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).

Could this be Young Brooken Cravens Sr.?

Young Brookens Sr.

I found this old tintype in my Uncle's effects. In looking at the two photos, I think I see a resemblance. If anyone knows if the second photo is of Y.B. Cravens Sr., please let me know. Apparently, he was a reader. I've never seen anyone posed like this in such an old photo..

A family photo

Left to Right from the back: John Scott Reeves, Bertha Reeves, (Dellas Alcorn?), Anna Reeves, Freida Etter, Percy Cravens, Laura Cravens.

Front row: John Etter, Clara Reeves Etter, Eldon Etter

It would not have been too long after this picture was taken that both John Etter and Clara passed away (I think, from TB). Bertha and Laura removed Freida and Eldon from an orphanage and raised them with the rest of the family.

Percy Paul Cravens

This photo says it was taken at Burnt Prairie, IL.

I remember sitting with my Grandpa in his room. We would each peruse one of his collection of National Geographics. I would often quiz him about his younger days, but have now forgotten most of what he told me. He restored and recaned furniture in his older years. He often complained of a sore throat and was always popping horehound candies to soothe it. He died of complications of enphysema.