The Great American Pin-Up Series: Raven LbNA #37919 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Feb 16, 2008 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Millburn |
| County: | Lake |
| State: | Illinois |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Lock, Shock & Barrel  |
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| Found by: | Atom 118 |
| Last found: | May 20, 2012 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFr |
| Last edited: | Feb 16, 2008 |
Letterbox Name: The Great American Pin-up Series: Raven
Location: Lake County, IL
Distance: Approximately 1.0 miles
Once upon a time, there were eight lovely sisters. They were born in Lake County, Illinois, and were raised in an old farmhouse. They grew tall and strong and, though they loved the home in which they’d been raised, each knew that there would come a time when she would need to go out and find her place in the world.
Raven was a bewitching brunette, who had developed some interesting abilities during the course of her childhood. She loved to spend long afternoons gazing up at the clouds, imagining that she could control the shifting patterns, and crafting them into whatever shapes pleased her. But she enjoyed the night sky even more, and would watch the movement of the stars in the heavens, and the waxing and waning of the moon. As she grew older, Raven became increasingly curious about just how she might join the clouds and stars as they flew high above. And while there were occasional rumors that Raven had turned to witchcraft in her efforts to soar across the moon, these were never proven. What was know far and wide was that Raven was a charming young woman, and that whatever she set her mind to do, she would very likely accomplish.
One day, Raven packed her things and, along with her sisters Ethel and Genevieve, made her way from the village of Gurnee in a northwesterly direction. She journeyed on United States Route 45 northward until she came across a forest on the west side of the road whose name seemed to suit her. Certain that she had found the place which she was destined to call home, Raven turned off of the road, and into the parking area. Genevieve, however, decided to continue her trek westward because, as much as Raven wanted to fly, Genevieve longed to see mountains. And she had heard that there might be one in Lake County. So Raven and Ethel bid a fond, if slightly teary, farewell to Genevieve, and resumed their search for a place they could call home.
Raven and Ethel walked away from the road down a paved lane that led toward a parking lot. As they passed through the parking lot, they reached the trailhead and decided to begin walking west toward the woods. After walking about 400 yards, they were faced with a choice, and decided to turn right and walk around what the sign called the “Nature Loop”. Almost immediately, they were faced with a fork in the path, and chose to turn right. They continued on, following the Nature Loop until they came to a rather strange sight, which Raven immediately took to be a sign…
For the two found themselves standing on the path between an evergreen on their right, and an empty signpost on their left. Ethel, who could at times be frustratingly literal, saw only an empty metal hanger, lodged in a tree trunk. But Raven, who thought herself quite visionary, imagined what type of sign must have hung there, and wondered what sort of home must have stood in this place. In fact, it was beyond a mere imagining of what once might have been. As Raven concentrated on the empty hanger, images of old buildings began to form in front of the two sisters. Here a barn, there a main house, over to the west a stable. Each building appeared as in a haze, shifting and shimmering in the dappled sunlight. And finally, a white wooden sign appeared, hanging from the tree and rocking slightly in the autumn breeze. On it was carved a picture of a full moon, streaked with grey clouds. And written below this image were the words “Raven Glen”.
Raven smiled to herself, knowing that this was the place. She glanced over to the ghostly image of a shed, at a bearing of zero degrees from where she and Ethel stood.
“There it is,” said Raven matter-of-factly, and began walking away from the path toward the spot where she had seen the vision of the shed. Ethel quickly joined her, visibly shaken by what had just occurred. As they left the path, the images of the old farm began to fade, but it did not matter. Something about the old shed had spoken to Raven, and she knew that she had found her new home.
Ethel walked silently beside her sister, still trying to make sense of the vision that had appeared, then faded, before them. As they continued, they reached timbers, concrete and steel that must have, at one time, formed a sort of foundation for the shed. They stopped walking and stood together. Raven stood before Ethel, and seemed more confident than she’d ever seen her before. Ethel knew that her sister had played around with herbs and stones and spells, and thought it an odd but endearing idiosyncrasy. Raven had talked about wanting to fly, and Ethel had told her that, while she did indeed find her flighty at times, she doubted that she would ever soar with the birds, or flit about the night sky with the bats and the owls. Now, for the first time, Ethel found herself wondering whether Raven had indeed learned more than any of the sisters had guessed from her books and “experiments”.
Ethel stood in from of Raven, and could find no way or reason to ask the question delicately. “Are you really a witch?”
Raven smiled a playful smile and nodded. She raised her arms and the fallen leaves began to swirl at their feet. And as Ethel stood there, taking in this latest revelation, Raven’s skin began to glow as though she were lit from within by moonlight.
“What’s happening?” gasped Ethel, her voice a breathy mixture of fear and awe.
“It’s this place. It’s making my power…stronger… clearer. I think that if I stay here, I’ll find that I can really fly. I feel like this is where I belong, and if I stay here, I’ll be able to do whatever I set my mind to.”
Raven looked down at the ground and spied three fallen trees. Stepping toward the smallest of these, she knew it was the place. She checked the log and found a hollow place, then rose to her feet once more and stepped toward her sister. She took Ethel’s hands in hers as they looked into each others’ eyes.
Ethel spoke first. “I’m really happy for you,” she said simply.
“But you can’t stay,” replied Raven. “You’re happy for me, and you’re just a little bit scared of all this.” Ethel nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
Raven continued. “But more importantly than that, you can’t stay because you need to find your place. The place that allows you to become whoever you’re supposed to be. I hope that it doesn’t take you too far away, but if it must, I understand.”
“I’ll find my place. I’m sure of it,” replied Ethel, “and somehow I don’t think I’ll have to go far to do it. Besides, I think I need to keep an eye on whatever it is you plan to do here in your new home in the woods.” They both laughed, and hugged, and stayed that way for a long time, in the moonlight glow of Raven’s newfound power.
Then they stepped apart from one another, and Raven took her place underneath a moss-covered stone within the small log nearest to the shed’s old foundation. Ethel stood for a moment, then turned back toward the trail to search for her own place.
But later that night, as a full moon rose, Ethel looked into the night sky to see what she knew was a small, feminine form flying across the silvery orb. And she was not surprised in the least.
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The Great American Pin-up series is, first and foremost, a celebration of the style, femininity, and fun of pin-up art over the years. While great care was taken to select images that would not offend, it’s worth noting that some letterboxers, including those traveling with younger children, might find the images to be “rated PG”. That said, we hope that you enjoy the images as much as we’ve enjoyed selecting and carving them.
Please note: The stamps are a bit large, and will require a 4”x 6” space for stamping. We also strongly recommend inking pens, to bring out the full detail of the stamps.
Location: Lake County, IL
Distance: Approximately 1.0 miles
Once upon a time, there were eight lovely sisters. They were born in Lake County, Illinois, and were raised in an old farmhouse. They grew tall and strong and, though they loved the home in which they’d been raised, each knew that there would come a time when she would need to go out and find her place in the world.
Raven was a bewitching brunette, who had developed some interesting abilities during the course of her childhood. She loved to spend long afternoons gazing up at the clouds, imagining that she could control the shifting patterns, and crafting them into whatever shapes pleased her. But she enjoyed the night sky even more, and would watch the movement of the stars in the heavens, and the waxing and waning of the moon. As she grew older, Raven became increasingly curious about just how she might join the clouds and stars as they flew high above. And while there were occasional rumors that Raven had turned to witchcraft in her efforts to soar across the moon, these were never proven. What was know far and wide was that Raven was a charming young woman, and that whatever she set her mind to do, she would very likely accomplish.
One day, Raven packed her things and, along with her sisters Ethel and Genevieve, made her way from the village of Gurnee in a northwesterly direction. She journeyed on United States Route 45 northward until she came across a forest on the west side of the road whose name seemed to suit her. Certain that she had found the place which she was destined to call home, Raven turned off of the road, and into the parking area. Genevieve, however, decided to continue her trek westward because, as much as Raven wanted to fly, Genevieve longed to see mountains. And she had heard that there might be one in Lake County. So Raven and Ethel bid a fond, if slightly teary, farewell to Genevieve, and resumed their search for a place they could call home.
Raven and Ethel walked away from the road down a paved lane that led toward a parking lot. As they passed through the parking lot, they reached the trailhead and decided to begin walking west toward the woods. After walking about 400 yards, they were faced with a choice, and decided to turn right and walk around what the sign called the “Nature Loop”. Almost immediately, they were faced with a fork in the path, and chose to turn right. They continued on, following the Nature Loop until they came to a rather strange sight, which Raven immediately took to be a sign…
For the two found themselves standing on the path between an evergreen on their right, and an empty signpost on their left. Ethel, who could at times be frustratingly literal, saw only an empty metal hanger, lodged in a tree trunk. But Raven, who thought herself quite visionary, imagined what type of sign must have hung there, and wondered what sort of home must have stood in this place. In fact, it was beyond a mere imagining of what once might have been. As Raven concentrated on the empty hanger, images of old buildings began to form in front of the two sisters. Here a barn, there a main house, over to the west a stable. Each building appeared as in a haze, shifting and shimmering in the dappled sunlight. And finally, a white wooden sign appeared, hanging from the tree and rocking slightly in the autumn breeze. On it was carved a picture of a full moon, streaked with grey clouds. And written below this image were the words “Raven Glen”.
Raven smiled to herself, knowing that this was the place. She glanced over to the ghostly image of a shed, at a bearing of zero degrees from where she and Ethel stood.
“There it is,” said Raven matter-of-factly, and began walking away from the path toward the spot where she had seen the vision of the shed. Ethel quickly joined her, visibly shaken by what had just occurred. As they left the path, the images of the old farm began to fade, but it did not matter. Something about the old shed had spoken to Raven, and she knew that she had found her new home.
Ethel walked silently beside her sister, still trying to make sense of the vision that had appeared, then faded, before them. As they continued, they reached timbers, concrete and steel that must have, at one time, formed a sort of foundation for the shed. They stopped walking and stood together. Raven stood before Ethel, and seemed more confident than she’d ever seen her before. Ethel knew that her sister had played around with herbs and stones and spells, and thought it an odd but endearing idiosyncrasy. Raven had talked about wanting to fly, and Ethel had told her that, while she did indeed find her flighty at times, she doubted that she would ever soar with the birds, or flit about the night sky with the bats and the owls. Now, for the first time, Ethel found herself wondering whether Raven had indeed learned more than any of the sisters had guessed from her books and “experiments”.
Ethel stood in from of Raven, and could find no way or reason to ask the question delicately. “Are you really a witch?”
Raven smiled a playful smile and nodded. She raised her arms and the fallen leaves began to swirl at their feet. And as Ethel stood there, taking in this latest revelation, Raven’s skin began to glow as though she were lit from within by moonlight.
“What’s happening?” gasped Ethel, her voice a breathy mixture of fear and awe.
“It’s this place. It’s making my power…stronger… clearer. I think that if I stay here, I’ll find that I can really fly. I feel like this is where I belong, and if I stay here, I’ll be able to do whatever I set my mind to.”
Raven looked down at the ground and spied three fallen trees. Stepping toward the smallest of these, she knew it was the place. She checked the log and found a hollow place, then rose to her feet once more and stepped toward her sister. She took Ethel’s hands in hers as they looked into each others’ eyes.
Ethel spoke first. “I’m really happy for you,” she said simply.
“But you can’t stay,” replied Raven. “You’re happy for me, and you’re just a little bit scared of all this.” Ethel nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
Raven continued. “But more importantly than that, you can’t stay because you need to find your place. The place that allows you to become whoever you’re supposed to be. I hope that it doesn’t take you too far away, but if it must, I understand.”
“I’ll find my place. I’m sure of it,” replied Ethel, “and somehow I don’t think I’ll have to go far to do it. Besides, I think I need to keep an eye on whatever it is you plan to do here in your new home in the woods.” They both laughed, and hugged, and stayed that way for a long time, in the moonlight glow of Raven’s newfound power.
Then they stepped apart from one another, and Raven took her place underneath a moss-covered stone within the small log nearest to the shed’s old foundation. Ethel stood for a moment, then turned back toward the trail to search for her own place.
But later that night, as a full moon rose, Ethel looked into the night sky to see what she knew was a small, feminine form flying across the silvery orb. And she was not surprised in the least.
**********************************************************
The Great American Pin-up series is, first and foremost, a celebration of the style, femininity, and fun of pin-up art over the years. While great care was taken to select images that would not offend, it’s worth noting that some letterboxers, including those traveling with younger children, might find the images to be “rated PG”. That said, we hope that you enjoy the images as much as we’ve enjoyed selecting and carving them.
Please note: The stamps are a bit large, and will require a 4”x 6” space for stamping. We also strongly recommend inking pens, to bring out the full detail of the stamps.