Scrapbook Two Hundred Thirty Seven…

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November, 2019

 

Earthenware Bowl

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This 18” earthenware bowl has been a prize in our collection for more than 40 years. It was made in Granada, Spain about 1850. The galena (lead ore) blue and green glaze decorations were applied over a milk-white slip. A snarling animal is the featured figure. 

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At one time the vessel was broken into 5 distinct pieces with 2 large cracks that didn’t actually break apart. The bowl was so coveted that 26 iron “pins,” were used, in semi-ancient times, to put it back together and secure the pieces in place. To affect that end, 52 holes were drilled into, (but not through) the ½” thick sides and bottom.

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Evidently the bowl continued to be useful for many years after it was repaired because all of the iron pins are heavily rusted, ostensibly from being in water. 

When the bowl’s life as a utilitarian object was discontinued, maybe 100 years ago, it was worth almost nothing. Many years later I gave $725 for it, but if it were not for the 26 repairs, I wouldn’t have wanted it. The older it gets, the more valuable it becomes. 

Well, I’m about half that beautiful thing’s age. I’ve suffered a few breaks, and had some repairs here and there. Although my rust is not showing, it’s there nonetheless. Nobody has ever said I’m getting more valuable as I move farther into oldenhood, but I’m still listening. f

 

 

 

276 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Thirty Seven…

  1. The bowl is amazing. I had no idea pins could be used to save it. Looks like a dragon in the center. As for no one telling you you get more valuable as you age, I think it’s said in different ways.

  2. Maybe you should take it to the Antiques Road Show when they come back to Albuquerque. I would be curious to hear what they place its value at.
    As for the damage, repairs, and age of the rest of us: I doubt that I would pass the scrutiny of Chumley on Pawn Stars. Utility or not.

  3. Sounds like repairing the bowl would be harder to do than making a new bowl.

    It was something seemingly special to someone.

    I wonder if it’s an ancient Halloween candy bowl..

  4. The interior image is really something to behold. Captivating, and I love the colors. Also, something about the contrast between the inner and outer brings out the beauty of both. Pinning a bowl is something i hadnt seen before. *oldenhood*…fantastic

  5. Not sure this doggie would win the cutest pet in the universe contest, but it looks like doggies/ dishes is starting to be a recurring theme. Thanks Forrest and Dal!

  6. Oldenhood…nice!!
    My problem with the bowl is that I wouldn’t have had the imagination to ask $725 for it in the first place. But that was before your toothbrush holder went for over $5K……About time to put a few check the inventory and put a few more things on Ebay, isnt it?

  7. Immense value is always in the eye of the owner. Again, I say, “What’s one man’s trash is another man’s treasure,”
    You’ve changed my life, and the life of thousands who inturn believe in themselves, again.
    What kind of price can be placed on your head? I’d have to say… PRICELESS!
    ¥Peace¥

  8. Omg, its gorgeous! If its earthenware, why did they need to repair it as such? Almost like staples. Maybe I’m wrong and prolly going to Google next, but isnt earthenware, pottery?

    And Forrest, hear me all and listen good,
    You mean the world to me! You are a hero in my eyes as well as countless others! and that will never change, only increase in value. 😉

  9. Eventually we come to an age of considerations. Listening to these stories now will help in appreciating what I wish I did and knew then ,like in your future-now.

    Much appreciate your stories.

  10. Neat. I have a plate from my great-grandmother that has 12 of those same pins because it had once broken into seven pieces. The repairman put some glazing over the pins to keep them from rusting but there is some rust in there.

    The plate is all bone china made in Dresden with hand-painted flowers, gold paint highlights and a lace rim. I keep it above my kitchen cupboards among other flowery old pottery (some other repairs among them) from the same g-grandparents. I’m pretty sure it isn’t worth anything at all but I like it and keep it because of the pins.

  11. What I Like about the Bowl are the blue-green colors… All colors are derived originally from what nature has provided and that’s why the Home of Brown (IMO) is (Geo) Earth. Most searchers seem to skip this option. I imagine the detail was painted on first and as it was used perhaps some of the colors bled from it’s contents, almost like a Tattoo, but I’m just guessing. I like the scars, because like that vessel I have been broken & mended in many ways… Thank You Forrest and Dal for Posting my comment.

    • D.B. Cooper – So, if ‘Earth’ = ‘home of Brown’, and a SuperVolcano made the ‘Earth’,…then, would the edge of the Yellowstone Caldera be a good place to ‘put in below the home of Brown’? In Montana, below a Big Brown trout in the landscape, on my topo map? Across from the historic Barns Holes? And best viewed from the vantage point of Forrest’s Piper Malibu or Rockwell Commander plane, landing or taking off at WYS airport?

      Hmmmm….

  12. The fact that there’s no decoration on the outside at all (except traces on the upper rim) makes me feel like the maker was stingy with their paints and glazes. And if that’s the case, then I don’t feel like they would go through the trouble to decorate the inside at all if it wasn’t meant to typically hold clear water. Maybe it was made to be recessed down into a tabletop-like surface? I would guess this to be some sort of wash basin?

    As for the animal, I’m going to say that it’s a laughing hyena being attacked by a hovering green blob-monster from another dimension. All in all, I like it!

  13. Forrest – I had a shattered ankle put back together very similarly. And, I got a matching plate to boot! Very fashionable if you are an orthopedic surgeon. Despite the odds and predictions, it’s a very functional ankle! Thanks for once again reminding us that what is broken or imperfect or aged can be beautiful.

  14. What a beautiful artifact. I love the way the crack and then the stitches formed arrowlike feature. Thank you for posting Mr. Fenn.

  15. Intriguing piece. Amazing how beautiful this ” utilitarian” bowel is. And the effort it took to save it speaks volumes. It is something we have lost in modern times. Most things are cookie cutter, machine made objects with no heart or soul passed on from its creator.

    And I love your last statement Forrest. I think many have let you know how “valuable” you are to all of us. ❤️

  16. Like you, that someone before you really loved that bowl. If it were not for you, the bowl would still be on a shelf gathering dust and we would not know what we now know. Thanks for sharing your magnificent bowl with us.

  17. As my old man, rest his soul, would have said—“Somebodies ass will smell the patchin’”—which meant in one sense, no matter how good a repair, somebody will sniff it out. It also meant that somebody was gonna feel the heat and get their hiney paddled for trying to cover up with a lie or fib (this had an etymological origin from times when patching was used with black powder and lead ball to charge the muzzle of a rifle and when shot had a distinctive odor at close range). I wonder if some poor, resourceful kid broke his Momma’s bowl some long ago and tried to cover up his crime? We’re all cracked and crazed in our own special ways, Forrest. It’s a wonder how we hold together sometimes.

    • The thought that ran through my mind was a semi-ancient husband wanted to sleep in the bed and not the couch on the day him and his friends had a few too many ice cold coca colas and accidentally knocked his wife’s prized chip bowl off the counter while playing canasta.

    • Ronald, you have an attitude!
      I don’t think kids got there Hineys paddle today! Kids have choices….I’ve never heard choices used so much in all my life like today! I don’t like that word, how about decisions, I decided! Just another blow to language! Sorry got off track!
      The bowl is beautifully painted and old, wonder what tribe that originated from. Talk about a steady hand!
      Yup, by the time you through life 50 yeas the scars, replaced parts in the body are amazing! The science of today!
      Mr. Fenn that’s a exotic bowl don’t drop it again, tell everyone Willie did it! Love the art, quality is priceless like you sir.
      Thank you for posting another SB!
      Thank you Dal.

      • Yes, Ma’am. I certainly do. Thank goodness they weren’t dispensing mood drugs and Ritalin to the kids who showed a little gumption back in the day, or Forrest would most certainly been forced onto the dope. Same with me.

    • Maybe they seal the surface somehow, but the Galena might affect the iron pins. Pg.11 g file:///C:/Users/gregw/Downloads/cdc_10432_DS1.pdf

      • Not sure if this thought holds water. Cant read the darn pdf file. Its a strainer. Any smart folks out there care to translate for me. Does galena degrade iron? Not sure it matters, but its a tangent I got on and I’m just not sure of the answer. I think its yes.? g

    • Hmm. This scrapbook… I am beginning to wonder if “galena” means 12, because “gallina” means “hen”. Some work to do now.

  18. Forrest,
    With all these scrapbooks you could have made another book!
    FYI, your value is definitely increasing with age. Just imagine how valuable you’ll be at 105!

  19. Cracks held together with iron pins….I’m in awe of this metaphor. Nobody is perfect, and we all get bruised or broken at times. Forrest you are a priceless treasure. Take care of yourself and have a good night.

    • Or…

      You can be held to together with a little help from your friends. Sometimes the VA is good for that…. or music. Continuous self-improvement might be the point.

  20. Go for broke? Risk it all? Pull out all the stops? Bet the farm? Go for it? … or a doggone crackpot? Yea I got nothin. And to make matters worse I’m gettin close to oldenhood myself. Super close.

    • Just think! There’s always that safety net that our fearless leaders talk about . You’ll get to be awarded to the state they’ll stick you in a F-uped little room someplace take all your scant income and dribble crumbs down to keep you alive and brainwash you into thinking you should be happy- and if your not the’ll medicate you till you are. Our olderhood needs a robinhood!

      • It surprises me that you say this. I’d like to learn more details regarding
        your proposed solution to this apparent problem. I hope that you haven’t turned into a socialist or communist.

  21. That bowl truly has self-encapsulated history. Who originally bought it? Who decided that it was worth fixing? Surely this bowl had sentimental value to someone that went to that effort. Imagine when it was first bought, and what it was used for through years! Great stuff Forrest.

  22. Forrest, you are a Rembrandt of words. A De Vinci of writing, and a Picasso of the stories of a human. As their works are valued, yours are loved. Priceless is an understatement, and they warm the “Cockles” of our hearts. How’s that for some olden hood.

  23. Pinning was a common practice in semi-ancient times. Things were not as disposable as they are these days. Just couldn’t run to Walmart and pick up another one. They did what they did to restore life to what might have been their only piece. These items were used – not gathering dust on a shelf, no such luxury back then.

    Amazing artwork. The coloring is fantastic, makes me think “But tarry scant with marvel glaze.”
    Broken or not, it tells a story – if we only could hear those whispers in the wind.

  24. Forrest;

    I for one, think that you are far more valuable today than you were – say forty years ago.
    If you have any “Rust spots” – They sure do not show. I hope that I look half as good as you, when I am 89. An admiring Friend and FENN-atic – JDA

    • He’s fishing for compliments JDA. Don’t take the hook, you’re too smart for that. I know how you search and this is most definitely a clue for a guy like you.

      • Fishing for compliments is a sign that someone is actually a human
        being, in my opinion. So I don’t begrudge anyone for that, in and of
        itself. But it, like many other things, can be overdone. A person who is very self-assured, with healthy self-esteem, doesn’t much need to “fish for
        compliments”. I am willing to compliment FF, but don’t want to do it in
        a gushing, unrealistically blissful manner. As always, IMO.

  25. It looks like the style of Deruta pottery, in a primitive way. In 2000 used to work for an interesting couple that sold the fine Mediterranean imports such as pottery, olive oils and spices. They let us cashiers drink while selling. I returned the key to the shop one night when I realized I’d never be able to count money out loud back to customers (while tipsy).

  26. you can’t put a price tag on what you have given other people…..only the personal knowledge that you hope it made a difference in their life…and in your case Forrest I know you don’t have anything to worry about in that respect

  27. This post reminds me of Kintsugi – the Japanese art of repairing cracks or breaks with gold and lacquer.
    I always liked the thought behind that . They celebrate the history of the item and the story becomes more valuable because of the broken parts. If only more people thought that way…

  28. Everyone giving u the big head saying your priceless so I’m gonna say your worth 2 wooden Nickels and maybe 5 good arrowheads .

      • Lol well someone has to be the mean one His head is gonna be so big after all these comments it ain’t gonna fit thru the bedroom door like the yarn lol

          • She respects her country, has worked hard for what she has, and she has earned the right to be a pain in F’s afterburner.

          • How many folks would have voluntarily enlisted in the
            military if there was no draft, no pay, and no valuable
            training (that could help one earn money later) for being in the military?

            Not everything is “black & white”, “cut & dry”, or simple. A good-living American, working and spending money, and promoting decent values, typically does a lot for his/her country, whether acknowledged or not by others.
            Not everyone needs to be a well-known “hero” to deserve respect and/or “honor” (whatever that means; I think it’s similar to “glory”).

        • I was thinking the same thing Gypsy, he gets lots of fawning over but he’s lookin to see who bites on the line. We have known him too long I think? LOL
          Everyone loves you Forrest, no question there.

  29. My father, who was an art student at RISD, called Risdy, the Rhode Island School of Design, was given an Etruscan vase and an Anasazi vase by a friend who was curator of the RISD Museum, which he had on easy display in the living room. Growing up, his four sons played with both vases. Eventually the Etruscan vase broke and repeatedly my father glued the pieces together till finally it broke into so many tiny pieces it was impossible to repair. The Anasazi vase got broken too, but not so badly. We still have it today. It’s interesting that though my father had great respect and regard for both ancient and modern art work artifacts, he never became so infatuated with them that he cared more for inanimate objects than the living, breathing critters who had the opportunity to make use of them.

  30. What a long, perilous journey that Andalusian pot has made…cargo loaded into the hull of a wooden vessel…sailing on high tide through the straights of Gibraltar across a rolling ocean…to a dangerous Frontierland…loaded onto a buckboard wagon to jostle over endless corded ruts…towards an uncertain destiny in New Spain territory.
    Someone Cherished it dearly to complete those repairs.

    It’s a good thing Gorilla Glue wasn’t available until much later or Forrest wouldn’t have become the bowl’s steward;-)

    ff – your journey is a bit like the bowl’s with a caring wife and family who nursed you through your cancer scars and who cherish you. You’re a very lucky man – not everyone has a terrific family.

  31. I value you Forrest. This chase is a true testament to what your legacy means now and into the future. Ever growing stronger day by day.

  32. Well done Forrest…you went fishing tonight, and you’ve proven to out fish even your dad. The female Brown fish are practically jumping into your boat. A few Rainbows circled your lure and didn’t bite, but Diggin Gipsy – the Cutthroat- actually put up a fight.
    LOL just havin a bit of fun Forrest & ya’ll.

  33. Forrest! You are so valuable, that someone, somewhere, someday is going to genetically recreate you from those 2 hairs in that jar just to listen to all your wisdom again.

    • Mr. Fenn, beautiful bowl, it a steady hand to paint those creatures and the color…wow!
      It’s so amazing science today can put you back together after being broken!
      I didn’t know Mr. Fenn put 2 pieces of hair in the chest, I didn’t know the exact number…seems like he could have just pulled a bunch out and that would be that! That sounds painful, sorry Mr. Fenn. In today’s technology it would have only taken one piece of hair to dna ya!
      Willie must have broke the bowl, hope Mr. Fenn didn’t yell at him.
      Yep, lovely bowl experience! That’s got to be old, wish I knew the date!
      Thank you Mr. Fenn and Dal.♥️

  34. Life was pretty dull for me before I discovered this hunt. An adventure is what I needed, and that is exactly what I found. I’d say Forrest stock prices are sky high in my book. I hope someone sees what I’ve missed. That basin would be dull without the story imo. Anyone know what kind of animal that is? Does it have a name?

  35. Mr. Fenn Sir- No one has ever said you are getting more valuable with age? Does the expression ” That Goes Without Saying” hold any merit..Some things just don’t need to be said..

  36. It is hard to qualify value on something for it being whole until it has first been broken. Also hard to appreciate something broken until it has been made whole. A restored bowl next to a pristine bowl, which one tells a greater story? Thank you for the stories!

    There are pivot moments in life and life before you and the chase and life after is one of those moments, not just for me, but so many more unlettered hearts! You have brought tremendous joy, entertainment, sparked interests, passions and learning! And passed on some great business sense! You have increased the enjoyment of many, in sparking the thrill of the chase.

    Be content in seeing how far and wide you cast your net in passing on the positive things/places you experienced in life with others! There should probably be a Forrest Fenn museum someday! If I found the chest, I’d make sure it got there.

    And there is always Grace for those other days. Those days we all feel a little broken. Just take a breath.

    Thank you! Thank you for everything broken you have made whole again, for untold stories brought to life and for people whose contribution to life we may not have learned about otherwise and for sharing it with others. I just love this scrapbook.

    • Virginia,

      Your words ring loud and clear, from sea to shining sea …with wisdom and truth! I sure hope he realizes just how much he means to each and every one of us.

      ByGeorge

  37. Dear Forrest:

    One of the things I have learned from the Chase is that art and beauty surrounds us, if we spare a moment to stop and listen to each item, place, or scene. I thought about your earthenware bowl and remembered a story I heard. It goes like this.

    If you love a thing, you have to tell it you do first so it can become truly yours. First, on a day when the sun is shining you have to gather that thing up and put your ear close and listen to the secret story it tells. Sometimes you have to be patient and still. Then, you have whisper back and promise, pinkie swear, scouts honor, to take care of the thing forever and tell its story again and again. If you do all of those things and the weather is just right, I’ve heard it makes the balderdash mix together and it forms a special kind of magic. I heard it’s such a powerful spell that it can do anything we attribute it to. It can turn frogs into princes, yarn into spun gold, and it’ll even help you see the past, or tell the future.

    But if you do all that on a special day, like the Eyes of March, Halloween, or the 4th of July, by a full moon, it does its best magic. That’s when it turns treasure into treasures.

    Anyone can own a treasure. But treasures belong to us, and us to them, and the only thing that can hold them safe is the heart that made them.

    To the music maker- your stories will live forever, and so then, will you. That’s a whisper promise.

    Take care,

  38. I love your earthenware bowl. The painting and colors are gorgeous, but I couldn’t help but wonder what story it was telling. Somehow it reminded me of the old Aesop’s fable, The Fox and the Crow. Then I did some research and found out that “there was a revival in interest in fables among the Spanish elite of the 1850s” (Painting and the Return to Cultural Modernity in Spain, p. 300).

    At that time Aesop had became the subject of paintings and popular literature of the time, which was even used to discuss the politics of the time. I would hazard a guess, that your bowl illustrates the the fable of The Fox and the Crow, which warns us not to believe everything we hear and not to be swayed by flattery.

    In that vein, I will not try to impress you with outlandish flattery, but I do think your words of wisdom grow more valuable every day. You may be the modern Aesop that this world needs, and this scrapbook reminds us to respect the value of our elders and old artifacts, which we often tell us stories we need to hear.

  39. A life well lived that enriched those with whom you have encountered throughout your journeys can be your measure of worth. Someone once said “Aren’t we here for the pleasure of others to make their day a little more brighter and show we care”. I don’t member the words exactly but you get the idea.

  40. Forrest, your collection online at SplendidHeritage.com
    is such an enjoyable place to spend an hour.

    I would absolutely love for you to write a scrapbook about one item… the Apache deck of 24 playing cards. I hope you’ll consider it. Thanks.

  41. That truly is a remarkable bowl. Someone clearly cared about it dearly to put in that level of effort to hold it together.

    The size of that bowl appears to be just about the right size to fit a 10x10x5 chest too. That might make it extra special. Did that bowl come as part of a set?

    Now that would be something to dream about. Can you imagine finding a bowl like that, hidden below the surface, and covered with some flagstone? Forrest, I almost feel you are teasing us all out here is Chase Land with this latest SB. I do love it though. You never fail to capture our attention.

  42. Dear Mr. FF: You are probably one of the best and most valuable persons that has come along and entered many lives in several generations. Bringing fortitude and purpose with lessons both hidden and to be uncovered for all who seek them.
    The chase itself is bigger than life. It is bringing the life core values back to people as they hunt.
    Each person here has learned many valuable lessons from the chase. Each one of us takes away lessons that are treasures. Those are lifetime treasures and are Priceless.
    I thank you for my own personal ones.

  43. Green/Blue Bronze patina…

    Galena. Lead Ore. I’m hearing it.

    There’s a lot of info in this Forrest. Thank you for posting these.

    What is the animal on the inside of the bowl? A dog? Fox? I kind of see two animals.

    Either way. Thank U. Hope you’re doing well.

    Hope you’ll keep indulging us.

    Cheers my friend.

    Rick

  44. Forrest,

    You tickle me. You make me laugh out loud and weep in silence. Everything about this Chase has enriched me beyond words. Your humor, man…I’ve been blessed. What a crazy universe to say the least.

    I haven’t read the SB yet but will soon. What a beautiful bowl. To me, those staples are a reminder…I NEED OFFICE SUPPLIES!!!

    Gotta go do some reading now. I got nothin…

  45. Years ago, more then twenty now, I inherited a few items from a passed relative. Among them was a rather old looking fountain pen, that I would find out later was a celluloid Waterman with filigree silver inlay. Though it was a pretty object, I had no real use for it; so, I decided I would sell it.

    I determined at that time to use a new popular online platform to place the pen up for sale. In those days, online auctions were newly established avenues of commerce, that were just starting to grow in popularity. I had hoped to receive at least a $100 from the sale, not knowing anything about it; other then I was certain the silver was real, and that surely someone else might want it.

    Very quickly after establishing the auction, I started to receive an influx of questions; enquirers requesting information on markings within, and photos of the pen disassembled.

    The auction surpassed the $100 mark very quickly, then moved onto the $1000 mark. As the pen surpassed the $2000 mark, I began to gain more appreciation for this item. Though it wasn’t much of an astringent value to myself, I recognized the great value it had unto others. Eventually the pen went for over $3500, and made its way onto a happy buyer, who was grateful of receiving it for such a great deal.

    You see, I had always appreciated collectibles, and antiques; but, up until that point, I hadn’t really appreciated the investment they could mean to others. We can keep money in markets or bonds, but, can we enjoy such investments in a tangible way?

    From that day on, when I spent money on those things I enjoyed, I tried to make sure they were items I could return my monies on. I could enjoy my investments in a daily manner, without the need to surround myself with disposable accoutrements.

    While a work of art to me is an enjoyment of history, story and value, I still never lose sight of what it might mean to others. To some these may engross great respect, to others they are all meaningless substitutes for cash.

    What can we do, but to laugh at ourselves, for taking our own views, so seriously…

    • Beautiful post.

      Do you know there used to be a Waterman-celluloid Owner Club (WOC)? It was brought to my attention back when I purchased my pen. The membership was free so I figured what the heck, I’ll check it out.

      I didn’t expect much because, well, how much can one say about a pen? But I’m a curious bloke and soon discovered a lot more than I ever expected about the entire evolution of the Waterman-celluloid — from the early hard rubber model to the Blue and Green Streak models that came later. I even learned about it’s main factory and was fascinated by the craftsmanship and attention to detail the company put into its bespoke product.

      I enjoyed that club. The only criteria for joining was submitting to a Myers-Briggs test. The dang thing identified me as their “Advocate” personality —how dare they suggest I need to take care of myself! I’m an avid outdoorsman and in fine shape! (Okay, my wife says I could stand to lose 10-pounds, but my “one shirt size bigger” trick covers that until I come back from my next backpacking excursion).

      Well, I don’t care what that stupid test says, helping people is NOT my purpose in life. But, admittedly, I do like helping people a little bit. But that’s not the same thing as a purpose in life, is it?!

      Funny thing about us Advocates, at least according to those two Myers-Briggs fellas, personal gain is rarely our bag. Instead they say morality is our cup of black, red, or green tea. That’s a jar I can live in.

  46. P.S. I shared this scrapbook with a friend, and they suggested they might see grape vines surrounding the fox, so possibly this is more representative of the fable, the Fox and the Grapes, who moral is: You often hate what you can’t have.

  47. However, given the fox’s proximity to the grapes, I would say he might reach out and have one “soon.” As Einstein pointed out, “The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.” The fox might be biding its time to partake of the grapes when the time is right.

  48. The iron pins remind me of abandoned train tracks. I have a bowl with one of these pins and always thought it was a modern bad restoration job but I loved it so I bought it. Thank you for the stories.

  49. Forrest I am pretty darn sure you are valuable to all of us. The thing in the treasure chest I am most interested in, is your memoirs. IJS

  50. There are most definitely clues to be had in this scrapbook. I’m thinking maybe no one wants to talk about them for fear their ideas be stolen by pirates, or, I’ve somehow wandered into the Truman show and been elected mayor without my consent.

    • AkB Treasure Hunter – I can at least agree that there is one very important hint nestled within this scrapbook that no one has mentioned yet. I woke up this morning with a hunch, and after a bit of digging around online found something VERY interesting that is setting my confirmation bias a-tingling (then again, maybe I just drank too much coffee)!

      • Well Blex I see several clues but maybe I’m missing the point.

        First thing I did when I saw that bowl was reach out and touch it. That blue paint came right off on my hand.

        And if you don’t believe it look at the next one. You can see my fingerprints on the outside rim.

        • AkB – Wow! It seems like you can do more and more things on the internet every day! 😉

          Truth be told, I feel like Forrest is dropping breadcrumbs all over the place like he has holes in his pockets. I consider myself lucky if I gather enough up to make a crouton!

          • I think you are right… I think I may have caught a breadcrumb in my mouth by mistake when I was being a smart alek and I think maybe I can guess the day it stops.

            And what if that was true and what if that was a dare? If I think about it that way too long then I start to salivate like Marty McFly because Nobody, Calls, Me, Chicken!

  51. Thank you for explaining the source of the blue and green glazes. I was wondering about that striking yellow pigment. Could it be ocher? I find the use of ocher fascinating, as it is one of the oldest natural pigments and dates back to prehistoric times.

  52. This scrapbook proves beyond a shadow of doubt,
    that wax fruit has been around at least 170 years.
    And is that Eric Sloan’s thumb in the last picture?

  53. A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

    For a full two years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in her master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

    After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you”. The bearer asked, “Why? What are you ashamed of?” The Pot replied, “For these past two years I am able to deliver only half of my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you don’t get full value for your efforts”.

    The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion, she said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” As they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

    The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, we would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

    Forrest you know each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. In this world, nothing goes to waste. You may think like the cracked pot that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.”

    … For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
    All lies and jests
    Still a man hears what he wants to hear
    And disregards the rest…

    You will never be in “oldenhood” Forrest Fenn, because like this old WASH BASIN, Where Warm Waters halt each morning you are refreshed and new, like a 14 year old kid…

    TT

    • When I look at this Wash Basin and the repairs in it I am reminded of the story ff told of the way you can tell if a horse shoe that you found was on the horse when it died….if the iron hails are still in the horse shoe and are bent over, then it was from the hoof of the animal that wore it when that creature died, notice I said animal not horse, many animals were shoed, donkeys, mules but when we see this basin and it has a rim like the photos we know a Smitthy afixed it long ago.

      Did I just mumble something that migh be important? Thank You Simon and Garfunkle for everlasting words that describe how we feel when read a Forrest Fenn Scrapbook

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LFML_pxlY

      TT

      • Oops wrong “Reply” button. With this gaffe I may have just expended any cred I might have with Dal for a simple “Like” button. This was intended TT for your previous post (just above this one).

        • Like! Buck, thanks for the kind words and comments too…But where is Focused when you and me need a Rhyme, seems he and we are latent Philosophers SO…. (1) How many philosophers does it take to change a light-bulb?

          Three; one to change the light-bulb and two to debate whether they ought to, and if so, whether it follows that they can.

          (2) How many ancient philosophers does it take to change a light-bulb?

          Four; one to change the light-bulb and three to say “Yes, Socrates,” “Well done, Socrates,” “Good job, Socrates.”

          (3) How many medieval philosophers does it take to change a light-bulb?

          Two; one to change the light-bulb and one to check what Aristotle said about changing light-bulbs.

          Now how many Psychologist does it take to fix a bulb? Only one, but that bulb has to want to change, or they could just read a few GOOD Scrapbooks and it happens automatically.

          TT

          • Hi TT. Thanks for your reply, and thanks for the kind words.

            While the two of you debated, I would be the genius on the ladder sticking my finger in the socket to see if the circuit was on.

            I have been enjoying your posts TT and glad to connect here with you.

            Now only if Dal would add that “Like” button…

          • Hi Tom (and AkB). Feeling the need to double-back on this. I enjoy riddles and appreciated this one very much. While I believe I understood it immediately (in fact I can only see there being one possible interpretation), there is still something that’s been nagging at me and causing me some uncertainty — how did the Psychologist realize that specific bulb was about to burn out in the first place? Only the custodian could have predicted that.

            But I think I have figured out how the psychologist knew.

            From your riddle I’m gathering that you, like me, are an aficionado of classic American literature, and aware of Mark Twain’s little-known, unfinished sequel to “Huckleberry Finn”. He only worked on it for a very brief time, the storyline was centered around a bear tracking him for about 7 days (Huck had a sidekick who was a psychologist and they were always arguing over protons and electrons).

            Philologists say Twain was inspired to begin this “Huck” sequel by a fable he had read many years before about a mighty warrior and a wild boar. In that short-story the warrior had come upon the beast stuck in the mud and seriously injured. He had to use great dexterity to reach down and touch the wild and frightened animal in order to carry it out. A funny donkey sidekick was there to let the Warrior know with a gesture when he reached safe ground. The story closed with an unusual final chapter about how the warrior became severely despondent and went to stay in a dark cave. Experts said it was that closing chapter that fascinated and distracted Twain into pausing the novel he had been working on and instead pursue the “Huck” sequel.

            But Twain soon found himself uninspired and no longer thought he was writing a beauty of a novel. So he tossed that work into the trash basket under his desk and returned to finishing “A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court”.

            He wrote that novel in the casita-like study that Susan Crane built for him at her farm in Elmira, NY. It was designed for Twain and featured 14 windows for a seamless transition with the outdoors.

            He once said how amazing it was that it was sunny skies every single day he sat in that study and finished the novel.

          • Buckskin – enjoyed your post. Made me wonder tho – what if Twain had not chosen to go to Elmira to finish his novel. What if he had another place, somewhere else of his own choosing – would the ending have been different?

            I believe somethings, like the planets, have to be lined up just right for things to happen and then they happen the way Fate will have it. You think we can influence Fate?

          • Bart , WWWA and all who posted this day, the 24, I wish to inform you all the the reports of my untimely demise are exaggerated, After my post on SC Book 240 l may be required to by Dal to commit Hari Kkari or face the Guillotine.

            TT

          • Ha! Hang in there, Tom. But if you do end up getting summoned to Dal’s place to get guillotined, do me a favor and keep your eyes opened as your head rolls past his computer. You never know what might be on there … then again, you’re not going to have any hands for typing out a message to me. Never mind.

          • WWWA, my apologies. I went chasing after something shiny and forgot to reply to you.

            Your question is one for the ages — is there such a thing as fate? And can it be tempted?

            Some people in quantum physics believe there are multiple dimensions and that each of them can possibly impact our lives. I can’t talk quantum as it’s too wonky for my comprehension. But I’ll share that I do believe in fate, and that we can tempt it.

          • BuckskinBart, wasn’t the donkey in Huckleberry Finn’s sequel sleeping most of the time? Don’t mean to argue the point, but how could he alert the warrior while he was asleep? What’s your point of view in this? Your not tipping the bottle upwards, are you?

          • Mickey — nope, wrong. The funny donkey wasn’t sleeping all the time, nor did I ever say he alerted the Warrior. So I ask –who’s tipping the bottle?

            What I said was the funny donkey only gestured to the Warrior after he plunged through the mud and over the line to safe ground. Hope this added explanation clears the cobwebs.

          • Mickey, another helpful hint just for you — consider that the Warrior and funny donkey were a long ago “short-story”.

          • BuckskinBart, I must have gotten things mixed up… maybe I was thinking of a story that had a sleeping horse, rather than a donkey. Kind of makes a “you know what” of me.

            If I’m not mistaken, the story I’m thinking of had a horse that constantly slept and wore a nightcap. Does that ring a bell? And no, it wasn’t Mr. Ed.

            Anyone?

          • Ha! Love it when strangers walk up to someone they never “met” before and saying something obnoxious. Then can’t take it if the person returns the poke. Sleep tight slugger.

      • Tom, so much to take in with what you say.

        I know you seem to have some insight, but as FF has relayed so many stories about buffalos, birds, dogs, foxes, indians, numbers, colors, repeating words, etc., how can a person focus on a specific target when that target is extremely large and vague? Needless to say, Forrest doesn’t stay on any topic long enough to get any solid idea in order to determine a precise town, river, or location. Especially when there are so many to choose from.

        Additionally, I am greatly intrigued by your stories and your mention concerning the rim of a bowl, not mention your ideas concerning horse shoes. But honestly, how can you, me, or anyone else determine a smoking gun when the eye of the target seems so congested? In your opinion, do we investigate them all, go for the obvious, or simply look for certain geographical colors?

        Mickey

        P.S. Your stories, song lyrics, and special words bend my ear toward your heart. I’ll bet your eyes are blue.

        • I’ll field this one for ya Tom, and answer a question with a questions.

          What makes you think you’re looking for a smoking gun? And if said gun was fired at such a large target, then how could you ever miss?

          If you work hard on gaining a steady sight picture, then the target will always be blurry, but that’s no kind of problem.

        • Mickey, like that name, reminds me of mine…Mr Tom Terrific, at your service. Well good try, my eyes are green/hazel, most of siblings were blue, mom had the bluest and blond hair, she married and Indian with strikingly brown eyes.

          What I say is of little real import, so don’t get confused but where I think this is going is very very important. I hope you say what I said in SC Books 238 and 240, cause this is heading for a train wreck…soon

          TT

          • Thanks Tom, a lot to take in once again.

            I’ll have to say, though, it appears your heart is much bigger than your horns! You won’t break mine again, will you?

    • Wowza’s. Maybe that’s the point I was missing. Maybe all these scrapbooks are an opportunity.

      Maybe, if you’ve walked the path and can see the whole, you can predict the future and plant some seeds.

      Boy do I feel stupid… Neither do I know if I can do it because I’m a go with the gut kinda guy rather than a thinking man. But I’m gonna find out.

      Thanks Tom. Always knew you were created by Marvel.

      • AkB tc, Thanks, me LIKES your post, but I was not actually “created”, on the contrary, I was drawn in a mind where stick figures are prominent and like Eric illustrates, important in society, sorta like the doodles that ff makes of his wife and some strangers.

        Imagine Mr Terrific as a kid, no as a fig, tree like created in ffs imagination, just think about the villain, Crabby Appleton who stole all the trees in the forest where I wear my helmet, the metal funnel on my little head and go out to play…suddenly NO TREES?, kinda like page 146 in the Thrill Book, in my case that someone’s name was “Crabby Appleton” see my cartoon for a quick message on the environment. I know forest could draw this from his imagination.

        The real marvel is the stick figures and in all these scrapbooks seem to find a reference to trees, plants and seeds for the future are everywhere..

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLMw_hoQoUw

        TT

        • That is an awesome display of imagination Tom. I went small with the obvious Bruce Banner or Peter Parker joke and I feel very outdone.

          It’s stuff like this that makes me love all this so much. That’s why I can never keep my mouth shut. I like to pretend The Chase is all mine but it’s obviously important to everyone here and I think that’s wonderful.

          What do you think about this? What if the scrapbook dump was a countdown to something and I thought I knew to when and maybe the to why, but I was too chicken to do anything about it?

  54. And people love animal figures. I once had an antique and consignment store, and an art gallery. All the antiques and figures with animals and people sold well.

  55. Maybe that creature painted on the bowl is a wolverine guarding the treasure. What would you do if you got to your blaze, suspecting others were close behind with a solve and a wolverine or a bear or a fox or a badger or a bobcat had made its home over the chest? What if there were a litter of suckling cubs, kits or whelps there too?
    Decisions…decisions…

  56. He said ( lead ore)…cant help but think lead searcher! I see so many hints and coincidences in all of his scrapbooks. I love dissecting them.

    • “At one time the vessel was broken into 5 distinct pieces with 2 large cracks that didn’t actually break apart.” f

      Hazel, have you actually counted the 5 distinct pieces? I see that he, ff was correct about the 2 cracks, but there may be as many as 9 in this antique basin, so if left up to a vote here would there be any argument about the original purpose of this wash basin, which of course I saw many time in cabins in the mountains of northern NM when I was young, they were mounted in wooden shelves with a mirror above them, sort remind me of the configuration of an old out house one seater…without the mirror of course.

      What could a basin have to do with an important clue, yes I do shave in one where warm waters halt, it has a drain and not a canyon down, so I carefully dip my razor in it and face the reality of age each morning, but I do so with a new outlook: See page 254 Ch. “Mirror Mirror on my wall”, in Too Far Book,

      “Then somewhere along the way I learned that no revenge is as rewarding as forgiveness which is a special kind of winning, if you can think like I do. f”

      Finally I am beginning to see Wisdom, albeit “Jungle Wisdom” see ch 22
      page 106 and the message is clear to me now about page 82. SC Book 217 about Verdun: Plato said, “Only the dead will know the end of wars.” When are we going to stop this madness? f

      Perhaps the next time we look in the basin and the mirror we should recited those immortal words, not carved in wood, but stone…Hazel would you agree?

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqwXdBJizgY

      Wise men know that revenge does not taste sweet…

      TT

  57. Forrest,

    Nice watering hole, for an old broken bowl…lol. Your writing has left me with my thoughts perked up and listening for the paths I should have already seen. That little doggy needs a biscuit bone and should be called spot, because he is spot on and stalking something in the distant heavens. The value of an old bowl is not always in how it looks to the eye or how it feels to the touch but often in what it holds inside. This old bowl and its inferred referenced owner has obviously been filled with a lot of love. While it may not be seen at first glance clearly the value possessed within is priceless. Hope you will continue to listen for a long while. IMO

  58. I Love It Chief, the Aunchient Pistoll. Before mixing irons and sixes and sevens there was 864, how could no one have known. I gotta hand it to ya, The Index of Spanish Folktales, classified according to Antti Aarne’s ‘Types of the Folktale’, translated and enlarged by Stith Thompson, in FF Communications no. 74 was the bomb but, like a buffalo, I had to follow it down.

  59. You’re new word, “olderhood” denotes; (that the Forrest); we saplings love, is wise beyond his years. As our spiritual souls are entrapped in their physical bodies; (they do not suffer from this world’s degradation), & can live on eternally. Like a priceless painting, or a creative statue, somethings get better with age. This alusive Dog; (a one of a kind breed), will roam on forever. I’m sure I’ve seen him; ” somewhere North of Santa Fe'”!

  60. Forrest,

    I am so pleased that you find beauty in the imperfections. A lot of folks would have thrown it out in the trash. I can’t help to wonder if those pins were put in while it was made, i.e., if it was cracked in the firing process, stapled and heat treated again somehow.

    You also had compassion for the kitty in the wood, which tells me that there are many good multifaceted sides to your persona..

    I think you and Peggy were meant for each other. I saw a picture of you, Skippy and June on your front porch and each of you had your significant others beside you. What a great picture. Skippy’s girl seemed real nice.

    I had a bunch of old clay pigeons that had cracks in them. I used them for target practice with my 22 because they wouldn’t fly anymore. I doubt they would be worth two cents if I saved them. That reminds me, I need to look for my duck decoys.

    s.

    • Ducks – ducks – ducks and more ducks.
      Those little critters just seem to be popping up everywhere.
      Hopefully they know how to dodge the lead when it starts flying.
      Glad I’m just a lil green frog.

  61. Aesop’s fable, the Fox and the grapes, seems to fit the best. The fox knew where the grapes were (solved the poem and BOG) but could not reach the treasure.
    This fits perfectly with Scrapbook 211 where the 2nd mirror outer case was cracked but the mirror (treasure) was left intact.
    It is anyone’s best guess how this Lead Searcher solved the poem, went to the location of the chest, disturbed the location (mirror casing) and still did not come back with the chest.

    • @Mike Gibby & Alsetenash,

      Here’s one scenario that I have not seen discussed recently…
      Searcher solved the complete poem to an exact location.
      Location was on private property in the Rocky Mountains at least 8.25 miles North of Santa Fe.
      Property owner is Fenn or family closely related.
      Searcher doesn’t want to trespass… Sends ff the completed solution with photos asking ff for permission to search & recover.
      ff doesn’t respond, by default denies legal permission. Catch 22.
      The fox outsmarts the hounds, but everyone gets off the couch and visits Yellowstone;-) it’s plausible.

      • @42. Other than your first two points, the following points based on the next line ,has been made clear by FF ,in my opinion, that; it’s not hidden on Private Property and less likely even, on any of his owned properties. IMO .

        In SB 211 , and relative to this one , could read as a description of post correct solve and location ,hypotheses . Meaning-someone could have had the right solve, right area , did BOTG , but didn’t find it. Therefore, they have communicated their mental cognitive dissonance to FF . Much like FF exemplified about in his self talk thinking about his mirror damage event in SB 211. Perhaps relating to a searcher(s), but of course not talking to a specific searcher. No different than in what he talks about the 500 footers and 200 footers.

        Sounds like a frustrated searcher. I’ve been there in that mental space after searching. So I can relate to the possibility. I prefer to call it temporary altitude sickness though. lol.

        IMO .

        • @alsetenash, actually not at all frustrated. I Haven’t searched in over a year.

          You are wrong about Fenn stating it is or is not on any type of property. In fact when asked, he stated he would not say what type of property “because it’s too big a clue.”

          Think for a few minutes about that statement. There are millions of acres is national Forests, state lands, national parks, reservation lands. So why would any of those types of properties be too big of a clue?

          I’m just saying it’s a plausible scenario. Five and six years ago people used to discuss these type of things to narrow the search areas. . Apparently no longer.

          • I not meant you as frustrated but the FF story could be insinuating a searcher(s) in general.

            I think you meant ” private property” than just “property ” ..right? I’ll speak to private property. I don’t think it’s on private property. Because that poses a risk to searchers in more ways than one, in my opinion.

            There’s probably other private property quotes, I’ll try and look.

            IMO .

        • What if the searcher was just a really cool cat and came up with an alternate ending to make Fenn smile. Then he or she made an extra fruitless trip just to be alone and think simply for the love of it all. That’s plausible too I’d say.

        • @Alsetenash and @42 it is easy for me to agree on the private property thing. It is dangerous to trespass where the owner could be armed. Who wants a cheek full of hot dollar injection bb’s (buckshot)? While aesop #15 and the grapes of wrath seem to pull on our morality in this SB, I would point out the hunger in the animals expression. It is a look of desire and not despair I see. The grapes look plump for the picking and there is nothing sour in site (sic). Either that or the bowl is empty and not cracked up to what we might think it to be. I prefer the former.

          • @Davidwes & Alsetenash

            I also agree that the chest is not likely on Private property, in the traditional sense. Could be in a private place though. Two different meanings I think. f did say the place was dear to him.

      • Wasn’t the actual distance given as 66,000 links?
        What a link is, hasn’t actually been determined,
        but only assumed to be a surveyors reference, at least
        as I recall. Someone (not me) once suggested
        an old RR method of connecting boxcars called
        link and pin, each boxcar then being a ‘link’ in
        the train. Boxcars of the day being 50-55 ft. long,
        well, you can do the math. This is just one reason
        I search in Montana. This bowl definitely has iron
        pins ‘linking’ it together, and someone mentioned
        earlier that they looked like? Oh yeah RR tracks.
        I know where I’ll be makin’ tracks this spring.

        • RFISH-
          Have you read the original article where that discussion takes place?
          The meaning of Forrest’s “link” is quite clear in the article and in Forrest’s comments on that article…
          Read the article and read the comments…you will learn exactly what Forrest was referencing and you will see the math that turned links to miles and in further interviews with Forrest he has often used the 8.25 miles….
          Don’t spread rumors on this blog…
          Read it here:
          https://mountainwalkdotorg.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/forrest-fenn-land-surveyor/

    • My guess is that if you are right, the person who got the closest is doing what Forrest predicted, “The blueprint is challenging so the treasure may be located by the one who can best adjust.” I think they are maybe making their final adjustment and planning to retrieve the chest next summer, but I plan to keep looking because Forrest has not confirmed this just IMO.

        • That’s the point of my post – the person would need to know PRECISELY where the chest is to find it in the snow. If you know precisely where it is you can probably retrieve it in any weather (Mysterious Writings, Posted Dec. 11th, 2015). As far as I know no one is claiming to have exact coordinates for the chest.

          Even with the clues correctly solved, some BOTG searching will definitely be required. Also notice Forrest says PROBABLY not certainly. The wise searcher waits until Spring/Summer IMO.

        • A thought experiment for you, David: how would you know precisely (say, to within a couple feet) where the chest is located based on the 166 words of the poem? In my opinion, you can’t. Even if the poem provides precise geodetic coordinates, you couldn’t navigate to them that precisely. With today’s technology, you’ll still need an onsite marker to provide the final precision. Are you going to risk that that marker is still visible when snow covers the ground?

          Forrest has been consistent in his advice about hanging up the boots in wintertime. Here are four examples:

          MW Featured Question (10/3/2014): “It seems logical, that if someone solves the clues, they will retrieve the treasure immediately. Until they do, no announcement can have teeth. With snow coming on the situation, this changes of course; in which case, if I were the searcher, I’d stay very quiet until spring.f”

          Torg & Elliott Show (1/7/2016):
          FF: “Well, I’m not gonna give you a new clue (Torg & Jerry laugh), but there are clues in the poem that will lead you to the treasure. But you want to be careful in the mountains in the wintertime. A lot of the mountains…”
          Jerry: “Yeah.”
          FF: “… are under snow now. It’s not a good time to search.”

          MW 6 Questions (2/4/2016): FF: “I applaud those who are staying in the search, and enjoying what nature has to offer. I will reiterate that the story is real, the chest is where I left it, and it is not in a dangerous place. At age 85 I could go back and get it. But any place can become dangerous for anyone who violates the common sense rules of the chase. Stay out of the mountains in the winter time when it is cold and snow covers the ground.”

          People.com (2/10/2016): People: “You got personally involved in the search (for Randy Bileau). Why?” FF: “It bothered me. First of all, I’ve said over and over not to look for the treasure in the wintertime. I want all the snow melted and the mud dried before they go.”

    • I didn’t get the memo and I don’t get the clues that purport to
      show that there is a “lead searcher”. Call me clueless! ha. For
      grins, here’s a scenario where someone could arrive at the exact
      right spot where the chest is hidden and not come back with it:
      they didn’t have a metal detector AND on top of that, it started
      snowing heavily and they elected to get out of the mountains
      before becoming a statistic. Safety first, and always. IMO

  62. Mr Fenn –
    I never think of you as old. I always think of you as that young dedicated fighter pilot. That’s who I imagine I’m talking to. You are right up there with the best of the best, IMO. Obviously age won’t change that. You won’t be forgotten.

  63. Forrest, I absolutely love your stories. To me they are worth their weight in gold, and I can’t Thank You enough for the incredible experiences I’ve had in my travels. Seeing all the sights and trying the local cuisine was amazing. We stopped in a small town with no traffic lights to check out some of the local shops. We made a couple of purchases and settled in a small diner for lunch.
    My Mom, Wife and I ordered soup and sandwiches. It was cheeseburger soup and it was delicious. …then I saw the waitress bring soup and a mini loaf of homemade bread to a large guy sitting in the corner. I nudged my wife and she saw exactly what I was nudging about. We had to have one. And we did. I can’t describe how good it was, and I bake bread.
    Then there were 2 cowboys leaving the diner, not sure if they had to pay, or were on a tab?
    But I did notice their collars and their boots. The spurs were built in the boots. There were no painful stars or spikes, just an exstension off the heel. Its a learning curve for me. I was impressed. But those 2 young guys, although probably 20 years my younger were men. I was impressed. (My wife just walked by and said ” Oh the 2 Cowboys” ) Ugh! Im middle aged.
    But on a lighter note, I had the time of my life and planning next year’s trip.

  64. The Chase has been about way more than money, it has been a spiritual journey of discovery. I may or not be the the one whoo solved it, but it has instilled confidence in me that I had lost along the road of life. For this I thank you Sir.

  65. For such a vibrant piece of art, the subdued tone of the bottom leads me to believe that its place was such that its bottom would not be seen. As if it sat down in a hole of some sort.
    Goodness knows what purpose it served.

    • Ya, I tuned in to see, but there wasn’t . I think there’s two remaing in this series. The second one being the totally totalled.

      IMO .

  66. Dear Forrest:

    The snarling centerpiece almost looks like a Galgo Espanol. I wonder if it is? Supposedly they’re good with kids and cats, so maybe he and Bobby McGee would get along if they crossed lines. Definitely not a pair you’d see at Westminster or local 7-11.

    With the holidays coming maybe I’ll ask Santa for an exotic pet- a Galgo, a pheasant, or even a camel which I’d have to charge myself since Santa doesn’t come for big kids. I’d welcome a living thing since all my kids want is a game called a Fortnite. I told them to call Best Bye at least 10 days before and see if there were any there, and if so, start collecting pinnies now to use then. They don’t know the value of 1 sent.

    Take care,

    • I love the Oorang Airedale in the additional photos, having had a girl beauty that looked exactly like that dog. She’s resting in peace down in the Sleepy Hollow on my property.
      The brushwork on this bowl is not as refined as that on the one Forrest posted—something to look for when collecting any kind of artisanal creation—I call it the difference between butter and margarine. It’s also seen in comparison between work by the master and the apprentice.
      The clay used to throw the bowls is also from a different source—one being red, the other white.
      I don’t see any grapes depicted on the plate, so even though that fable may neatly provide some fit with theories on hidden meaning in the scrapbook, I’m not so sure.

      • Hello Ronald,

        Yes, I didn’t see any grapes on Forrest’s plate and definitely not on the one Goldilocks found, so I went with the Fox and the Crow, which warns about the dangers of flattery, or believing everything you hear. A friend suggested there might be grape leaves on Forrest’s bowl, though, so I also thought of the Fox and the Grapes. Thanks for your comparison of the bowls!

  67. Hi Goldilocks,

    Yes, I saw that same bowl. It looks very similar to Forrest’s, doesn’t it? Same color scheme and everything. Did you see my comment about the Aesop’s fables being popular in Spain during this time period? That was my rationale for thinking the plate might be representing one of the Aesop’s fables. The Fox and the Crow or the Fox and the Grapes came to mind. Very strange artwork. Kind of reminds me of the art in the Voynich Manuscript from 16th century Europe.

    • Hi Blue Fox,
      Yes I did read your post and I totally agree. There is an element of fable in the bowl and this treasure hunt. Ethical and moral themes permeate all of Forrest’s stories.
      Moral – “Appearances often are deceiving.” – Aesop’s fables: The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
      Moral – “Slow and steady wins the race.” – Aesop’s fables: The Hare and the Tortoise
      Moral – “One person’s meat is another’s poison.” – Aesop’s fables: The Ass and the Grasshopper
      Moral – “Things are not always what they seem.” – Aesop’s fables: Bee-Keeper and the Bees
      Moral – “Never trust a flatterer.”- Aesop’s fables: Fox and the Crow
      Moral – “Beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing.” – Aesop’s fables: The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
      I think if we go through the SB’s and TTOTC again we could match a fable with each of Forrest’s messages. Maybe this is why he said show the poem to a child. I’ve been completely sidetracked from the poem recently but I believe these SB’s have a higher purpose, not only by helping us interpret the poem correctly but by reminding us of the deeper message in all of this.

      • Nicely written Goldie – wisdom in your words.
        Would love to have that ole bowl sitting on my table at Thanksgiving – filled with grapes.

  68. That snarling animal looks like a Thylacine (Tasmanian Tiger)

    Maybe they preserved that earthenware bowl because they knew it was rare animal, going extinct?

    I love those iron “stitches” in time.

    Thanks Forrest.

  69. Hey Dal,

    It looks like you added another pic of the repairs. That wasn’t there before was it?

    Also, this morning I looked at the top of the scrapbook and there was a message that said something to the effect that, Some scrapbooks might help you with your search, but some are just family stories. I wish I took a pic because it was gone the next time I looked. What say you Dal? Is my imagination working overtime, or was that message really there about 5:30 this morning?

  70. The Forrest Fenn definition of “Oldenhood” : When the bowl’s life as a utilitarian object was discontinued, maybe 100 years ago, it was worth almost nothing. Many years later I gave $725 for it, but if it were not for the 26 repairs, I wouldn’t have wanted it. The older it gets, the more valuable it becomes.

    Ok before we see the “The Fox and the Grapes” one of “Aesop’s Fables” we miss the big point of this SC Book 237’s message, the message breaks down IMHO this way; first we ask ourselves what is a Utilitarian Object? A Utilitarian objects such as buildings etc are designed to be useful rather than attractive. An office is utilitarian and unglamorous. 2. adjective. Utilitarian means based on the idea that the morally correct course of action is the one that produces benefit for the greatest number of people. Secondarily, the art just happens to be beautiful and unique, which speaks to our human nature of desire for surrounding ourselves with ornate objects that expresses our tastes. Like saying a 1956 Thunderbird may be old and rusty now but what it was and could be if restored makes it “priceless” check how much these rare beauties sell for today, but it’s UTILITARIAN purpose of transportation is what created all the RUST.

    IMO the $725 that Forrest paid for this object can always be recouped if he were to sell it, but it is not about the money, honey!!! in this SC Book it is a beautiful antique “Wash Basin” with a message that is hidden, A Basin like this one was almost always mounted in wood and had a mirror above it. IS WWWH A Basin because that is what this is?

    TT

    • Ok I know what you are saying next, In Mr Terrific’s Opine….it is a Was Basin, correct, and that does not prove any point that helps, so couple this with SC Book 211 and see what image is in that mirror?

      Now the $64 dollar question? What is a Requiem? Simply an act or token of remembrance. What are the metaphors? Plant Based? Box elder (maple), Pinon (juniper)and fiddlin with radio to find Meryl Haggard singing Me and Bobby Mcgee? Why mispell Merle’s name why not say Janis J or Jonny Csh? We see the joker at work there IMopine, why say BUNK House and Housing of the mirror? Yet it (mirror) is working fine and seems to cast or be a reflection for a requiem of someone or something maybe in stone?

      TT

      • What kind of wood did Stradivarius use?
        The woods used included spruce for the top, willow for the internal blocks and linings, and maple for the back, ribs, and neck.

        cello“Mr Fenn, of all the things you have done in your life, what is it you regret the most?” ~Matt

        I have many regrets Matt, and to reveal a few I have to expose one of my fault lines.

        “I regret that I’m not a cello player. I think the music from that instrument is the most soothing. It also may be healing. I would be the world’s greatest cellist were it not for talent because I have everything else, desire, patience, motivation, willingness…Once, in the starry-dark of night, I heard a cello in the far-faint distance. It sounded like the moan of a mountain wind beaconing me.”

        IS anyone out there

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9C2cF3KvP8

        TT

          • Ronald, have read Gypsy Magic in the Thrill Book? Where was it set and what sound does the train whistle sound like, ff remember when he could hear and why Me and Bobby McGee….THey were gypsies and live around RR Tracks..just a waitin for what..another SC Book so just to confirm that Tom Terrific is a stick figure charachter who can figure this out if he applies him self properly to recogniize the housing of the Chess …64 squares and 64 mile are you with me?

            TT

          • My comment on this is currently in moderation limbo for using a perfectly legitimate word describing illegitimacy (directed at no one associated with the chase or Dal’s blog).

  71. McGee was really McKee. I worked for Kris Krisoffersons Grand parents. I have to look back on which scrapbook Forrest also mentioned this song. But I wrote about some stories on this and other things there.
    I think Forrest is a pretty normal
    American man, who took a few lessons from normal mistakes maybe and learned to be above
    Average Savvy!
    I’m much like him. In a way.
    Work Hard! Play Hard! And never give up finding a treasure in everything!

  72. My last outing was P’Osi Pueblo ruins a month ago — in the midst of an old civilization long gone – I could still hear the faint sounds of life. Many pieces of pottery still on the ground with similar painting that’s around the edge of the plate even though Ojo Caliente is a long way from Granada Spain. As much as things change they seem to remain the same. d

  73. That stringy tail is the opposite of a foxes’ but the artist may not have had firsthand experience. It’s interesting to contrast f’s bowl with the one-I think it was Goldie- found above. The Triana bowl is almost a caricature of the other- you could almost say a decadent copy, the elements are all there but the effect is cartoonish and sketchy. The 1500 pound price tag – in modern money- suggests that f’s bowl would be worth a lot more now-

  74. Completely forgot what I was going to say. All thanks to the sponsored link showing a pic of Hurley from Lost. lol

    4 8 15 16 23 42

    • I loved “Lost” but I knew they could not come up with an ending that lived up to the suspense built up through all the seasons. Sometimes the TTOTC seems to parallel that show with lots of suspense, building for 9 seasons. And will the ending be anti-climactic for all but one lucky person? If it ends in any of our lifetimes, that is. IMO

      • Indeed, Cuse & Lindlehoff derailed Abrams epic train ride.

        Remember now what it was… 5 is M-F, 2 is Sat & Sun, 26… paid vacation days? and 52 weeks. How this fits in, no idea.

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