

June 6, 1953: The 363-foot towers of the Bronx-Whitestone Bridge got their first coat of paint in six years. The painters could work only in the daytime, during dry weather with low winds. Photo: Ernie Sisto/The New York Times

June The towers of the Bronx-Whitestone Bridge got their first coat of paint in six years. The painters could work only in the daytime, during dry weather with low winds. Photo: Ernie Sisto/The New York Times (Holy cow! He's got no harness!

I Want To Ride My Bicycle. ca. 1885 The photographer's children and his friend on a bicycle (c1885). Photographer: August Kotzsch, Germany   http://www.vintag.es/2013/04/i-want-to-ride-my-bicycle-ca-1885.html

smartchickscommune: I Want To Ride My Bicycle. 1885 The photographer’s children and his friend on a bicycle Photographer: August Kotzsch, Germany

Charles W. Oldreive’s new tricycle, circa 1882

bloodyantlers: “ liquidnight: “ View of Charles W. Oldreive’s new tricycle, or the New Iron Horse, with a gentleman inside, circa 1882 ” ”

A fantastic photograph of a section gang in Indiana. The foreman is the man to the right. He can be identified by the ever important watch hanging out of his pocket to keep tabs on when the next train was to arrive. Not watching the time would lead to certain death for the crew. Also, he probably was paid better allowing him to eat better than his crew. He appears to have a little more meat on his bones than the rest.

Did this for one day in Montana and a guy cut his finger off while we were 'jacking' track over. I said " that's enough" and went to work in a lumber camp.

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