379th Heavy bombers group

This was Dad's  jacket patch of his 379th bombers group airman's jacket. He kept his jacket and some other stuff out in his wood shed for years. I think I left it out in the rain and it got wrecked. Can you hear me kicking myself.

This is the "Carol Dawn" one of two planes he was a crew member in. The K is for Kimbolton field. If anyone has anything to share of this group, I would like to hear it.

Martha and friends

Martha Cox (seated) and two friends. Does anyone know who the friends might be?

WW2 Air Force Jackets, proudly worn

My Dad, Paul E. Cravens (on the right) and his best friend, Stanford Rhuland modeling their Air Force jackets.

WW2 Air Force Flight Jackets

Doris Cravens and Esther Rhuland model their husbands flight jackets.

Cravens Cox Wedding Certificate

As certificates go, this is quite a pretty one.

Remembering "Tuffy"

My Dad has been very much in my thoughts the last few days. I don't know why. But it inspired me to make a collage. I printed out a photo the work camp he reported to all the days of my young life, a photo of himself in his work helmet and coveralls and a Pure Oil decal. I made the decal by downloading the logo from the internet, adhering a piece of packing tape to it and washing off the paper.

"Tuffy"      8x10

I mounted it on an 8x10 canvas and added a little blurb about the oil fields of the area. If anyone knows any of the men or history of the West Liberty Pure Oil camp, I  would really like to hear from them. I am especially interested in contacting Oop's daughter.

Grandmother Cox

This is a spry photo of my grandma Martha, who I called grandma but was always referred to as Mom Cox. She had little glass wind chimes that tinkled in the hallways. In her memory, I have tried to put a chime in every tree in my yard and I have quite a few trees (and fortunately my neighbors aren't too close).