Finding Fun and Funky Places - Cycle Stop

I can’t wait to hear the history of how this building, which obviously had to have been a church, came to be a motorcycle shop. Last week was my first time there and I didn’t think to ask about the building.

Why was I at a motorcycle shop?

Because I’m going to learn how to make shoes.

The folks working at the shop were super friendly and helpful and didn’t look at me as though I was crazy when I asked for old inner tubes to use for shoe soles. One even asked if I had been there before. I looked familiar to him. No, I hadn’t been there, but apparently a woman who looks somewhat like me had come in and asked for old metal bits that would otherwise be thrown away. She was in an art class.

Going back to my original intent at the shop… I came home with 4 large inner tubes, enough to get me started. I’ll be learning from Sharon Raymond of Simple Shoemaking. I have high hopes of being able to make shoes for my whole family and all the grandkids… whether they want them or not. In an attempt to conserve materials and use only repurposed or scrap leather or fabric, I figured we could all have shoes to match the new upholstery on our couch.

I can feel my family rolling their eyes at me.

On the Move

John and Coco and the kids will be moving to Maine in three weeks. They are continuing a family history of moving from one place to another - with children and animals. At least they don't have horses to transport on a train. Here's a little recap of family moves:

My Great Grandparents, John and Anna Pimple, moved 8 times: from Westphalia, Iowa to St. Bernard, NE with 3 young children in 1886; from Nebraska with 4 children back to Westphalia in 1888, where their 5th child was born; from Iowa to Oberlin, Kansas in 1889 where their 6th child was born; from Oberlin to Randolph, Nebraska where 7 more children would join the family; from Randolph, NE to Wein, Missouri with 13 children in 1904 (okay, the oldest ones would have been 19, 21, and 22 years old); in Wien, MO, the last two children were born. The family moved two more times: after 8 years in Wien, MO, they went back to Oberlin, Kansas for 3 years; then in 1915 they moved to St. Peter's community near Fleming, Colorado.

John and Anna Pimple with their three oldest children: Kate, Fred, and Wendell

The Pimple Family in Wien, Missouri

My grandparents, John and Kate Kohnen (Kate Pimple married John Kohnen in 1906) lived in Wien, Missouri until 1919, then moved with 7 children to St. Peter's community in northeastern Colorado. 

The Kohnen Family with 6 of their children in Wien. From oldest to youngest, the children are George, Cecelia, Frances, Edith, Margaret, and Jack. Tony was born in 1917, before they left Wien. After coming to Colorado, three more children would join the family: Bob, Ralph, and Ruth.

The Myers' kids: Cathy, Terri, Dave, and Tom

Our family moved a lot, too. Cathy and I were born in Bartlesville Oklahoma, Tom in Denver, and Dave in Casper Wyoming. In between, we also lived in Billings Montana, Sterling Colorado, Anadarko Oklahoma, Scottsbluff Nebraska. I was 5 when we moved to Casper and 10 when we moved to Arvada, Colorado. That's when Mom said we were not moving any more. She had moved 6 weeks after my brother, Tom, was born and 6 weeks before my brother Dave was born.

The Reinhart Clan

My siblings have all moved out of state. Chris and I are the ones who stayed put in Colorado. I guess it was time for someone to take up the adventure. We'll be trying to figure out our lives once more. Who are we without these wonderful, active, joyous beings close by? I guess we'll have to learn how to travel more, just for visits. 

Afternoon Stroll With a Ghost

I love this photo like I love stories of the past. I know it was my grandfather or great uncle or someone playing with double exposures, but it doesn't matter. It's still a story or could be a story. 

Come Closer - Know and Love your Muslim Neighbor

"Come Closer" is the name of a small magazine which was published in the 1990's to promote understanding, respect, and love between Catholics and Muslims in Africa. I found a number of copies of these booklets among my dad's papers. Dad had ordered them directly from Kenya. The priest who started this publication was Fr. Francis Baldacchino. Originally from Malta, Fr. Baldacchino became a missionary in Kenya, learned Swahili, and eventually was named as the first Bishop of the Diocese of Malindi, also in Kenya. He served as Bishop until his death in 2009. From everything I've read about him, he truly carried the work of Christ in his heart and in his hands.

I contacted the Pastoral Centre in Garissa, Kenya to ask if I could share some of these articles. Br. John wrote back giving me this permission and asking only one favour. Would I scan the letters my dad received from Fr. Francis and send them to him? They will go into the records in Malta. Thank you Brother John.

Here is a letter he wrote to my father in 1992.

Three days ago, our current administration created even more bans on immigration and travel to the US from countries which are predominately Muslim. This administration is creating a climate of fear and antagonism. Fr. Francis' little magazine was written for people in Africa. Maintaining good relationships with their Muslim neighbors was and is important.

It's no less important here in the US now. Here are some small examples of the treasures I found:

From a longer article 

Other pages in the magazines educate us about the customs and beliefs of Islam. There are side by side quotes from the Bible and the Quran or from a Catholic mystic and a Sufi mystic. We are much more alike than we think we are, but so many people are insistent on looking at the differences. There are extremists in both Islam and Christianity, but the majority of Christians and Muslims are ordinary people who want a peaceful future for their children.

What is also so meaningful to me is how important this was  to my dad. We brought a copy of one of the magazines to him tonight. He remembered them vaguely, but maybe another day something will come to mind and I'll find out more of his story. How did he find these? What prompted him to write to Fr. Baldacchino and order the entire set? 

Bestest Romance

My niece, Elly, is getting married tomorrow. One of her gifts will be her great grandmother's engagement ring. Grandma had given it to my mom, her daughter-in-law, and mom is giving it to Elly. It's a simple gift, but a symbol of an endearing romance between my grandparents, Leota Bradford and Walter Myers.

One lovely coincidence - Walter bought this ring and gave it to Leota on September 21, 1918. Elly and Bradie's wedding date is September 23, 2017; almost exactly 99 years later. I wanted them to have the story of their great grandparent's love affair, in addition to the ring.

Walter's furlough September 1918

From Walter's diary:

September 24, 1918

"Went to the movies tonight and had ice cream with Slim. Stayed up till one and had a real good time. Tried to sneak up to bed but were caught."

From a letter Leota wrote to her brother George, who was a soldier in France at the time:

Clyde Ohio     September 26 - 1918

"You can see the dear little ring Walter got for me. Our little engagement ring. Oh it is so pretty. When you come home old Boy won't we have a grand time. You, Theresa, Walter, and I."

Two more entries from Walter's diary:

December 30, 1918

“With the first moment of midnight I planted a kiss on sweetheart’s lips. Each kiss was ½ minute duration with ½ minute intermission till 21 were collected, one for each year to celebrate her birthday.”

December 31, 1918

“We slept so hard last night that we didn’t wake up till late, then I went over and Leota and I had just the bestest little love talk, great going over the whole list of events that made up our romance.”

In September of 1918, Walter Myers was on furlough from the United States Navy, during World War I. He had bought a ring for Leota. Here's the entry from his diary:

September 21, 1918

"We hereby solemnly swear that between 10:30 pm and 1:00 am, we were awake and we performed a little ring ceremony to the best of our ability adn that we experienced the happiest time in our lives. God Bless Our Home. Walter Myers and Leota Bradford"

Leota was 20 years old and her father, Warren Bradford, thought she was too young to marry. Walter had not asked his permission, as he admitted in a long letter to Leota in October:

"Gee, I'm glad I didn't have to propose to you by mouth, for I remember how I felt when I tried it upstairs and I forgot what I was going to say. Ha ha. Well, I suppose I ought to have asked your father, but gee, I didn't have the nerve. Ha ha."

How many photos from 1918 show couple kissing?!

Congratulations to Elly and Brody! Wishing you many years of "bestest little love talks" on your journey together!

In The Habit

Mention Catholic nuns and just about everyone will have opinions, memories, or perhaps just pictures in their imagination of the stereotypical nun. The negative pictures are certainly in their history and cannot be denied or explained away, but the positive is also there. I remember having a few Catholic nuns as teachers who were very good, even as they were expected to teach a class of 45 students. As a teenager, some of my nun friends were spiritual role models. 

Today, nuns who are active in the community tend to be far more educated than Catholic priests. They still work in schools and nursing homes, but they also work in professions as doctors, lawyers, social workers, and other fields. In my opinion, these women are the best part of the Catholic church today.

Going back in time again, nuns wearing habits have always fascinated me. They just.. look so.. cool. When I was young, I didn't really think of them as people. They were those .. beings.. who hung around at church and school. they had faces and arms, or at least hands, and the rest of them consisted of acres of black cloth and a white wimple.

This habit stood out when I was in school, it stands out now, but when they were first worn, they really weren't so different from the typical peasant dress. 

The other kind of nun was the family nun, the aunt sister or cousin sister or sister sister. When I was young, my aunt Margaret was Sister Mary Theonita. When she visited Grandma at the same time we did, I learned that nuns were, in fact, people, and had more body parts than just a face and hands. At age 4, it was even more fascinating to see Aunt Sister in a nightgown.

Going through the old family photos, I started collecting all the photos of nuns in habit. So here, in their natural habit-at, are my favorite nun photos:

Sr. Margaret (aka Sr. Mary Theonita) and Snowman

I don't know who this is, but she looks important. Or maybe that's just because of the Lion's head.

What do you call a group of nuns? According to the Oxford Dictionary, they are a Superfluity.

Sr. Margaret with broom

Either playground duty or outfield - Sr. Margaret.

Sr. Margaret or, more properly, Sr. Mary Theonita as a young nun. I wonder if this was taken on the occasion of her final vows. It is such a beautiful photo and she looks so earnest. 

And to end with a little bit of fun, I don't know who these lovely women are, but they are such classic nuns. The photo was taken in 1987.

Early Zombies?

The note on the back of the photo says "Initiation St. Peter's High School 1946".

I don't know. Kind of looks like Zombies to me.

Good Old YP-151!

Yup! It's the same ship. The YP-151, formerly called Sunrise and now called Sea Jade, was purchased by the Tomich Brothers of San Pedro and, at least as of September 30, 2013, was in San Pedro harbor.  (See my post about Dad's experience during WWII on this same boat!)

More Family Tin Types

These photos are labeled, the first as Wendell and wife, and the second as Uncle Fred. But what is the time period? Wendell Pimple was born in 1885 and Fred in 1883. The first photo would have to have been taken around 1910 because Wendell and Ella's first child was born in 1912. The neckties and side part in the men's hair look more like the styles in the 1870's. The first photo has to be John Pimple and his wife, Anna Foxhoven Pimple. He is probably in his mid 20's. 

Uncle Fred? I'll need to investigate more to learn exactly who this is. Perhaps there's an uncle Fred from an older generation? The clothing is definitely 1870's style.

Tin Types - Old Family Photos

There are only 4 of them. They have been kept in a small paper envelope for God knows how long. The envelope is labled "Old tin type photos - Uncle Wendell and wife". Two of the photos were labeled. Here's the first:

On the back, in black magic marker on a black surface, it says, "Grampa Pimple age 19". Thank goodness for my daughter's good eyesight. He is my great grandfather, John Pimple. He was born in May of 1857. This photo would have been taken in 1876. John married Anna Maria Foxhoven (German spelling Fuchshoven) and the first of their fifteen children was my grandmother, Catherine Mary Pimple, born in 1882.

Here is the one that is not identified:

It's just a guess, but I wonder if this might be John Pimple's sister and mother... or maybe two sisters? I can't find much information about John Pimple's siblings. His father died in 1875, before the first photo was taken. It looks like they are from the same time period. The original tin type photo is so dark it's very difficult to see. I scanned this at a high resolution and played around with brightness and contrast for awhile. This is about the best I could do. 

Two more photos coming on the next post.

Casper the Friendly Ghost Town

Going through old photos again....   

In 1963, we moved to Casper, Wyoming from Billings, Montana. Before Billings, we had lived in Denver, Sterling, Anadarko, OK, and Bartlesville, OK. I was 5 when we arrived in Casper. We stayed at a motel for awhile, then rented a house in town while our new house was being built. Fortunately, the new house was finished ahead of schedule because just a few days after we moved, a car slid on the snow and went right into the house we had been renting. The car landed right where my brand new brother, Dave, would have been sleeping. 

Here is the house in November, 1964, not too long after we moved in. There were 3 bedrooms and an unfinished basement where we learned how to roller skate. In 1964, we were right at the edge of town and, walking down the block, there were hills with cactus, scraggly bushes, tumbleweeds, and... horny toads. This was my playground and I loved it. 

The four of us kids - Cathy, me, Dave, and Tom, sitting on the back porch. This was probably about a year after we moved in.

Not sure exactly when this was taken, but the old Comet station wagon was a big hit with us kids. We often rode in the back, lying down so we could look out the back window (don't ask me how we did it). There were lots of children on the block and we played until dark in the summer. 

After finding these photos, I wondered who might be living there now. It didn't take much effort to find out. The Casper white pages quickly gave me a name and I looked it up on Facebook. I sent a quick, private message to see if they were still at the house and if they were interested in seeing photos from 1964 when it was built. They were and they'll be sending me some photos of what it's like now.

The King Doesn't do a Happy Dance

Our grandsons are learning how to play chess. Mattheus, who just turned 6, has most of the moves down and he enjoys reminding me. Here he is playing with his Grandpa. His brother, Lucien, watched intently and helped move Grandpa's pieces. When Mattheus captured their chessmen, Lucien sighed and said, "Next time we'll have to be more careful."

I played with Mattheus one afternoon when I was very tired and trying not to nod off at the table. It was obviously awkward for him to capture Grandma's chess pieces. He would carefully explain to me where I should move in order to protect my pieces. Once, when I was clearly in harm's way, he said, "Don't worry Grandma, my Knight won't capture your King. He's not looking." Sure enough, Mattheus' Knight was turned the other direction. 

Partly to help him to not feel quite so funny about capturing my pieces and partly to keep myself awake, I would have my piece to a little happy dance whenever I captured one of his. Mattheus laughed politely, then said, "Grandma, they don't do that in chess." He's very patient with his Grandma.

The next thing I knew, there were three "Ponds" sneaking up on my King. I guess my King was looking the other way. My King got captured and, I'm not sure, but the twinkle in Mattheus' eye told me he was thinking about doing that happy dance.

Favorite Old Photos - The Highwayman

Going through old photo albums is always interesting, but sometimes it can be surprising and incredibly fun! Especially when you find something like this:

I looked several times at these photos before I realized there was a bandit in the middle one, then had to scan and enlarge it before I realized the bandit was my grandfather. The three photos were lined up just like this on a page in the album. I love the simple captions: Corley Mt Highway, Corley Mt. Highway-Man, Corley Mt Highway.

This is also a wonderful picture of who my grandparents were and how much fun they had together. I wish I could have known my grandfather.

Early Photoshop?

Until investigating these photos, I didn't realize how much photo manipulation went on in the early years of this craft. I was shocked! Stunned! Everyone who looked at this photo said they thought the man on the right side, sitting on the porch, looked like he had been added in. I said, nah, they couldn't do that. But look at the lighting, everyone said. I still wasn't convinced, because I just didn't think they could do it. But, here you go. 

The first photo is the original one. It is of my grandmother's family - her brothers and sisters and parents. I'll list the names, but I can't correctly identify each one.

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In order of age, not place in photo:  John and Anna Pimple with their children - Catherine, Fred, Wendell, Peter, Marie, Christina, Theresia, Joseph, Peter Anton (Tony), Margaret, Raymond, Frances, Agnes, and Rosa (the littlest one, sitting by the fence post). 

And here's the zoom:

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What do you think? Looks like he was added in? 

Portraits of Women

Before there were selfies, we still enjoyed having having photos of ourselves. These portraits were taken sometime between 1875 and 1940. Most are family. The originals of some of these are very small. 

"The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express."   ~P.C. Cast

"Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself."  ~ Paramahansa Yogananda

"The power of finding beauty in the humblest of things makes home happy and life lovely."  ~Louisa May Alcott

From the top right, going down: Two young girls - unknown, Catherine Kohnen, Katie Sauser - possibly all three are Katie - early photo manipulation? Photo was taken in Paris, Frances Kohnen Singleton

2nd column: Cecelia Kohnen Fentress (both photos), Anna Foxhoven Pimple - taken before 1880, Frances again (I'm pretty sure, anyway), unknown, Edith Kohnen, unknown

Guys and Cars

Sorting through old family photos this week, I've had fun seeing so many pictures of guys and their cars. I thought it would be fun to post a few.

We're ready to go.  (Bob, Ralph, and Jack Kohnen)

The important things to teach a nephew: all about cars, all about trucks, all about tractors. (Ralph Kohnen holding Mike Kohnen)

We're not going anywhere. You didn't see us.  (Haven't a clue who they are.)

All dressed up, now where are the keys? (Cousin Dann Kohnen)

To be fair, there are a lot of gals and cars photos, too. I'd love to make a family album and have pictures arranged by subject instead of dates.

Has it really been 40 years?

High school reunions are funny things. Last night I attended my 40th reunion with my friend and classmate, Marianne. I had been debating about whether or not to go and she convinced me. If we didn't see anyone else we knew, at least we'd know each other. So, here we go... the comments below are in no particular order. In most cases, I don't know who said what, only that I heard it. T'is arranged and shared with tongue firmly in cheek.

"Do they work here? Uh, no, they're our age. They must be classmates. Do you recognize anyone? What? So far, all I recognize is the music. Not that I like it, but I recognize it. Some of the women look familiar, but the men? They all look so different.  Hi! Who are you? Your name sounds familiar. Let me see your high school picture. No, wait a minute, I forgot my glasses. Here you go. Try mine. They're bifocals. Oh yeah. I remember you now! You know, this is the last time we'll get to have dinner at a reunion. Another ten years and we'll have to have lunch.  I've been looking for a friend of mine, but haven't found him yet. I keep seeing men with gray hair and thinking, that's got to be him. HI! How are you? What are you doing these days? (Did I know you?) It's good to see you! You're leaving now? See you in another ten years!"

A high school reunion is a one night remembrance of a 3 or 4 year period in our lives. In comparison to the rest of our lives, it was such a short time. Why do we go? I keep up with a few old high school friends, but not many. It's not like my high school years were "the best years of my life" as my mother told me they would be. (For that, I am grateful.) Are we just curious to see what our other classmates are doing - or what they look like? Maybe. But the reason that resonated the most with me was expressed by one of my former teachers, Dr. George Betts.

I can't quote George exactly, but he talked about the little moments which connect us. George led Senior Seminar, a program thought by some to be for dropouts, but in reality required more work, both externally and on ourselves than academic classes. Many students remembered special times with George and his wife, Donni. They were both there last night being reminded of those little moments - a few words spoken, a poem shared, being encouraged through a difficult hike, a moment in silence at the top of a hill as we witnessed the beauty of a canyon. Okay, some of those are mine. I didn't get to share them all last night.

Dr. George Betts and Donni Betts

The reunion is another moment in time. I wish I could have talked with more people and in more depth, but that is not the kind of experience a reunion can provide. I would have liked to tell Tom how much we used to enjoy his dad's vetrinary clinic, which was in the front of their old farmhouse. It was always magical to go there. I would have liked to talk more with Stacy and Carrie and Kevin and a few who didn't come.... and I wish I could have figured out who the person was who greeted me so enthusiastically without even glancing at my name tag. 

One of my special moments I remember from high school happened because I didn't (and still don't) know how to swim. We were camping with Senior Seminar near where the river runs through Havasu Canyon. Over the years, minerals in the water formed limestone pools and created one of the most beautiful places on this earth. Almost everyone was in the water. I didn't know how to swim and was afraid to go in. That's when Craig came over and offered to take me swimming  - on his back! I held on as he swam and, well, I suppose it only lasted ten minutes or so. 

My self-conscious, insecure side figured if Craig remembered, it would probably be because he was laughing at me. My older, much more secure side says it was kind of funny, but tons of fun and a most gracious moment with a very good looking young man at the most beautiful place on earth. He signed my yearbook - 2 cute 2 be 4 got - let's go swimming! And he remembered me and swimming last night.

And then the reunion was over. This time, it seemed we all understood that this was another moment passing and, instead of saying things like how nice it would be to see each other more often, most just smiled and said, "See you in another ten years!" 

Like waking up from a dream, we came back home and back to our now, just a little richer from having shared some time together.

Cold Seas - Sunrise in the North Pacific

It must have been cold.

YP-151 Aleutian Islands 1945 

In its civilian life, this was the ship "Sunrise", a tuna fishing boat from Seattle. It was 88' long and 22' wide. In its military life, it was the ship YP-151 and held 2 officers and 15 crewmen. It also had 2 anti-aircraft guns in the front and a 20 mm cannon on the back. 

Navigation was by the stars, the sextant, and the lead line.

James P. Myers, age 20, second in command and Chief Executive Officer on board the YP-151 on patrol around the Aleutian Islands in 1945.  Dad talked about his time in the Navy with pride and delight. I always had the impression his war time experience was more fun than fighting because whenever we would watch McHale's Navy on TV, he would laugh and say, "That was us!" He talked about his crew with affection and described all sorts of mischief they got into together. 

They had fun, sometimes at the expense of the base on land. Dad talked about helping his cook borrow a cooking pot, "We saw it sitting there and we each grabbed a handle and started running." They also borrowed a film projector which was, for some odd reason, never returned. Once, Dad granted shore leave to a sailor who was a couple of days late coming back.  When asked why, the man responded, "You told me I could go. You didn't tell me I had to come back." Dad laughed so hard, the sailor got off without any punishment at all.

Dad turned 21 while on board ship. Before this, if he wanted to drink at the officer's club, he'd have to ask someone else to buy it for him. He was too young. Their captain was 29.

Later on, of course, I learned more of the truth behind his experiences. They didn't often get close to their military enemy, but their biggest and scariest battles were against the ocean storms. He was second in command and he took good care of his men. Food has always been important to Dad. Not happy with the rations provided for them ("how could the men work on so little food?"), he would order more food than was allowed and then justify this order on paper by describing how barrels of food had been washed overboard. They ate well. 

Even after the war was over, Dad kept in touch with some of his crew. One man had a hard time finding work after the war. Eventually he became so depressed, he was suicidal. He wrote to Dad for advice. Dad told him, in no uncertain terms, he was not to waste his life. They wrote back and forth for some time. Tubby Tripe lived and went on to start a successful recording company. 

These were stories I heard any number of times when I was an adult. Even then, it was many years before I learned how the military was segregated during WWII. Most black soldiers were assigned to driving supply trucks or cooking food. Black officers rarely served as officers. Dad's ship was part of an experiment. He and the captain were white, the entire crew was black. There were only two ships with this arrangement, one on the east coast and their ship on the west. Dad didn't say much about this... he was too busy telling us about the various personalities of his crewmen and the adventures they had. 

Dad received his officer's training at the Midshipmen School at Columbia University in New York City. It was the largest of these schools in the country. Johnny Carson was one of his classmates.  No, they didn't know each other. 

He's promised to write down more of his adventures!

Two Weddings, Two Worlds

My Father's Parents

Walter Myers and Leota Bradford were married on August 14, 1919 in Clyde, Ohio, in the parlor of Leota's parents farm. Her brother, George, played the piano and they had a Scottish minister.

They were deeply in love and their romance lasted through their entire marriage. Sadly, Walter died of a heart attack in 1952 at the age of 56. 

"With oceans of love and bushels of kisses to the girl I want to be my own. From your own true and loving sweetheart, Walter" (5/15/1918)

"Oh Walter, darling, how I long to take your head in my arms and hold it tight against my breast. How I yearn for your rough, but tender embrace... I am aching for the mighty grip of your arms, for the heavenly pain of your lips crushing mine."  from Leota's "My Little Thoughts" journal 1918

My Mother's Parents

Catherine Mary Pimple married John Peter Kohnen on November 20, 1906 in Wein, Missouri, in the Catholic Church. They eventually homesteaded in northeastern Colorado in the St. Peter's Catholic community by Fleming. Their lives revolved around their family, the farm, and the church. 

They may or may not have supplemented their income by selling some home made bootleg whiskey. Many of the farmers in the area made their own beer and whiskey. Prohibition was difficult to enforce on the plains. 

The story I remember from Grandma Kohnen is how her parents decided is was time for her to marry and found someone for her. She said, "He seemed like a nice man so I married him."

Uncle Sam Wants You, George

Imagine my shock at opening up an old envelope and finding this:

Like everything else, it was hidden away in a box filled with file folders, old receipts, and old letters. There were some photos as well, such as this one of George (on the left) and another soldier in France, 1918. Gramma Myers was good at labeling most of her photos. George Winthrop Bradford was her favorite brother. They both played rag time piano music and loved literature and poetry. 

I have George's WWI uniform jacket and a lot of his old books, including Walden and The Canterbury Tales. He wrote a small book of poetry, too, called "Wayside Lyrics". It's available online at https://archive.org/details/waysidelyrics00brad.