This is a follow-up to previous posts. Please scroll down to catch the beginning.
Originally stashed in twenty or so imperfectly sealed canning jars, these were presumably lost when the New Reservoir inundated our valley and all of its existing structures. Amazingly, they were found and retrieved by a young scuba diver friend of mine after lying there in the mud for over half a century. I managed to reconstruct most of the fragments from two of the containers despite considerable water damage. Though painstaking, it was nonetheless a rewarding process spurred by the notion that these revelations from a different — yet not so different — era might amuse as well as persuade us all to ponder the ironies of our human nature.