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TheStreetlife Collection consists of high-quality street furniture, tree products and bridges. The products are characterized by a robust, natural style and sustainable use of materials, both FSC Hardwood as our TWIN materials. The international Streetlife team is skilled and speaks the language of the landscape architect.

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Streetlife products are characterised by a minimalistic look. The designs are timeless and have a natural style. Due to the right choice of materials, our products are long-lasting. Our street furniture, tree products and bridges are all highly robust and can withstand a fair amount of battering. For our seats and benches, we prefer to use untreated FSC-certified hardwood that turns grey over time due to natural weathering. CorTen steel is used for the structural elements, thereby keeping maintenance to a minimum. As a result, our street furniture is solid, durable and of a high aesthetic quality.

If I had to teach something, I would try to teach youth that gang banging, and trying to sit on the block or trying to hang out with gang members is not the way to go. Trying to fit in with others that you do not belong with can cost you your life.

You gotta face all the obstacles in life and strive for greatness. You gotta still brush the dirt off and keep going forward no matter how the situation is and how everything around is going on. Everyone is going to go through tough times in life.

I was born on April 5, 1977 in Harbor City, California. I am 35 and I have been incarcerated since the age of 16. I was tried as an adult and sentenced to 15 years to life for second-degree murder and two attempted murders.

Here is my story with no glory. I grew up a light-skinned, biracial only child in Inglewood and Hawthorne, California. My mother is white and 32 years older than me, so it was hard for her to relate to the street life. I never met my black father because he raped my mother, which gave me life.

I was spoiled, selfish, and I thought I was grown. I began to feel lonely, angry, abandoned and emotionally deprived. I stuffed all my feelings and let them build up, because I did not know how to express what I was feeling. I did not love myself or respect myself, so I did not love or respect others.

I lacked an identity and I wanted to fit in. So, I started drinking alcohol and smoking weed, ditching school, breaking the law, being a class clown at school and hanging around negative influences. I was a follower and easily influenced.

At age 13, I started to feel peer pressure to choose a crowd to run with. I played both sides of the fence. I had the positive crowd, who played sports, did well in school and liked outdoor activities. I also had the negative crowd, who were gang members, drug dealers, drug and alcohol users, and older than me.

I was addicted to the street life. The more bad choices I made, the more I craved. I was arrested for shoplifting at 14, and at 15 I became a gang member. I stood by on drive-bys and saw people lose their lives, I robbed people and sold drugs to people I knew, did snatch and grab beer runs, got into fights at school, got suspended from middle school, high school, continuation school and probation school for ditching and acting a fool.

I did many crimes I did not get caught for, but it was the little ones in my mind that cost me. At age 16 my vandalism arrest and my prior shoplifting arrest, plus my mother telling the court I was uncontrollable, landed me in Central Juvenile Hall, Sylmar, Camp Challenger and Camp Scott for about four months.

When I got out [of camp] my anger was worse. I thought I was invincible. My lifestyle addiction was off the hook. I disrespected my moms, my neighbors, my teachers at continuation school and probation school. I escaped near-death situations, and five months after camp I got high, went looking to someone to jack and ended up shooting people at a party.

Guess what? My mother has been there for me standing tall through it all. So-called homies, friends and girlfriends are out of sight and out of mind, living their life. My childhood friend, a friend I would die for, snitched on me on this case and he gave me the gun.

I learned crime traumatizes people for many years. When you hurt people it causes a ripple effect of pain. I deeply regret hurting people because I know they will never be the same. I wish I would have made better choices and expressed my feelings before it went all bad.

I am tired of prison life, showering with three other men, police telling you what to do, cats snitching like it is the thing to do, backbiting and hating spreading like the flu. Living in a bathroom-size cell with another man, locked down with showers every three days, three rolls of toilet paper for a week, two toilet flushes in five minutes and one flush every 2 minutes or your toilet locks up for a whole hour. When getting mail it is two to three to four weeks late, nasty food, sometimes hours with no power, no water, or no toilet flushing while they do maintenance work, moving out of your cell or job to another one, because they can.

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In Brick Lane these days, almost everyone carries a camera to capture the street life, whether traders, buskers, street art or hipsters parading fancy outfits. At every corner in Spitalfields, people are snapping. Casual shutterbugs and professional photoshoots abound in a phantasmagoric frenzy of photographic activity.

Very interesting pictures. Most of the recent history I have been reading about the East End concentrates so much on the contribution of immigrants in the last century, that it easy to forget that before the Jewish and Muslim immigration the area was of course almost entirely British. The pictures are a reminder of that time.

Yes John, but some of these pictures show Irish immigrants of that time. And before them were the Huguenots, the Normans, the Vikings, the Saxons, the Romans etc etc. No-one can deny we British are a mongrel race!

My great grandfather was born in Wapping workhouse (Princes st, now Raine st) in 1861. My grandfather was born in Whitechapel in 1883 and my father was born in Stepney Town Hall (Cable st) in 1908. But I have no photos showing them there. So the above photos are fascinating. My great grandfather worked for Dr. Barnardo at one time.

I am Robert Chappell live in Adelaide and am trying to get information regarding a Christopher William Gome 1760-1850 my Fourth Grandfather who lived in or near the long gone Clare Market was either a jeweller or meat vendor in that place. He left for the USA c1812 and his Son James Henry Gome 1801-1893 looked after his mother until she died in 1817. She is buried in the Interdenominational Cemetery in Whitechapel. James lived in Gillingham until 1848 when together with his Wife SArah and their eight children left for South Australia settling here in Adelaide. Christopher Gome married in Philadelphia Pennsylvania to an American Woman had three more children and is buried in the Oldfellows Cemetery in Philadelphia. James died in 1893 and is buried in the Campbelltown cemetery near my home. Any information gratefully received phone is 610424013340 Email bobcha...@hotmail.com

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From the beginning, the borders between private and public use of the streets frequently blurred. Inadequate fencing allowed farm animals to wander, forcing the county to erect an estray in the courthouse square. And when early ships arrived carrying a miscellany of unconsigned merchandise, their captains set up impromptu retailing areas along boat docks and adjacent streets.

Each step up the economic ladder allowed participation in street activities to become more voluntary. Just above the transients, the tenement neighborhood provided somewhat more permanent dwellings, although conditions still forced a blurring in the distinctions between private and public. The street functioned as a verbal communication conduit within largely nonliterate communities, as well as a place to work and play. Sweltering nights saw much of the population sleeping on the sidewalks, and evictions cast newly homeless families and their meager possessions onto the curbstones. By 1868 there were already enough homeless youth peddling papers on the streets to justify the creation of the Newsboy's and Bootblack's Home, and their ranks grew. Greedy adults also snatched the earnings of large numbers of immigrant juveniles who had been imported during the 1870s to become street musicians.

At the same time, decades of urban growth had fostered the process of sorting urban functions byland use(wholesale, retail, residential), social class, and ethnicity. The heterogeneous urban mixture of the mid-1800s had given way to a pattern of more homogeneous districts of social classes and neighborhoods. Citywide antinoise laws were aimed at silencing obtrusive peddlers and imposing quietude and order on middle-class neighborhoods as well as the Loop. In 1913 the city began an effort to push all street trades out of middle-class areas and into theMaxwell Streetdistrict. At the same time, the enforcement of antiloitering laws gradually drove the transient population into Skid Row districts to the north, south, and west of the Loop. The goal of these efforts was a more orderly street life that was confined to what were deemed appropriate districts.

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