from my sketchbook: the boy in the box

heavenly father bless this unknown boy february 25, 1957

In 1957, Susquehanna Road was a narrow country lane in the sparsely settled Fox Chase section of northeast Philadelphia. A driveway providing access to the Sisters of the Good Shepherd, a religious order which operated a school for “wayward girls,” adjoined Susquehanna Road on the north near Verree Road. Directly across the street from the entrance to the Good Shepherd School was a wooded area that was often used by local residents as a place to illegally dump trash.

In late February 1957, a young man, checking on some animal traps he had set, stumbled across a large, weathered cardboard box. A quick examination inside the box revealed what looked like a doll wrapped in a blanket. Not wanting to bring attention to his illegally set traps, the young man left the box and its contents just as he had found them. A day or so later, a college student, driving along Susquehanna Road, spotted a rabbit running into the woods. He knew that area was popular with amateur trappers, so he stopped to investigate. He found the box and contacted police.

Police investigators discovered the box actually contained the nude body of a small boy, aged 4 to 6 years, wrapped in a flannel blanket. His body was covered with bruises. His feet and one of his hands were withered, as though they had been soaking for a long period of time in water. His hair was close-cropped and recently, and evidently hurriedly, cut. Clumps and strands of hair were found on his body, indicating that his hair had been cut just prior to or just after his death. His fingernails and toenails were also recently, however neatly, trimmed. The boy had several well-healed scars which were the result of several year-old surgical procedures. He was wrapped in a blanket which had been recently laundered and cut in half. By evidence of the thread and stitching, the blanket had been mended on a home sewing machine. The box had once contained a baby bassinet that, according to a shipping label, was purchased at J.C. Penney in Upper Darby, PA. A blue corduroy cap was found several yards away from the box.

An official investigation was launched. The Philadelphia Inquirer produced and distributed thousands of posters and the Philadelphia Gas Works included fliers in customers’ bills. A citywide plea for information was issued in hopes of obtaining clues about the mysterious boy.

Hundreds of dead-end leads and fifty-two years later, the case of the boy in the box remains unsolved.

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IF: pattern 1

The current challenge on the Illustration Friday website is “pattern”.
You can brush my hair / Undress me everywhere
” I thought if only we could take this play pattern and three dimensionalize it, we would have something very special. “
— — Ruth Handler

In 1945, Elliot Handler and Harold “Matt” Matson founded a small toy company. They called their new venture “Mattel” by combining part of their names and began manufacturing dollhouse furniture. They added to their toy line and soon had a top seller with the “Uke-a-doodle”, a toy ukulele.

Elliot’s wife Ruth noticed their daughter Barbara preferred playing with her infant dolls by giving them adult roles. Ruth presented the idea of an adult doll for girls, instead of those in the form of babies. On a European trip, Ruth bought a German Bild Lilli doll, not knowing that it was not intended for children but sold as a gag gift for adults. Ruth reworked the design of the German fashion doll, named it for her daughter and, in 1959, the Barbie doll made its debut.

It was an instant hit.

Ruth became president of Mattel in 1967. She and her husband resigned from their positions at Mattel in 1975 under allegations of stock manipulation and fraudulent reporting to the SEC. Ruth passed away from complications from colon cancer in 2002.

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Monday Artday: sailor

The challenge this week at the Monday Artday illustration blog is “sailor”.
a gathering of angels appeared above my head/they sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
There’s a port, on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors, pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said ” Brandy, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say ” Brandy, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”

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