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Douglas County Museum

A group of musicians have been coming by the Museum and playing on the front porch on Saturdays.  The banjo and guitars sound good.  You are welcome to stop by and listen or join in.  We appreciate it, guys.

We have a framed artifact of a piece of wood from Lincoln’s home in Springfield, Illinois and an oak leaf from a tree at Lincoln’s tomb, given by Glen Dale Hartley.

From Fannie Anderson’s autograph book dated December 1954:  Dear Fannie:  If you aint got nothin and he aint got nothin don’t be in a hurry to wed.  For nothin plus nothin will always be nothin and nothin don’t chew like bread.  Gail.  Dear Fannie:  When you get married and live in a shack Teach your kids to spit through the crack.  Jerry Wood.  Dear Fannie:  Love many, trust few, always paddle, your own canoe. Mrs. F. Garrison.  Dear Fannie:  Roses are red, violets are blue, apes like you, belong in a zoo.  Ruth and Johnny.  Dear Fannie:  As you slide down the banister of life, remember me as a splinter in your career.  Harold Williams.  Dear Fannie:  When you see a tom cat up a tree, pull its tail and think of me.  Doyne Wilson.  Dear Fannie:  When the golden sun is sinking, and on life’s path no more you trod, may your name in gold be written, in the autograph of God.  Carol Jenkins.

Will H. Havens wrote many books and we have some on display at the Museum.   Among them are: The Cross and the Bible, God Called and the Holy Spirit Inspired People, Green Pastures for Hungry Sheep, Poems to Live By, The End Time, Never Alone, Only ‘Till Sundown, Fodder, Fond Memories and A Few Roses Along Life’s Pathway.

Do you remember wearing dresses and shirts made out of flour sacks and feed sacks?  They were popular in the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s.  Flour sacks came in prints and gingham checks.  Sometimes it was hard to find matching sacks or to afford two sacks of flour at a time.  Undergarments were made from white feed sacks with printed lettering on it and would show through your outer garment or be seen when you were in the swing.  How embarrassing was that?  Ah, the good ol’ days!

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