These little dogs (the big one is 2 inches tall) were always on the kitchen windowsill at my parents’ home. They were my mother’s (just like the Coca-Cola bottle). I do not know who broke the one that is missing it’s head or when it occurred. My longest memory is of number 3 being headless. My second longest memory is of Mom forcefully saying “Don’t touch those“.
As a child, my mother’s family had a Wire Hair Fox Terrier (mix) named Pal. The dogs look like the WHFT breed.
Patent Application 430,963, Refrigerator, Ezra P. Koontz, Ligonier, Ind. Filed Sept. 1, 1888. Serial No. 284,364.
Claim:
1 In a refrigerator, an inner compartment containing an ice-tank, and waste-water tank, in combination with a pipe leading from the bottom of the ice-tank to the waste-water tank, a pipe leading from the bottom of the ice-tank to the drinking-water tank, an overflow pipe extending from the drinking to the waste water tank, and an overflow-pipe leading out of the waste-water tank, all substantially as and for the purpose herein set forth.
2 In a refrigerator, a plurality of tanks, one of which is designed to contain ice, and is located immediately above another which is designed to contain drinking-water, milk, or other fluids, in combination with the pipe connecting said tanks, means, substantially as described, for closing said pipe when the under tank contains a fluid other than water, and means, substantially as described, at the opposite site of said ice-tank extending there from to a point outside the refrigerator, serving to carry off the waste water.
Digest of Decisions of the Commissioner of Patents and of United States Courts in the Matter of Patents, Trade-Marks, &c., Official Gazette – April – June, 1890, page 2061.
I just happened to find this referenced in an old newspaper that I found while scanning for other information on my Koontz ancestors. Ezra P. Koontz was my grandmother’s grandfather (my great-great grandfather). The second set of drawings make a great deal of sense as Grandfather was a cabinet maker by trade.
Grandma never said, “oh, by the way, my grandfather had a patent on the old-fashioned ice box.” It was not like the child me never gave her an opening. One time while playing at their house (built in 1929), I was playing in the kitchen – cars rolled on the floor better than on the carpet in the living room. I noticed a hole in the floor back in a corner near the stairway to the basement. I asked Grandma why they had a hole in their kitchen floor. All she said was that was where the old ice box used to drain into the basement. And that was it.
We used to visit Grandma and Grandpa when they up at Mullet Lake using the cottage of their long-time friends, Reg and Hazel Adams. In the main room of the cottage was this big chest that was chuck full of toys and games. At one point I was informed that it was an old ice box. Period.
Now, I can go with that Grandma never knew about the patent by her grandfather, or she just never thought it was important now that refrigerators were electric.
1880-03-02 Application granted
1880-03-02 Publication of US225063A
1897-03-02 Anticipated expiration
StatusExpired – Lifetime
I really do not know why it was always in the kitchen window of my parents’ home. It just was for as long as I can remember. The 2.5 inch bottle was one of the “things” Mom liked to keep on the window sill in the kitchen. Never knew where it came from or why she had it, but there was no mistake it was HERS! It was always there, along with the three dogs that will be in next week’s blog.
This aged alabaster burro lived in my grandparents’ china cabinet. A souvenir of a trip to Southwest in the 1930s. Never got around to getting more information, but when it was time to split up the things at my parents’ home, I was determined this guy was not going to the estate sale. Since there were no other takers, it is now mine and resides in a shadow box with other heirlooms on the wall of my office.
This quirky napkin ring always resided in my grandparents’ china cabinet — right by the Silver one (earlier post). I am not sure what material it is. It almost appears to bakelite.
Some people who are well-versed in Bakelite identification recommend the hot water test as the standard when it comes to accurately identifying this form of plastic. In this method, the piece of plastic is placed under very hot running tap water. The heat from the water releases the formaldehyde-like scent of Bakelite.
I really do not want to do this. Maybe, I will leave it to my heirs to finalize this one.
This tiny salt cellar ended up in my parents’ dining room hutch. It came from my maternal grandmother. It must have been buried in her pitcher collection. As with the silver one earlier, I never experienced the use of a salt cellar myself — I have always been a shaker kind of guy.
The label on the bottom is of a Crown and the word Austria.
This copper bear was a special keepsake of my mother’s. She got his item on a childhood camping trip out west that included Yellowstone National Park. The bear has a very worn sticker that says Yellowstone. The bear resided in the china cabinet in the dining room and then in the hutch as my mother decided to change out the dining room furniture. When the collection of miniature liquor bottles seemed to overrun the available space in the hutch, this little guy (3 oz., 4 inches) it was shifted to the shelf around the basement bathroom. But, no matter how many purges of “stuff” happened, this bear was kept.
My mother, her sister, and her parents, took a road trip from their home in Detroit, Michigan, out west in the 1930s. This was one of my mother’s favorite trips as a child and they camped in tents throughout the trip. This is probably one of the reasons, Mom had a real desire to camp on our family vacations (I did not inherit this gene!). Many of our trips were taken in various versions of camping tents, starting with an army pup tent (that had dead canvas odor) and ending with a series of rented pop up trailers with different configurations.
This sample from Grandma’s pitcher collection has the printing:
Ha! Ha! Ha!
You And Me
Little Brown Jug
Don’t I Love Thee
The bottom of the item contains the label :
Royal Cauldron
England
Est 1774
Made In England
Grandma collected pitchers and kept them in the china cabinet in the dining room. She had a number of them, of which I have two (see earlier post on the miniature chamber pot). In addition to the two I have, Grandma also collected Toby Jugs (of which I do not have any) and Hummel Figurines – which will show up in future posts.
This silver napkin ring belonged to my Grandfather, Lee Norton Goodliff Weaver. How do I know? Well, besides having been told so by Grandpa Lee, I was surprised to see his name had been engraved on the ring (of course that was only after I had spent some time with silver polish did the engraving become visible.
My grandfather was always a fierce dog lover. I am do not remember stories of him having a dog as a child, but his grandparents, Charles and Esther Jenks Lee, did:
Not to be outdone by his Grandparents Lee, Grandpa also had a great sense of humor and used Bob, the dog, to help him in a prank photo:
During my mother’s and aunt’s childhoods, the Weaver family had a mostly Wire Hair Fox Terrier named Pal. For a while they also had Great Grandmother Weaver’s Pug named Toddles. Toddles was known to get into the martini’s that were being poured by either my grandfather or aunt. (Of course, this was my mother’s story, so she was not part of the getting Toddles sloshed).
When I was a child, we got a Terrier mix named Colonel in 1956. Colonel and Grandpa bonded.
Grandpa insisted on being our kennel service whenever we went on vacation and could not take him with us.
This magazine rack belonged to my grandparents. It was always full of different periodicals that I went through during each visit. The Saturday Evening Post, Look, Life, and Hidden Pictures were among my favorites.
I did not realize until I digitized old home movie film that my grandfather shot that this magazine rack predates me. It appears in movies of my older cousin and brother taken in their living room before I was born. I don’t quite remember when I got it; it seems like I have had it for ever.
#heirlooms
 | Derek on Brad Paisley – 10th Cous… |
 | Pat Shaul on Done, Done, and Done |
 | Stacie Baumgartner on Done, Done, and Done |
| Pat Shaul on Done, Done, and Done |
| Stacie Churches Baum… on Done, Done, and Done |
| Derek on Brad Paisley – 10th Cous… |
| Pat Shaul on Done, Done, and Done |
| Stacie Baumgartner on Done, Done, and Done |
| Pat Shaul on Done, Done, and Done |
| Stacie Churches Baum… on Done, Done, and Done |
A Tree Grew in Oakland 