Scrapbook Two Hundred Twenty…


October, 2019

Singer-Fleischaker Oil Company



Armand Hammer

Armand Hammer was a good acquaintance of mine.  He said, “Every great happening begins with a benevolent gesture.” I made it one of my rules. This Joe Singer story is about that philosophy. 

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Oscar Berninghaus painting similar to “Forgotten”

I always wanted to advertise full page color. The Santa Fe opera bulletin was small so they allowed me only a 1/4th page ad. The painting I gave them was an Oscar Berninghaus night scene of a horse tied to a hitching post. It was snowing and the lights in the cantina across the street were inviting. You could almost see music coming from the windows. The painting was untitled, so I called it Forgotten.

I’m guessing about this next part but I think it’s a pretty good guess. Joe and Richard, and their wives, were at the opera. Ann and Addie were full of the music and scenery, but the men were seriously bored. While thumbing through the bulletin, wishing the opera would hurry up, the men came upon my ad. It was a melancholy scene and it struck a chord with them. They wanted to look at it. 


Fenn Galleries, now the Matteuchi Gallery

The next day, they came in Fenn Galleries Ltd, and I met them at the door. It was love at first handshake. We drank coffee (I always put cream and sugar in mine to help kill the taste) and laughed a lot. We just really got along. 

The women headed for the vault where the Indian jewelry was housed. And there was plenty of it on display. Squash blossom necklaces were hanging from every square inch of the ceiling, turquoise bracelets, rings, and ear drops were everywhere. There must have been 1000 pieces if you counted them slowly. The girls (you can call a female a girl until she 16 and after she’s 70, but not in-between) wore big grins. They didn’t have any Indian jewelry but suddenly they wanted some. The romance of Santa Fe was homing in on them.

I gave my secretary a wink, and she knew what that meant. As the girls darted from one display to another, I unlocked all of the glass cases. It was fun to watch their enthusiasm. Soon, my secretary appeared, right on cue. “Mister Fenn, you’re wanted on the phone. It’s an important call and I think you should take it.”

As I was walking out, I said, “OK girls, I’ve got so much of this stuff, pick out what you want and it’ll be a gift from me to start you on your Indian Jewelry collection. I’ll be back in a minute.” 

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After about 10 minutes I returned to see what they had amassed. Ann was wearing a $6,500 #8 spider web turquoise chunk necklace, and Addie had on a bracelet-ring set that was worth about $4,800. I said, “Lordie, I should have known you’d pick my very best things.” The girls giggled.

Joe and Richard were the Singer/Fleischaker oil company in Oklahoma City. They were not art collectors especially, but when they saw what we offered, they started thinking about it.

That night we had dinner at The Pink. After about an hour of talking about everything, and eating some of Rosalie’s hot apple pie with rum sauce on the side, the girls got up and walked across the street to the Desert Inn, where they were staying. Joe and Richard lit up expensive Cuban cigars. The air got quiet and I just sat there, taking it in. I liked both of those guys.

Finally, Joe said, “Forrest, we’ve got a lot of money and everyone is trying to get it. We never had anyone treat us like you did today.” Suddenly I felt like we had a father/son relationship, but I don’t remember which was which.

The next day they came in our gallery and purchased about $265,000 worth of paintings, including Forgotten, 

Armand Hammer was right. 

But there were shadows on the horizon. Ann told me a story in private. Their son Paul was a medical doctor in the Army. Without telling his father, Paul volunteered for combat duty in Vietnam. The news infuriated Joe. He argued, why in the world would you willingly put your brilliant future in harm’s way? The arguments were fierce and frequent. 

The night before Paul was to leave for Southeast Asia, Joe and Ann threw their son and his wife, a huge black-tie dinner/dance bash at the country club. Hundreds of their friends and relatives were in attendance. Two hours into the event, and right in the middle of the dance floor, Joe and his Paul got into it again. 

Paul stalked out of the dance, went to Vietnam, and was killed in action.


It weighed heavily on Joe, who blamed himself for what happened. He suffered long periods of severe depression.

Some months later Joe happened into our gallery unannounced. He was in Santa Fe to buy oil leases from the state. 

I had recently traded four big Walter Ufer paintings from the Houston Art Museum. They were big, two were 30”x 40” and the others were 40”x 50.” They had been purchased with an endowment left to the museum by a wealthy philanthropist named Ima Hogg. 

The paintings were hanging in our high room and the two of us were looking at them. “Joe,” I said, “these smaller paintings are perfect for your collection, but the 40 x 50s are too big for your house. Why don’t you buy all 4 of them and give the two large ones to the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City, in memory of your son.”


National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City

Joe didn’t say anything. I think he was stunned. Finally, he said something silly. “How do I know they want them.” I told Joe that Dean Krakel was the director. “I’ll go call him.”

The problem was that Krakel was an expert, and if you didn’t know it, he would surely find a way to tell you. I had had a couple of strained business deals with him in the past. I worried about it most of the night. He could blow the deal if he wanted to. It was no skin off of his nose either way. I almost felt subservient to the situation. 

Then, in the wee morning hours it came to me. I predicted nearly every word that would be said. I had to bait Dean one time then close the deal if I could. I needed some luck.

The next afternoon we were standing in front of the paintings. Dean on the right and Joe on the left. I was relaxed in the middle.


Dean didn’t act like he was impressed, but I knew he was. “They’re very nice,” he said, and he walked over to the big painting on the right. The wall sticker said $275,000. “Wow” came out of his mouth. “Where’d you get the precedence for that price?”

“Dean, there’s no precedence for that price because there’s is no precedence for that painting.”

“Yes there is, we have “The Corn Thief,” it’s the same size, same artist, and a better painting. We gave $250,000 for it.”

“I know that Dean, and I’ll give you $300,000 for it right now. You’ve either got to buy mine or sell me yours.” 

“There’s no way you’re gonna get mine.”

Joe Singer said, “Well then, I guess we bought some paintings.” I smiled inside and congratulated both Joe and Dean.

We hanged the paintings and remodeled one corner of the museum. Paul’s stethoscope and Purple Heart were proudly displayed in a glass case alongside his scrubs. I gave them some Indian rugs and other things to warm the place a little. It looked really nice and Joe was beaming.

Later, Ann told me, with a tear, that the veil of remorse had lifted from Joe’s body and he was his old self again. 

A personal note.
They said I was eccentric, and they still do. Maybe it’s true. The art business was good to me because I gave so much away. It was certainly unorthodox. When you start out with no education, no experience, no inventory and no money, there are not many more nos that you don’t have. So you do what you have to do to make things work. My rewards came from every direction, and helping them along was just good business. f



162 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Twenty…

    • I thought that since SB #219 was about Forrest’s day yesterday at the Fall Fiesta, he had run through his batch of new scrapbook entries for now.
      I guess the man fooled me, lol!

    • I feel horrible that Richard wasted hard earned money on “Cuban” cigars. Great SB though.

      • PL-
        Nope…but you can call them and ask…but it’s probably not good if 50 people call and ask or Forrest will get another cease and desist request from the Mattuche’s like he did from the Cody Museum..

  1. Koudos to you Mr. Fenn. I almost feel guilty for focusing so much energy into finding your treasure. Clearly, there are much more important things in life.

  2. I have been to the The National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum is a museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. It has a very impressive art collection. Visiting that Museum should be on the bucket list of all Americans. Since f made a significant contribution, it should be a must see for every searcher.

  3. “Lordie” seems applicable in lots of ways. I laugh at myself when I have good reason to say that word out loud. 🙂

  4. The Cowboy Hall of Fame was a great place to visit when I was a kid.. then it closed down.. is it open again? I haven’t been to OKC in quite a few years..

    There aren’t many nos left.. does that mean someone is getting a big YES.. lol

  5. I see the chest in that painting – back left window, barely visible. Thanks for the clue Forrest!

    • Looks more like in the center to me but there again what do I know. Forrest am I seeing what I think I’M seeing?

  6. Another great story. Jack Tripper ( John Ritter) on 3’s company would always say ” lordie , lordie” lol.

  7. That could be an entire chapter in both a soap opera and a book on business success. Music is always a nice touch with some art.

    • I feel the same way. I just wish it would have came out 1 day sooner and I would have been back out BOTG lol. Now I have to wait until next season, womp womp

  8. Thank you, nice story Forrest.

    Armand Hammer was a good man. He did a favor for my family once by convincing some Pakistani authorities to allow time for an autopsy even though it went against their customs. He did it just because a stranger asked and he was in a position to do something. I never met him, and he passed only a year after that. In appreciation let me add this tribute to the man, his values and his deeds.

  9. Before you get to much grief, There was a Lady philanthropist in Texas who’s name was Ima Hogg, she was also known as The First Lady of Texas. I didn’t laugh when you wrote that Forrest, I knew who you were speaking of with great reverence to her I post this. I also post it to your wisdom of seeing things in a softer atmosphere than most.

    • I live in Houston and I’ve seen many of her donations in the Museum and Children’s museum.

  10. Thank you Forrest.

    For me (personal reasons), one thing that this scrapbook is missing is a panda reference.

    • Disregard…..

      And I love this,
      “Every great happening begins with a benevolent gesture.” I made it one of my rules. f

      The world needs more benevolent gestures IMO

  11. What a great Message, thank you Forrest for the wonderful story! We all have something to give, even those who have everything, need a little something. Thank You for the Chase

  12. Kindness is its own reward, but even nicer when it brings about business profits as well. You are one shrewd cookie Forrest. “Keep on makin’ those kind of deals – Who knows what kind of rewards it will bring. A GREAT admirer – JDA

  13. The Forgotten Painting: A Historical Mystery Novella, by Gabriel Farago also true story of:

    Claude Monet: Forgotten Painting, beneath the art of the painting called “Wisteria” a hidden, forgotten secret or ?

    Since 1961, a painting of wisteria by French impressionist Claude Monet has hung in the Gemeentemuseum in The Hague, harboring a secret beneath its swirling brushstrokes.
    Read more:

    No one had taken a close look at Wisteria since it came to the museum nearly 60 years ago, but it was recently taken off of public view in preparation for an upcoming exhibition on Monet’s garden paintings. When modern art conservator Ruth Hoppe examined the artwork, she noticed that it had been retouched to cover up tiny holes containing bits of broken glass, the damage possibly caused by an Allied bomb that shattered the glass of Monet’s studio during WWII. Hoppe decided to X-ray the painting to get a better look, but found something entirely unexpected: water lilies hiding beneath the artist’s depiction of dangling wisteria.
    Read more:

    Does our treasure like just beneath the words of one of these scrapbooks locals? IT IS or could be in plain site, HIDDEN under a pile of leaves?


    • Philanthropy is the real reason for Forrest Fenn being such a success in his business, for it is more blessed to give than to receive, that is a truth about the nature of giving something, the Native American Tribes who were interacting with each other, one tribe to another friend would always give gifts, I will not say that is where ff learned the value of gifts, because his father and mother were obviously generous, kind, giving people.

      In an art auction or when a clever gallery owner could convince a prominent client that the gift of “HIS” art was the blessing to be had, not the tax write off, or other credit such as “public admiration”, no it was the fact that you will be blessed, and now ff had a cheerful giver who was completely satisfied that he had done something PHILANTHROPIC.

      Novella is Free on Kindle Author Farago, Gabriel. The Forgotten Painting: A Historical Mystery Novella . Bear & King Publishing. Kindle Edition.

      Worth the read. It is a gift


      • I believe it’s more of a scavenger hunt now and someone has shown Forrest something that triggered phase 2 or 3. I wonder if the chest is actually where it should be…I guess we will find out.

  14. Wow what a story! That vault sure would have been a sight to see. I’m sorry I missed it. You have led such a blessed life Forrest! With all the recent postings I’m left wondering what one more day might bring.

  15. I love that “Forgotten” Painting, the mood makes me want to go into that saloon for a Hot Chocolate/Bourbon and to play a few Hands of Poker! The Painting really stirs the Imagination… perhaps I could win back that bracelet for you Forrest. But either way it’s been an adventure worth its weight in Gold… Cheers

  16. Grab all the bananas you can…
    All bananas…
    A bunch of bananas is called A HAND.
    Grab all the hands you can!
    Your dad was right, Forrest, and you’ve lived up to his expectations. Brava, brava.

  17. Forrest, these terrific stories are rolling down dal’s conveyor belt at Lucy&Ethel speed. I’m eating all the chocolates I can get wrapped in time before your next one;-). They are all enjoyable. I love your generosity and ability to lift others spirits.

  18. Well this one’s interesting. It’ll probably take me a week to find one shred of a hint in this one. This one seems a little whiplashy to me.

    Sometimes I feel like I’m just barely scratching the surface on what I should probably be taking away from some of these SB’s. But I sure love to read them. Thank you Forrest for sharing them.

    There are some interesting new names in this one; I wonder what happened to the John’s?

    Anyways, there’s a big snowstorm headed for the central Rockies this week. Safe travels to everyone.

    I hope this storm passes quickly. I wasn’t done with summer yet.

    Thank you Forrest for the SB.

    Thanks Dal for keeping up with all these SB’s.

    Note to self: Buy bigger gloves.


  19. Excellent sleuthing Tom Terrific!
    I didn’t read your post right and did my own detective work and literally came up with the same stuff you did after I reread what you posted – love it! What collaborates this even more is that Fenn goes on to talk about music. The cover of that book has a violin on it.

    At first I didn’t get why any advertiser wouldn’t allow someone to pay for a full page instead of a 1/4th so why couldn’t he buy 4 1/4’s? Now that sounds like music and I don’t know anything about music but it works with the violinist on the cover.

    The painting Fenn is talking about actually wasn’t untitled…here is a link. The painting of the horses is Winter Evening (Taos) by Oscar Edmund Berninghaus, 1918 — I’d like to discover if Winter Evening was painted over as well. Why this painting? because of the horses or the posts?

    Note that Berninghaus also painted a scene of the Lewis and Clark Expedition (THIS is not a part of my solve but it may help those that do).

    Another soundex on a name “Burning House” lol

    Armand Hammer = Arm and Hammer = Baking Soda

  20. I fell deeper down the rabbit hole with Wisteria. That darn rabbit hole had a fork in its tunnel and I floated down both paths. bangs head on desk – both directions are apart of my solve but my head is going to explode! I OWE it to myself to give my brain a break.

  21. The Number 8 Turquoise mine was from EUREKA County, Nevada…wonder if someone struck gold. The doodle with the 3 men on FORREST letterhead with blue font reminds me of the White House letterhead in blue font.

  22. Forrest thank you for teaching/reminding us how a business should be run or how our lives should be run. Love that you put these stories out there.

  23. I like this scrapbook. Glad Joe was able to release some of the grief through the nice gesture. You did very well in your business, Mr. Fenn. I love the “Forgotten” painting.

  24. Thanks Forrest.
    Giving does make the heart happy and your outcome is a just reward worth being proud of.

    Forrest your a good man.

  25. Losing a son or daughter to any war would be devastating, especially if in some way the parent thought it was their fault. I am glad that Joe came around and that you were empathetic and a part of the process that helped him through it.

  26. Thanks, Forrest, for another great story. Your business strategy really seemed to pay off, and your doodles are indeed a work of art!

    The paintings by Oscar Berninghaus are somewhat melancholy but quite compelling. Walter Ufer is a great Western painter, too, but I couldn’t find any reference to the Corn Thief painting that you mentioned. I guess that might remain a mystery.

    Your gallery is so beautiful! I’m glad I had a chance to visit it this summer. Did you know you can still search for it by Fenn Galleries in Google and go right to it. I guess it will always remember you!

  27. I wish I could paint just so I could paint a painting like that one is painted.

    Do I get an award for using “paint” four times in a sentence?

  28. TTOTC searching aside, has anyone ever seen this painting by Rockwell?

    In researching ‘Forgotten’ above, I stumbled across “Forgotten Facts About Washington.” The painting and subject/history are a new favorite. Or maybe it’s the clandestine nature of it all that speaks to the romance writer in me:)

    Is it possibly displayed somewhere in a museum? I would love to see brush strokes instead a pixelated image on a screen.

  29. Lordie, Lordie, Forrest! You are on a roll! I thought for a while maybe you were giving us a preview of a new book titled “Johns in my Life” lol…:) But, no John in this SB???

    Love your doodles!!!

    • Spallies,

      I was thinking in that direction. I believe these scrapbook stories were to maybe be in a new book Forrest was wanting to publish but he never finished. So what better way to get them out there then here on hoD.
      For what ever reason I like them.


  30. I haven’t had any success in finding an image of the painting “The Corn Thief” by Walter Ufer online. Has anyone had any better luck on this?

    Also, there seems to be very little information I can find about Dean Krakel. He apparently wrote a book about the artist Conrad Schwiering called “Painting on the Square”. There appear to be some interesting scandalous news articles about him on the local newspaper “The Oklahoman” but the content is locked behind a paywall. I don’t suppose there are any Okies with a subscription who follow this blog that can fill us in on his story?

  31. Thanks dal and Mr. Fenn,
    I really liked this story for so many reasons. Well worth the price of a c-note admission. I can just imagine y’all sitting around a table sharing a little frito pie, extra chili on the side, and takin care of bidness. It’s all good when it all comes together.

  32. “The night before Paul was to leave for Southeast Asia, Joe and Ann threw their son and his wife, a huge black-tie dinner/dance bash at the country club. Hundreds of their friends and relatives were in attendance. Two hours into the event, and right in the middle of the dance floor, Joe and his Paul got into it again.

    Paul stalked out of the dance, went to Vietnam, and was killed in action.It weighed heavily on Joe, who blamed himself for what happened. He suffered long periods of severe depression.

    Some months later Joe happened into our gallery unannounced. He was in Santa Fe to buy oil leases from the state.

    I had recently traded four big Walter Ufer paintings from the Houston Art Museum. They were big, two were 30”x 40” and the others were 40”x 50.” They had been purchased with an endowment left to the museum by a wealthy philanthropist named Ima Hogg.

    The paintings were hanging in our high room and the two of us were looking at them. “Joe,” I said, “these smaller paintings are perfect for your collection, but the 40 x 50s are too big for your house. Why don’t you buy all 4 of them and give the two large ones to the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City, in memory of your son.”

    This story of a ‘Philanthropic Gift” which allowed Joe to either forget or accept the loss of his son is a mirror to another Philanthropic Gift, that of the first US Vietnam Memorial in “Angle Fire, NM” Vietnam

    Forrest I salute you and thank you for “Not Forgetting”


  33. “Joe and Richard lit up expensive Cuban cigars.”

    Seems like I recall someone mentioning cigars here recently. So is he saying ‘give the guy/gal a cigar’, or ‘close but no cigar’? I’m thinking the former because Crown Cigars is a famous brand, though not Cuban.

    I also see another portal, similiar to a sally port, and a Juliet balcony too. This suggests to me to go thru a portal and look up .


  34. Wow those peppers are hot. Just seeing them makes you want to go under the door. When I was a kid, I used to get in trouble from my grandmother for shooting them with my BB Gun. She always used them to make chili for my grandfather, which he always dowsed with Louisiana Red Devil Sauce, as if it wasn’t hot enough already. One bite of his chili was like having a circus parading in your mouth, and I was the flame eater.

  35. If your ristra is looking old and ratty, you simply aren’t eating enough chilies! I know that I’m not, and I have no ratty ristra to remind me of it. My stomach isn’t up to it like it once was.

    New Mexico Green Chilies from Hatch are my favorite, but they are only available (fresh) for a few weeks each year. The chilie roasters put me into sensory overload when they light them up! To stand downwind of them is akin to being downwind of heaven.

  36. “There were other things to eat also, like veggy queso, corn (yellow)bread, green and red salsa with chips, regular “mac and cheese”(yellow)

    “The serious competitors were 3 ladies wearing huge hats made of feathers, leaves, and something else. My favorite had dangerous looking red hair under a pull-down feather fedora. It was a rather striking ensemble. The runner up was a young-looking middle(yellow)-aged woman who had really short green hair.”

    (((Traffic light colour theme)))

    2 Reds (2 Stops)
    2 Yellows ( 2 Yields)
    2 Greens ( 2 Go’s)

    3 sets of 2.

    Look at the sketch of the two girls. What are the colours?

    “The girls (you can call a female a girl until she 16 and after she’s 70, but not in-between)”((yellow))

    The SB ( 2019) was hot and loaded. This 220 is a smooth accumulated culmination.

    Lots of ‘comm’s’ in this 220. There’s much in this one. Why is there none named The Corn Thief”? Maybe its there somewhere but you haven’t found it yet?

    IMO .

    • Perhaps it’s down to 2 folks and 2 folks are close. There are 2 cigar smokers. Perhaps 1 was already caught stealing the corn, meaning he was already rewarded but the Grand prize is yet to come, it will come down to the wire.. only time will tell.

    • Hello Alsetenash. Your thoughts of a traffic signal light reminds me of Mr. Fenn’s comments about everyone needing an intersection. Also, about Eric Sloane at the corner waiting for the light to turn. I believe there may be more, but these are what have come to mind.

      • Hello Pdenver! Yes, you are bang on! We’re still waiting for ” everyone needs an intersection” , huh. It’s probably #222 lol.

        • It’s like he’s painting something with all these. These ones are very visually descriptive in the storytelling. There’s a lot of “noise” in what is seen , but only a few notes hit the canvass. IMO.

  37. Forrest, thanks for highlighting the work of Walter Ufer. There’s a really special “it factor” quality to his work. He’s one of my favorites from the TAOS School. It was enjoyable to browse through his online works. Can you recommend a book about Walter Ufer?

  38. Well (the first), those are definitely some campy colors for a quarter sect ad, as well as those doodles of Ann and Adder. Something to really give some deep thought. I’ll have to go back and read my Osborn Russell to see if he ran into any soothsayers.

    I hope I might finally be caching up with the others.

  39. Forrest,

    The memorial was a beautiful way to help fill that empty space. A metal *** can never replace lost time.

    It would be good to see the paintings at the memorial, not because I think it is a clue, but because it would complete the story that is being told.

  40. The Corn Thief = The clever American crow, also called corn thief.

    (Recent scrapbook highlighted moving Joseph Sharpe’s cabin from the Crow reservation.)
    Crow // absalookee.

    Are we looking for a crows nest where ffs camera is hidden? Crows nest is also the look out on a pirate ship. Just thinking out loud, all conjectured opinion.

    • I hope someone didn’t try to steal The correct solve from the correct searcher (Corn thievery).
      If so, I think Forrest would be the wiser to it.

      • My hope is that no one has actually done very well to date and this is why he’s posting more, to inspire more thinking.

      • What? So what you said is that some Jimmy cracked the proverbial Colonol of corn and doesn’t seem to care. Now that is a crock if Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care…..played to the tune of the music coming from the windows.

    • The Corn Thief story is that you have to lay/bait a trap for the Corn Thief, a Scarecrow won’t work if you want to “Catch a Thief”. So Mr. Cary Grant to the rescue. The hint is that someone was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, perhaps there are two locations and one of them has been found. Fenn knows this and is either setting a decoy or trying to expose the real Corn thief. My synopsis is that someone might be trying to play tricks on Forrest. There are alot of evil tricksters out there who are privy to the hunt, Perhaps Forrest has had some Ransom Ware/ Spy Ware installed in his laptop. With all those camera crews in his house, I’m sure one evil SOB might plant a Bug. Just a thought?

  41. If anyone likes this sort of story, Dean Krakel wrote a GREAT book called Adventures in Western Art. Its chock full of interesting stories and he writes in quite an adventurous way about all these old guys and their antics. Copies are only a couple bucks and available at almost all online shops. Totally worth the read…maybe even read it twice, for good measure.

  42. Also (side note)….FORREST/DAL

    I got a nickle that’s kinda winking saying it sounds like Louise Maedgen…then again my ears are always ringing.

  43. I just thought of something. Eric Sloane was visiting and exhibiting at Hammer Galleries in NYC when he died. Armand hammer owned this gallery. BOOM!

      • Well Tall Andrew I have no idea actually, just trying to draw connections where I can. Sooner or later lines will cross. Did I mention it’s a block away from Central Park? Not that that has to do with anything either…

      • Tall Andrew, not so much “takeaway”, more of an adder to me. The adding of Armand Hammer in this story sticks out a bit like an aberration, or a swollen thumb some might say. But if we dig a bit deeper, well, maybe there’s something else to really ponder.

        Armand Hammer was an oil tycoon. So are the chaps Forrest is presenting. The baking soda is a good angle. And so might simplifying his name: Soldier Rock in Glendo State Park might be an example. So far, It seems to me that oil might be important. Overall, and in my opinion, this scrapbook gives the answer to the location of “Put in below the home of Brown.”

        I also wonder if Forrest found this article before writing this scrapbook, as is the telling final line:

  44. Dal, I really wish we had the ability to edit our posts because the fact that I forget a capital letter or punctuation here and there is enough to drive me bananas and bring on a low grade panic attack:)

  45. Forrest, you said, “ The girls (you can call a female a girl until she 16 and after she’s 70, but not in-between”

    I’ve been in Texas 25 years now, originally from Montana… I’ve had southern Texas gentleman whom I was barely acquainted with call me “little darling” or “baby girl.” It always brings a smile to my face. Something about charming Texas manners that carries hospitality and warmth.

  46. What. A competition has developed. Better throw out my no’s. I don’t know about that.
    As a recent Scrap Book says other wise. But boy could I be wrong.
    Lets see how do I figure this out. What has some sayings meant.
    Bring a sandwich because your drink is already there. Where the lines cross but cross
    where. You won’t stumble on it because you will just walk over it while it listens to you
    walk over. Probably not. Lets see. Looking at my still photo and stare at the woods.
    I know he was just avoiding Donnie I guess but in the wood sounds correct.
    Just placed. How many fallen logs and things to avoid there.
    Well I may have lost. Should I be bummed. No because I would just get a lot of how
    wrong I am comments. And they are probably right. I do wonder if there are two who
    have a correct solve. IMO it will be summer before they can try it. And if they can find
    it they deserve it. Snow is setting in and runoff will come all reasons to end a search season.
    It will be there when you get there on you well planned trip.
    I guess I will spend my winter trying to figure out where the blank it is at.
    I really enjoy the Scrap Books. I wonder what things of Forrest are in Texas and elsewhere.
    No hints I mean just very interesting things.
    Stay Safe searchers.

  47. I see 4 people in from the cold and socializing in the warmth and light after they’ve stepped through the portal. If the artist would just fold his easel, he could join them. He will do so soon, but he’s compelled to finish his work in the cold, first.

  48. Has Forrest ever mentioned the untitled “Forgotten” painting before? In another SB maybe? If he has, I’m sure I’ve forgotten it by now. LOL.

    That name just sounds familiar to me.


    • Feb 8, 2017
      Q- Did you name the poem The Thrill of the Chase?
      FF-No. I forgot to name it.

      That part made me think of this Q&A .

      • Yea. That’s a good Q&A to bring up. Kind of a similar scenario. Just seems like maybe it’s been mentioned somewhere before.

        I’ll keep looking.

        • There’s a lot in these SB’s . There’s a lot of hooks and lines looping about. He’s even mentioning, within these, some poster decode comments , I notice. Lol IMO .

          “I’m guessing about this next part but I think it’s a pretty good guess.” SB220.

          I dunno, interesting to guess anyways.

          IMO .

      • Dang Alsetenash,

        Your memory is something to be reckoned with. All I can say in that regard is this, which I have convinced myself is original but who knows:

        ‘My memory is like a trap door, the problem is that the spring is broken and it won’t stay closed.’

        Also, kudos to you for your spot on analysis of these SB’s. Regarding your traffic light theory, sounds like 3 of a kind to me. Poker anyone? Not me. Dad played cards, not me.


        • Pinatubocharlie. Thanks for the nod. I look at all of this SB stuff as him providing a curriculum of Fenn speak and riddles. Lol. All prequels, which in essence they are, to the grande finale- The Poem. Every word in these stories are purposeful. He’s even weaving words and ideas from the comments in this blog. IMO .

          Brought to use live in front of a studious audience. Lol .

          Lordie lordie.

          IMO .

          • Alsetenash,

            In my most humble opinion, Christmas this year could be very special to whoever the ‘lead searcher’ is in the mind of Forrest.

            He is the key master and sees everything that people chose to share with him.


          • Pinatubocharlie.

            This Lead Sesrcher stuff. I find it interesting that in these SB’s the business forte of benevolence also has another name. It is called a ‘loss-leader’, as a marketing technique.

            Lead searcher- Loss leader?

            Interesting anyways.

            IMO .

    • Someone mentioned here that this painting is named ‘Winter Evening’ but in another site the name is ‘Moonlight Taos’. Why he says ‘untitled’?

      • Oz-
        I selected the Berninghaus painting used in the post…not Forrest. I don’t call it “untitled” I didn’t call it anything because the site where it came from did not give it a title. It is placed in the story to provide readers with an idea of what the “Forgotten” painting looked like. It is similar in style, light, color and theme to the “Forgotten” painting but it is not the same. Many similar Berninghaus canvases exist…none are the same but they share the ponies out in the cold while their riders are inside the warm cantina…Few, if any were given a title by Berninghaus.
        Folks looking for clues in that painting are chasing thin air…

        • Dal,

          If I may please make a suggestion. It would greatly help the community at large if you could please annotate items within the SB’s where your hand touched.

          Without that information we are kind of forced to assume everything came from Forrest.



        • Dal, I didn’t know you picked the painting. I understand now what you did but is not about looking for hints in the pictures, I never have, but in the words he uses and the many many times he has changed the names of other paintings and persons in the stories. I agree with Pinatubo, you can add to the caption ‘photo not provided by Forrest’ or something similar. No big deal.

  49. Also another variation on “me in the middle” in this scrapbook. In TTOTC, Forrest describes himself as in the middle in terms of age with respect to Skippy and June. Here, he is physically in the middle between Joe and Dean.

    I suppose that this could relate to geography somehow, but EVERY location is in the middle between any two other geographic features. Identifying the two features that the spot is between seems pretty important. Is there any way to narrow down a geographic feature that Skippy & June or Joe & Dean represent? There’s a canyon and a creek in the poem, and both of those features are at least consistently located in the middle of two higher elevations on either side.

    Now I’m feel like I’m going in circles on the way to nowhere in particular, which is not good when trying to get somewhere particular.

    • Blex, here’s a few suggestions to chew on while you ponder. “Me in the Middle” could refer to:
      – the letters, M and E are “out on the edges”
      – there are geographic feature names with the word Middle or a matching synonym in them.
      – the middle is probably where we will find the chest once we solve the clues, like the middle of an asterisk, a Symbol of Chaos, etc., assuming we can put an X on a map, and the “clou” points of interest somehow encircle it.

      To narrow it down, I’m afraid we have to study his words and match them to locations.

      • I like the last dash comment. I also think the chapter narrows the northern boundary of the search (almost all of Montana is out of bounds).

        This sb…wow, just wow, well wow and one oh no.

      • Oops. Let’s not forget the word “found” with a “hammer”.

        There is a Finnish (“to cease”) epic regarding a “sampo” forged by a hammer that some might find interesting. Since he’s never mentioned “kale”, I guess my guess is wrong.

  50. According to the obituaries of Ann and Joe Singer they bred and raised thoroughbred horses. Perhaps the single horse in the painting Forrest chose for the Singer’s was meant to represent their son Dr. Norman Paul Singer.

  51. The Benevolent minded can see clearly. Almost uncanny, how one can time time travel in their mind:

    “Then, in the wee morning hours it came to me. I predicted nearly every word that would be said. I had to bait Dean one time then close the deal if I could. I needed some luck.”

    Nicely done.

    IMO .

  52. It’s funny how you are giving us ben/biz secrets that eventually leads to one of the reasons why and how you were able to compile and hide the chest. A lot of things had to go right and they did. I wish you would share more of your rules. Thanks 😉

  53. Another great place in the OKC metro with great art is Remington Park. Over the years I’ve been to both places numerous times. Reminds me also of going to the Omniplex as a kid.

    Curiosity is an awesome thing regardless of how far one falls into a rabbit hole,
    the knowledge you escape with is priceless.

  54. Is it my understanding that Joe ended up buying all 3 paintings in the end. Were the original paintings, the two 40×50 sold at a cost of $17.00 a square inch? I’m a bit Lost on who bought what? Did Frankie and Johnny show up at the end and rob the joint?

  55. Just an interesting fact I learned today from This Day in History, December 12, that it was on this date in 1980 that Armand Hammer purchased one of Leonardo da Vinci’s original notebooks at the Christie’s auction in London.

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