At The Bottom Of The Box

Tossing old stuff no longer needed and consolidating stuff I think I do need, I came across these items. One of those penny flattening machines that you rarely see nowadays. This from the 1934 Century Of Progress show in Chicago. This actually belonged to my father in law, Loren Mitchell, and the current Mrs. Blythe let me hold it.

As promised I would, this is a picture of the Master's hood I received 135 years ago from graduate school. It's one of those things you pay for that you will NEVER use or wear unless you remain in academia. That is me, of course and also wearing the mortarboard.

More items that belonged to Loren, these coins from Darlene Corwin who ran for County Clerk in Mercer county around 1986.

I don't even know if this is legal. Can you pay voters to vote for you? And what does it say about fiscal responsibility? I don't really care, but I'm sure, in these times, someone should be appalled and outraged.

This is a piece of original blackboard that I pilfered from the abandoned school in Seaton before it was razed. I made 2 or 3 of these and gave one to Lelia Olson and one to my Wombie, and not sure of any others.

Flattened pennies from trains that Michael and I made when he was living with me. I loved the trains and we would go up to the depot in G-Burg, rain or shine, freezing or hot and watch them barrel through.

Another document belonging to Loren where they misspelled his name at birth. They wrote Leorraine instead of Loren. Naturally, this was no small thing to correct.

Message from Mackenzie when she was just learning to write.

I took this picture of my 62 Plymouth at her first car show in Knoxville during the Scenic Drive. I later had someone make a button for it. A guy who was big in the Club told me to bring her over on that day. He was Kenny Lumberry, who sadly, passed away a couple months ago.

Business stationery for the Seaton Grain Company which my dad had, probably from the 1950's-'60's.

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