Story time! I’ve been dragging home treasures that I find in the woods since I was a tiny kid. Here’s some of what started it all.
For part of my childhood we lived in a subdivision that butted up next to a few hundred acres of woods. I spent many, many hours out there roaming and exploring. That place had vibe to it that I’ve never really been able to describe. Just felt ancient and alive and buzzing with energy. Still one of the coolest forests I’ve ever been in.
There was an old man that lived way out there that a friend of mine and I stumbled across one time. He was a gruff mountain man kinda guy but he was very nice to us. He had some gorgeous and huge (to little kid me anyway) four-horned Jacob’s rams and lots of peacocks. Sent us both home with fistfuls of peacock feathers.
I found my first skull (groundhog) and my first arrowhead while playing in those woods.
There was an old cemetery out there with worn out and broken headstones dating to the late 1700s. Lots of baby graves in it.
There were also the remains of an old farm house that burned down near the cemetery. Nothing was left of it except the foundation stones, a few piles of bricks, and where they dumped their trash. We found tons of pieces of broken glass, crockery, old nails, silverware, horse tack, and other odds and ends one would find in an old farm house. I always brought whatever I found home with me and tucked it away. Just scraps of trash but they had a history that I didn’t want to see lost. I need to get a giant jar and just put all of it in there some time.
Sadly those woods are no longer with us. They were torn down about ten years ago to put in more subdivisions. Damn shame.
My haul from the creek the other day. Lookit all them criiiiinoids!
I’ll list them in the shop this evening. :)
Also found loads of creek glass, a deer vertebrae, deer leg bone, and a piece of a young raccoon skull.
Knucklehead the Possum Skull.
I picked this guy up on the side of the road a couple of years ago. I got it mainly because the skull seemed pretty intact but the belly was busted open and very rank. I drug it home on a nasty icy and rainy day and started skinning it behind my shed. And then my offal and blood covered knife slipped and I sliced off a good part of my knuckle.
It bled like crazy for ages but I stuck my finger in a bottle of rubbing alcohol for a while and kept an eye out for infection and it healed up fine. I have a nice scar on my finger though. And a nifty skull to show for my pain and suffering, haha!
Skull stories are brought you by the letter F. F for the lovely Forest Fern Creations who requested more stories about some pieces in my collection. Check out Anne’s tumblr and her Etsy shop for some really awesome work!
I scored at a local antique store yesterday! Not bad for $10! It needs to be cleaned up and have a minor repair or two done but I really love it. The little drawers are super cute.
Not sure if I’ll be keeping it for my own use (I have one fairly similar already) or if I’ll sell it once it’s fixed up.