Monday, February 15, 2010
Box reveals ancient drawings......
I bet your first thought your were viewing Luscaux Cave drawings from the famous French caves. It is sort of similar but no, it is the box. Yesterday's blog shows a box which holds all of it's old things and while I was dusting it off and looking at the box, I discovered a young boy had made his mark on the world.
The box came from the John and Iva farm. It was a mystery about the drawings at first because I had forgotten they were on there. A young boy probably stored his valuables in it and decorated it with pencil and crayon. The John and Iva farm sat four miles or less south of a town called Hopeville. They had four boys, Harvey, Lowell, George and Loren. George was killed in the War and is buried over in one of cemeteries in France. George was a little younger than my dad but he would have been born in the 1920's. His older brothers, who are all still alive, probably are all in their 90's or close to it by now.
As I was brushing a little dust off of this box, with it's dovetailed corners, I spotted the name Lowell in a word bubble. If you click on the picture you can see it. It apparently is a drawing of him, having just punched someone. I can figure out who the guy is laying on the ground seeing stars but I have a feeling it is a neighbor boy. I may research that as I have a writing about them and their country school days. Maybe I can find a name that fits the poor handwriting.
In this photo you can see a dog chasing a rabbit with their little balloon descriptors above their heads. I like the color that he put along the bottom of the box. I am assuming that products that were in jars probably were shipped in these kind of boxes.
In many ways I am so glad that I clung to the junk. Now I do go back and find this very interesting and do appreciate it. I have said before that I was very close to John and Iva and even though their family was a whole generation beyond ours, I was able to follow them for quite some time. Their son Loren, became the state's main administrator at the Historical Building in Des Moines but is now retired. He kept track of my mom for years and now that she is gone, he and I write every Christmas. It is like clinging on to a one last bit of my childhood history being able to still know him.
I have to get to work now. Another snowed-in day with schools closed and roads in bad shape. Everyone stay safe. Thanks for stopping by.....