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I was tagged by *mumbles something quickly so you’ll think I was tagged by someone* (:P), so here’s my Sims no filter meme thing.

Rules: take a picture of the sim that’s normally associated with your blog (your legacy founder/lead character in your story etc.), now take away all their cc (except their hair, eyebrows, and skin color), then do a before and after picture.

So here’s Ripp. I used JRO Family Ripp because he has more modifications at the current time. He’s shirtless because that’s where half his cc is.

Oh, and I forgot to tag anyone. haha. If you want to do it, consider yourself tagged.

50 years ago today, on October 5, 1967, C.C. Williams was killed in a T-38 crash on his way to Alabama to visit his sick father.

C.C. was friendly, tall, funny, and loyal; a proud Marine, a skilled pilot, and the first bachelor astronaut. He loved cooking his southern food, he had a bulldog puppy named Lord Percy Plushbottom, he enjoyed playing squash with his pastor, and had “an unbelievable amount of faith.” He married Beth Lansche in 1964, accompanied by two of his closest friends in the astronaut corps, Ted Freeman and Charlie Bassett. C.C. and Beth’s first daughter was born in January of 1967, and days before his crash his wife had told him that they were expecting their second child.

“My last memory is the smile on his face as he backed his pickup truck out of the garage… To be real honest with you, I adored that man. I live with his memory every day.

Can I say this–that we think of him in good humor, my mother-in-law and I, and the girls. It’s like he’s still there in the periphery as we get on with our lives. I sometimes look up and say, ‘Dammit, C.C., if you want to know what’s happening down here you should’ve stuck around a while. Yes, suck in your breath–I’m gonna do it my way. If you’re up there suffering–tough apples, bub!’ We’re jousting, just like an old married couple.

Sure I miss him, but in many ways he’s still with me.” -Beth Williams

“I have always known of his sense of humor, his southern gentility, and his enormous capacity for joy. People who knew him have always been generous with their time and sharing their C.C. anecdotes to give me this glimpse of the kind of man he was. My sister was a baby and I was not yet born when he died… I would like to think that he is proud of my mother and the two independent girls she raised.” -Jane Dee Williams

“My father was and is a definite presence in my life. He was such a good role model and lived by a simple philosophy–work hard, be dedicated to your goals, and have a sense of humor… He would undoubtedly rejoice that both his daughters had grown up to be smart, well-adjusted, and, most importantly, happy young women who love and respect him.” -Catherine Williams