More Autographs - These from Yolo County, Calif., 1880s

This autograph book belonged to Lillian May Prior of Woodland, a fine, tree-lined city just west of Sacramento. It's also home to Main Street Antiques, a 14-member antiques cooperative right in the middle of town on, where else, Main Street. Lillian May makes note that she was 18 years, 9 months and 15 days old when she signed her book in March 1885. Many of her contemporaries have signed the book, and left little notes along the way. There seemed to be preoccupation with life in the hereafter and not much humor. Here they are.

To May:
May the brightest rainbows ever play above the fountains of thy tears.
I remain your friend, Roberta Grant
---
May
I dip my pen into the ink
And grasp your album tight.
But for my life,
I cannot think of one word to wright. (cq)
Your friend and schoolmate, Geneva Wiserman
Jan. 4th, 1884
---
Dear May
May thy lot happy be
Is my dear wish for thee.
From your cousin, Lillian Shelton
June 15th, 1888, Albany, Oregon
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May
If we have true merit, we all will have true friends.
Your friend, Eliza Duer?????
Woodland, Oct. 13th, 1884
---
May
"Moderation is the silken thread running through the pearl chain of all virtues."
Your Friend, Lee
Woodland, 9-10-1884
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May
Remember I say
When you look on these pages
That writing in albums
Is like working for wages.
Eva A., January 1st, 1884
---
May
Remember your true friend
Kittie L. Comfort
---
To May
We have been friends together
It will not all be over
We will be friends forever
though we mean to part no more.
Leona Grigsby
Woodland, Jan. 7, 1884
---
Dear May
Remember me when far away
And absent from your sight
And I will do the same by you
With pleasure and delight.
Your friend, Katie Ball
Woodland, Jan. 11th, 1884
---
Yours most sincerely
Katie B. Fisher
Woodland, 8-4-'84
---
Compliments of Manny & Stella
---
May
When rocks and rills divide us
And you're no more.
Remember the name of Grace
And I'll remember thee.
Your true friend, Grace
---
Dear May
Lives of great men all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time.
Yours trule, Hattie Grant
Woodland, Jan. 11th, 1884
---
May
May all your days on earth
Be crowned with peace and love,
And I wish for you at last eternal joy above.
Zada Boulware,
Woodland, March 23, '85
---
May
Remember your true friend
Georgia Jackson
Woodland, Jan. 7th, 1883
---
Dear May
Beneath the oyster shell uncouth, the finest pearls may hide.
Trust me you will find a heart of truth
Beneath many a rough outside.
Your sincere friend, May Spencer
Woodland, 1885
---
May
In the golden chain of memory
Where each name forms a link,
I will add another to it.
Of the owner, sometimes think.
Your friend, Jennie Cokenour
Jan. 7th, 1884
---
Friend May
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.
And loving favor rather than silver or gold.
Your friend, Lena Porter
Woodland, Jan. 7th, 1884
---
To May
We have been friends together
It will not all be over
We will be friends forever
Though we mean to part no more.
Julie Stocking
---
Dear May
In the wood box of memory
Please drop a chip for me.
Your friend Emma
---
To May
I thought & I thought
Till I thought in vain,
Till at last I thought
I would write my name.
Your friend and schoolmate, Eliza Wiseman
Jan. 7th, 1884
---
Friend May
Flowers of true friendship will never fade.
Mary Lee
Woodland, March 27, 1885
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Dear May
Let pure thoughts and kind actions mark every day of your life.
Your friend & teacher, Mrs. Sue B. Grant
Jan. 10th, 1884
---
May
Remember me with kindness.
Your friend, Dahlya Powers
Woodland Feb 2, 1885
---
Dear May
Remember me as your true friend.
Sophie Boggs
Woodland 2-11-85
---
Dear May
May joy and happiness always be with you.
Is the wish of your friend, Hattie Dunlap
---
Dear May
In the bright and long hereafter,
May you always happy be.
May you count your friends by thousands
and among them remember me.
Your sincere friend, Nellie Dietz
Woodland, Feb. 3rd, 1885
---
May
May your life be as fine as these pages,
and unshadowed as these lines,
Is the sincere wish of your true friend,
Nettie M.
Woodland, Feb. 3rd, '85
---
To May
Flowers may form a garland,
Gold may link a chain, but
Friendship is a clasp, forever to remain.
Your sincere friend, Erdeene Hennagan
---
May
Not like the Rose
May our Friendship wither
But like the Evergreen,
Live Forever.
Maude Lownsberry, Woodland
March 26, 1885
---
To May
May thy pathway be bright as the stars in heaven.
Your friend, Etta Hyman
Woodland, Jan. 7th, '84
---
Friend May
Remember me when this you see, if only half awake.
Remember me on wedding day and send me a piece of cake.
Your Friend Mattie Heurle (??)
Woodland, Cal. 4-1-1885
---
May
Last in your album,
Last in your thoughts
Last to be remembered
And first to be forgot.
Your friend, Rebecca Strong
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Still More Autographs -- These from 1887

This little book that belonged to Mollie came to me in April 2010. Cockrell, Missouri, is the town mentioned most often, but there is one entry from Raton, New Mexico. Here they are.



Forget me not,
the name of a friend is enough.
Jim Hankenberg, April 30, 1887

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To Mollie
May peace and happiness your pathway attend
As down the stream of time you wend.
Ellen D -
June 6th, 1887

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Our time is fleeting fast, though memory lingers
Yet a friend that is true we can never forget.
Swanea Tyson,
May 20, 1887
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Dear Mollie
Think of me often tho' far away,
I shall often think of you.
Your true friend,
Walter McCloud, Raton, NM
---

To Mollie
Some have none and some have two
I have but one and this is you.
Your friend
---
(To) One of the 7 wonders of the world,
(From) Two of the 7 wonders of the world
A. G. Sears (and) M. Belle Tyer

---
Flowers may wither,
Leaves may die;
Friends may forget thee,
But never will I.
Lydia Siller
Cockrell, Mo.

--
The past we may forget
The presesnt swift its moments fly
The future ??? ??? trust it yet.
For trusting will never sigh.
P. T. Dealy

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Miss Mollie
Within this book
So pure and white
Let none but friends
Assume to write.
Alex Sears, April 15, 1888
Cockrell, Mo.
---
Mollie
To write in your album, you ask.
Ah, well, it is not such a diffiult task.
All I can say is contained herein one line:
May the blessings of heaven forever be thine.
Tis the wish of your friend.
1 of the 7
Cockrell, Mo., 5-7-88

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Dear Mollie
Our friendship has budded on Earth,
O, may it blossom in Heaven.
Your friend, ????
May 23, 1888

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To cousin Mollie
May your joy be as deep as the Ocean.
And your sorrow as light as its foam.
Billie
Cockrell, Mo. 8-4-88

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Mollie my Friend -
Delay is the "Darkey" that steals the chicken from off the roost of time.
A.G.S.
Cockrell, Mo., May 7, 1888

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I. R. "Ike" Lloyd -- WW II Submarine Portraitist

I see that has been just a bit more than a year since I produced any words for this little blog. No excuses. But since I'm here this would be a good time to bring up a new mystery I'm trying to solve.

I recently acquired two original paintings of World War II submarines. They were produced by a man named I. R. "Ike" Lloyd who was in the design department at Mare Island Shipyard during the war.

I thought it would be interesting learn more about Mr. Lloyd. After quite a bit of internet searching and talking and corresponding with museum curators in California and Washington DC, I am learning only bits and pieces.

Even more extraordinary: I have been unable to locate any other of Mr. Lloyd's original paintings. Prints of various ship paintings created by Mr. Lloyd show up occasionally on internet auction sites.

But no original paintings.

Here is what I know: Mr. Lloyd worked in the design department at Mare Island and resided in Vallejo for about 10 years. Sometime after WWII, he was divorced and moved to Key West, Fla, where he passed away in 1956. While at Mare Island he created numerous paintings in oil, guache and tempura of various ships, mostly submarines. And he drew ships for caches, shellback documents (a certificate attesting to a sailor having crossed the equator the first time) and at least in one instance, an invitation to a ship christening. And, for a time, he operated "Lloyds of Vallejo" on Hichborn Street where he created ship mementos.

The list of submarines he painted is a long one. To mention a few, Gato, Permit, Sailfish, Archerfish, Trigger, Wahoo, Argonaut, and Pompano. The first Lloyd item that shows up on Google is his painting of the USS Bailey in a firefight at the Battle of Komandorski Island. Prints of this battle, many autographed by sailors, show up once in a while.

In 1944, Lloyd also had a couple of his submarine paintings shown at the City of Paris department store in San Francisco. A brief article in the San Francisco Chronicle said: "Mr. Lloyd . . . received permission from Washington at the outbreak of the war to make a series of Navy paintings which are being kept on record in Washington." The second part of that sentence brought me into contact with the curator of the Naval Art Museum in Washington DC. Lloyd's name does not show up in their inventory of naval art.

So, Mr. Reader, I have two major questions:

- What happened to Mr.Lloyd after his move from Vallejo and why did he quit painting?

- Where are his original paintings?

If you have any clues, you know where to reach me. I'll be right here.

The two paintings I have are of Gato (SS-212 ) and (perhaps) Trigger (SS-237). That's the Gato in the accompanying picture.

Help needed: Who is GARV?

I recently acquired this pretty fine pencil drawing of an old flintlock pistol. The original piece of artwork is signed GARV.

Now, I know there is an artist of adult material named Garv; there is an Indian movie named Garv; there is a webiste devoted to mixed martial arts called Garv, and there is a Garv-Inn -- among almost a million hits devoted to the word Garv.

But I cannot track down the person who created this wonderful drawing, which is one of several similar subjects. This illustration, poorly mounted with low quality matboard, came out of a defunct printing shop in the Sacramento, Calif., area.

If anyone out there knows who this "Garv" is, I would appreciate a return comment.

And Still More 19th Century Autographs

March 3, 2009 –
Here are some more autographs. These are from a little autograph book owned by David P. Flory of Hygiene and Boulder, Colo., dated 1884, and in which he writes this introduction:
To My Friends
My album is a garden spot
Where all my friends may sow
Where thorns and nettles flourish not
But flowers alone may grow
With smiles for sunshine, tears for showers
I’ll water, watch and guard these flowers.
Your friend, D. P. Flory
Hygiene, Colo.

Here are the entries, many of them with a scolding theme and that he better get his act together as his three sisters pen words of encouragement. It would seem David might have been a troubled lad. After his move to California, however, things seem to improve. I personally favor the final entry, written by his daughter. Read on:

Dave:
Be satisfied with your self and surroundings, for the present;
but at the same time, try to understand and gain a high standard.
Your friend and school-mate, Bertha Goss
Longmont., Colo. Oct. 28, 1884
* * *
To D. P. Flory
Day by day we are ??(shaping)??? the influences which will presently be our rules. We are choosing our habits, our associates, our homes. Weigh carefully all your undertakings and choose the best.
Your well wisher, Miss Nellie Goss
Pella, Colo, Oct. 28, 1884
* * *
When you get old and cannot see, put on your specks and think of me.
S. F. Fesler
* * *
Remember me as a friend.
Yours truly, W. D. Goss
Pella, Colo, Oct. 27, 1884
* * *

David
I dip my pen into the ink
And grasp your album tight;
But for my life I cannot think
One single word to write.
Your sister,
Lottie Flory,
Tujunga, Calif. August. 19, 1886
* * *
Of all the earthly goods, the best is a good life.
Your friend, Norton
* * *
Friend David
Remember thy Creator
In the days of thy youth.
Mrs. S. S. Farnocht, Longmont, Colo.
* * *
Always have courage to say "No" where tempted to do wrong.
Yours truly, Jennie Montgomery,
Longmont, Colo. Oct. 18, 1884
* * *
May your path be strewn with roses fair
and flowery to the end;
And when your body in death repose,
May your Maker be your friend.
Your cousin, H. M. Flory,
Brock Neb., Oct. 5, 1884
* * *
Dear Brother
If you wish success in life,
make perseverance your bosom friend,
experience your wise counsel,
caution your older brother
and hope your guardian genius.
Your affectionate sister, Lizzie Flory
San Fernando, Cal. Jan 12, 1885
* * *
Dear Brother
When you get far out in California,
Do not forget that you have friends and relations in Colo. who will remember you though far away.
Remember me as your loving sister, Hollie
* * *
To Dave
Ah! Lips with the curl impatient
Ah! How with the shade of scorn,
"Twere cruel fate
Were the night too late
To undo the work of the morn
Your friend, Mollie Montgomery
Longmont, Oct. 17, 1884
* * *
Dear friend
Your virtues ever shine like peaches on a punkin vine
Your friend, W. D. Perkins
Oct. 26th, 1884
* * *
Friend David
Do with heart and mind thy work and sweet will be the rest
Value time and do not shrink but do thy best
Doing this thou shall be blest.
Your schoolmate, Lizzie Wreese
Springtown, Colo., Oct. 25th, 1884
* * *
Friend Dave
May you live long and happy
May your enemies be few
May your friends be as many as the sparkling drops of dew.
Yours truly
Freta Trobaugh, Tujunga, Cal, June 10th 1888

Then she adds this ditty – a very early version of texting abbreviations:
Y y u r
Y y u b
I c u r y y 4 me
Can you read it?
* * *
Friend Dave
We may write our names in albums
We may trace them in the sand
We may chisel them in marble
With a firm and skillful hand.

But these pages soon are sullied,
Soon each page will fade away.
Every monument will crumble
Like all earthly hopes decay

But my friend there is an album
Full of leaves of sunny white
Where no names are tarnished
But forever pure and bright

In the book of life, "Gold’s Album,"
May your name be penned with care
And may all who here have penciled
Have their names recorded there
Your friend, Freta
San Fernando, Cal., August 31, 1890
* * *
Dear Friend
To blossom in the grove,

To bloom around the cot (cottage)
Please cultivate that little plant

they call Forget-me-not.
Your schoolmate, Addie Smith
Springtown, Colo., Oct. 27, 1884
* * *
Dear Daddy
To each is given a bag of coals
A shapeless mass, and a book of rules,
And each must make, ere life has flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.
Your daughter, Betty

* * *

To my reader: Many more 19th and early 20th century autographs have appeared in this blog; you can read them in 11/20/07 and 03/03/08.

And They Landed Safely

In my never-ending search for interesting paper, I came across this Boeing advertisement in a 1945 National Geographic. I was -- and am -- astounded as to the amount of damage this B-17 took over Germany in World War II.
A bit of Internet search took me to a very interesting site (www.daves'warbirds) in which the survival accounts of many B-17 are reported and shown.
The site says:
"The B-17 "All American" (414th Squadron, 97the Battle Group) flown by Lieutenant Kenneth R. Bragg, its tail section almost severed by a collision with an enemy fighter, flew 90 minutes back to its home base, landed safely and broke in two after landing.
SOURCE: Flying Forts by Martin Caiden."
The website offers a couple additional photos of the plane after landing.
The advertisement adds a little color:
"This slashed-in-two Flying Fortress theoretically should not fly. There had been stiff fighter opposition. In the melee, a Messerschmitt, crazily out of control, crashed into it.
"The German plane was destroyed upon impact. The Fortress's fuselage was ripped diagonally from top to bottom. Control surfaces were carried away. The tail gunner, suddenly imperiled in his wabbling section, crawled forward onto the narrow floor structure that held the parts together. And the Fortress flew steadily -- back to her base for a perfect landing."

I Just Don't Know What to Say . . .

Here's a 1954 advertisement for Old Gold cigarettes. It would appear that 55 years ago there was no political correctness when it came to poodles.

And a little bit of lousy re-touching makes this poodle appear to be smiling -- just really happy to be inhaling that tobacco smoke! And little Fifi there appears somewhat tentative. Or maybe this pair is just having a smoke after a little bit of, uh, well, you know. Woof, woof.

So, try as I might, the picture cries out for a proper caption -- can anyone out there help? My other reader would be grateful.