When I visited the vacant farmhouse where I once spent each summer vaction from
school in which my twin uncles and my grandmother lived; my female cousins had removed all the antiques and all family warm and fuzzies. However, the picture shown above remained hanging in the cold living room with a window broken out. I had always maintained warm feelinngs that picture of the wolf on a snow covered hill and it seemed appropriate for the spartan life my financially comfortable relatives lived there at Amherst on the Colorado/Nebraska plains. This picture apparently was circulated to rural homes throughout the Western states during the Twenties at least.
school in which my twin uncles and my grandmother lived; my female cousins had removed all the antiques and all family warm and fuzzies. However, the picture shown above remained hanging in the cold living room with a window broken out. I had always maintained warm feelinngs that picture of the wolf on a snow covered hill and it seemed appropriate for the spartan life my financially comfortable relatives lived there at Amherst on the Colorado/Nebraska plains. This picture apparently was circulated to rural homes throughout the Western states during the Twenties at least.
Anyhow, it and a tape measure were the items left for me to bring back to California and I did that. To make a long---and not too pretty story short--in my custody the glass eventually was broken and the picture lay ignored for several years in my storage locker. It looked like trash and I nearly threw it out. However, in the process of having some Julie Speed prints repaired that belong to my good friend Barnie in Thailand, I decided to take this one along to the framer and have the glass repaired.
Well, I pulled the nails out that held the carboard backing in place, then removed it and laid it face down on the table, then I removed the paper print of the wolf, and lastly, the clinging shreds of broken glass. Now, I put the print back in the frame that was laying on the table face down, then I picked up the cardboard backing, startled, I may have nearly wet myself when I saw the segment of pristine movie poster above. However, even when they became very wealthy years latter, my uncles were not above scavenging materials for their projects, so it was comprehensible to me how this came about.
Now, I have the best relic yet that providence left just for me (my uncles' favorite and only nephew); and I am wondering if my austere grandmother may have at least seen one movie in her life, for she was raised in Illinois and where else could she have heard the Brit- saying, "Top of the morning to you," which is another other thing I remember as I sleepily stumbled from my cold bedroom to the warm kitchen as a small boy from that vacant farmhouse in Colorado where you could see Nebraska from the mailbox down at the corner of country roads.
