This one ?And I also distinctly remember seeing (somewhere) that picture of the 'thunderbird'. As my memory goes, it was a picture of a line of about a dozen blokes in hats (black and white pic) and they were either holding in their arms, or laid out on the floor in front of them, a bird that looked very like Pteranodon type thing.
There are several similar photos. The more bedraggled and mange-ridden version rings a bell with me!No not that one. The one I remember seeing was a 2 page spread across the middle of a book, and the 'bird' looked a lot less 'theatrical', more like an actual animal that was a bit bedraggled and mange-ridden if you will.
I just rediscovered a set of compendium books I have which are Swedish translations of The Unexplained. 19 (!) hardback books which are a collection of articles from The Unexplained, first published in Open Files by Orbis Publishing.Reader's Digest Myths and Legends, The Unexplained and Man, Myth and Magic.
The last two were part-works and so I saw only occasional issues. Am now the proud owner of complete sets.
I think that is one of the Mandela effects - apparently, many remember such photo but it is nowhere to be found now. I think it is called "Lost Thunderbird" photo or similar.No not that one. The one I remember seeing was a 2 page spread across the middle of a book, and the 'bird' looked a lot less 'theatrical', more like an actual animal that was a bit bedraggled and mange-ridden if you will.
An article about the author https://owaa.org/owaa-legends/george-laycock/So the book that first introduced me to Forteana was one my older brother got through the Scholastic Book Club in the late 70's. Found it recently in a clean up. Interesting reading from an adult perspective. Still love the cover illustration:
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I recall a similar, although less traumatic experience - apologies to Dreeness who is no longer active on the board, and apologies for the OT post.....Around that same time, I got into huge trouble at school for writing a story called "Nuclear Demon Whore". My teacher was apparently aghast, and she was good enough to rat me out to the psychotic nazi principal... such a charming experience. Me, abruptly dragged out of class by my scrawny neck, getting shrieked at in the office...
"Where did you hear this word?"
"NO! Not that word! THIS word! THIS WORD!!"
-- "The Book of Revelations!"
(I had no idea what "whore" meant, but it sounded biblical, I guess maybe I thought it added some flair, or gravitas or something.)
Inadvertent rudenesses used to earn me physical reprisals from my mother. I seemed to have a nose for things which would evoke her wrath."He looks like a poof!"
Ah now, I bet you know this one. There was a novelty song in the late '60s performed by a man in a chicken suit. Like Big Bird.Inadvertent rudenesses used to earn me physical reprisals from my mother. I seemed to have a nose for things which would evoke her wrath.
"Mrs. Poof" - a fantasy character of our childhood games, I got away with.
I was a lot less fortunate with a certain "Mr. Fuckadilly" - derived, quite innocently, I think, from a valuable square on the Monopoly board.
I can also recall the penalty for reporting that a neighbour was cooking "shit of beef!" It seemed appetising, at the time! Happy days!