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Posted in News on May 15, 2012 by Send4Help

Somewhere in the deep, dark underbelly of the internet you have landed on a collection of articles that involve exploring the structural trash that man has left behind. This collection called, Sending 4 Help was started by an anonymous explorer code-named, “Send4Help.” Easy right? Here you will find articles written by Send4Help and many other Guest Writers and Photographers that document the historical and often fascinating remnants of our architectural past.

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The Blue Line

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", Recent Articles with tags , , , , , on September 10, 2012 by Send4Help

To the Boston peoples of 1889, it seemed almost impossible that a thin copper wire dangling from the skies could propel pedestrians around their great city at high speeds. Less than 80 years prior that, it was a technical revolution to install a mechanism to accommodate horses that could haul loads of passengers smoothly over through the city by gliding on rails imbedded directly into the street. This simple form of transportation allowed people to go anywhere, even in the worst of winter. But more could be said about running on rails. A hundred years ago, streets were full of ruts, mud and bumps. Operating a car on rails assured a more comfortable ride, and horses could pull greater loads at much higher speeds.

Officially known as the East Boston Tunnel & Revere Extension by the MTA since 1952, was redesignated, “Blue” on August 26, 1965 as part of the new MBTA’s color-based re-branding. The color blue represented water, as the line passes under Boston Harbor and travels near the coast for much of its length.

In the early part of the 20th century, the Blue Line was actually connected to the Red Line by a direct rail connection. Rail cars from the Blue Line could emerge from a ramp portal surfacing between Joy Street and Russell Street, just beyond Bowdoin station, and run on tracks down Cambridge Street to connect to the Red Line near what is now Charles/MGH station. Because the tracks were unpowered, individual cars had to be towed along the street at night.

The Blue Line has seen several types of cars in its history. Because the route is a former narrow gauge line, and the tunnel was originally designed for streetcars, Blue Line cars were designed smaller and shorter. The first series of cars were the 0500 series PCC designed cars. These were another heavy rail PCC car and ran from the beginning of the Revere extension, to 1979. These cars, built by Pullman – Standard were smaller than the traditional heavy rail car. They also featured the one person cab, that allowed for viewing out the front of the train.

From 1979 to 2011 service on the Blue Line was operated by the “01200″ series, built by Hawker Siddely. These cars were based on the designs of the PA-3 fleet that Hawker-Siddeley built for the PATH system in 1972.

Beginning in 2007, the fleet was slowly replaced with 94 “0700″ series stainless steel cars built by Siemens. The cars are 48 feet long and 9 feet 3 inches wide, stainless steel, and have two pairs of doors per side. These cars now provide the entirety of service on the Blue Line.

Like all MBTA lines, the Blue Line tracks are standard gauge heavy rail.

Blue Line cars are unique among rapid transit vehicles in Boston, in that they use both third rail power and pantograph current pickup from overhead catenary wires. Trains switch between the two modes at Airport station, near where the line transitions between running in a tunnel and running above ground. Previously, the switchover was made underground at Maverick station, but the temporary loss of power and lighting during switchover is less disconcerting above ground. The overhead pantograph was implemented to avoid third rail icing that frequently occurs in winter. Third rail power is used in the original Blue Line tunnels, which are smaller than most modern subway tunnels.

         

The Pirate’s Den, By Astro

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", Guest Photographers, Guest Writers on June 18, 2012 by Send4Help

Nestled within the gulf coast, on an island known for its abundant history sits the ruins of what was once a beautiful home. Upon entering I came through an arch that still proudly stood presenting this beautiful Spanish style “Mansion”, though compared to the other mansions on this island the title is a bit pretentious. The house was designed and built by a famous “union-buster” and industrialist in 1928 but he never lived in it. In 1931, the mansion was sold to another man, who lived there with his family until 1950, when his wife and children died and he later died from a heart attack.


After parking in the back of the house, in the driveway, I entered what was once a truly beautiful courtyard. It had a small fountain that was now being overtaken by a thriving, untamed oak tree and a fireplace. Both the fountain and fireplace were tiled and had small hand-painted tiles that depicted various parts of the Spanish take-over of the island. On the walls of the courtyard lay gorgeous tiles represented small Spanish style scenes. Walking up the steps connected to the balcony, I could look into the house in the rooms that appeared to be a hallway, a small closet and the entrance to a room that has burned long ago. The mansion has caught fire a couple of times and has suffered a lot of abuse. Parts of it have been demolished and others have simply been torn up by people who have come and gone. Through the courtyard, walking through the house, the west room is what appears to be a ballroom of sorts. The windows all adorned with a gorgeous trim around each one, and the whole room was centered with a fireplace. Walking into the front room of the house, I was greeted by pirates. Each all has massive pirate murals on them! The centerpiece of the whole thing was on the second level. Looking down upon the front room was the infamous Pirate Jean Lafitte.


This mansion used to sit on a massive plantation that is now mostly a state park, but before that is was always rumored to be the place that Lafitte buried his treasure when he was running the island in the early 19th century. The pirate and his crew took over after the battle between them and the Karankawa Indians in 1821.Shortly after, Lafitte was asked to leave by the United States government after they got tired of his constant preying on the ships in the gulf, but his legends live on and are preserved on the very walls of the mansion. The murals are truly a highlight and permanent charm of the  mansion, as they keep alive the memory of another chapter of the history of the island and the charm of the pirate mystique.


At the top of the stairs, a room behind the second story mural sits to the west of the house and if not for the overgrown foliage, would gaze across the gorgeous landscape and peer over the water on the south side beach. Meandering through the house I passed several other large rooms with fireplaces in each, in total I counted about seven. For such a warm climate, I could absolutely not understand why any house would need so many fireplaces. The house appeared to have been updated with electricity sometimes during its lifespan but not with anything more than lighting and a few plugs.


Walking down the stairs, I made my way back out to where the courtyard was. The driveway in which I parked sat directly in the middle of the gorgeous archways separating the sides of the home. On the North side of the house were other rooms that no longer had a roof over them, used for caretakers and guests when it was active. There were even what appeared to be the remnants of a garage. Majority of the rooms are completely over grown with weeds but on the west side of the house was a gorgeous walkway. In the construction of this home, all of the tiles were all taken into consideration and carefully laid. To east side of the house a room with only a fireplace and windows that face the lake and near the lakeside is where the great pirate’s treasure is said to be buried.

Although the treasure story has never been proven or disproven, it adds a bit of an aura to the once-great house on the island of many stories. As I got in my truck and drove out, I made the circle through the arches of the house and made my way to the archway that marked my entrance before as it now marked my exit as I left, standing alone on the road with nothing but the pillars of the fence line to keep in company at the roadside.

    

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