The Inherited Object Revisited

“Stories are a kind of thing, too. Stories and objects share something, a patina. I thought I had this clear, two years ago before I started, but I am no longer sure how this works. Perhaps a patina is a process of rubbing back so that the essential is revealed, the way that a striated stone tumbled in a river feels irreducible, the way that this netsuke of a fox has become little more than a memory of a nose and a tail. But it also seems additive, in the way that a piece of oak furniture gains over years and years of polishing, and the way the leaves of my medlar shine.”

― Edmund de Waal, The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family’s Century of Art and Loss

Among the things I inherited from my parents are many objects, that they in turn inherited from their parents. Many are objects for which the stories are no longer known and many for which the details are slim. I visited this object a few years back and made many discoveries but a closer look just now has yielded a few new ones.

Milo Dean Mosier’s Book Cover

What I knew:

My Grandfather served in France in WWI

This water resistant book cover was with him in France

It covers his self-published book of Poetry “Artifacts” (1967)

But not just a copy of that book but his personal copy with his notes.

Milo’s copy of “Artifacts”

So what I knew is both the cover and the book were cherished possessions of my grandfather, Milo and my father and finally me. The many comments and annotations inside are illuminating and when I read them I hear my grandfather’s voice. I can watch his mind at work. Upon reflecting the cover covers something of value—but that belies the covers intrinsic value. Take note.

For the longest time I really did not pay close attention to the cover. And when I did I noted the cross and the Fleur de Lis and I looked up the meaning of “Voici La France” as “Here is France. ” And finally when I turned the cover over it dawned on me that these were all places in France. Duh!

Back Cover

So I made a list of the places and started to plot them out on a Google Map.

Milo’s Travels in France during WWI

And then I found a copy of the History of Army Artillery Park which was the unit to which he was assigned as a medic and all the places matched. Mystery solved! This was a record of all the places Milo had been in France during WWI. So this simple waterproofed canvas cover may have held something else long ago that has not survived and of which that story died with my grandfather…and yet this object held a few more surprises.

A closer look this time I see that not only is there a cross with a Fleur de lis, but the cross resides atop what looks to be a grave or burial mound. What is the story here? A friend lost in battle?—a universal remembrance of the fallen? I do not know. But if combined with “Here is France”, a grave with a cross and “Fleur de Lis” perhaps it says in France —here is death, here is a remembrance. Lest you think I am off the mark here, return to the back cover and note four hourglass shapes. I do not think these are an accident. The hourglass is a symbol that human life is fleeting, and that the sands of time can and will run out at anytime for any of us. And never more poignantly does that become truth for an eighteen year old soldier in France.

Milo Dean Mosier 4th from left in France

And then finally at the bottom of the back cover is written “L’enfin de le Guerre” translated “The End of the War”. What more personal and poignant treasure or talisman of his youth spent as a medic caring for the injured, dying and dead in France in 1917 than this modest piece of canvas inscribed with the places he would remember forever.

Each family object was saved for a reason. Each object has a story. Some can be discerned, some can be discovered but each deserves our attention. “Perhaps a patina is a process of rubbing back so that the essential is revealed.”

Kelly Wheaton Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved

9 Comments on “The Inherited Object Revisited”

  1. It’s so long ago, I cannot remember my password., so it would not let me post. However, I did enjoy your article.

    Kew is closed for the pandemic, although I did continue with research on line, when possible – soldiers’ effects, medical records etc

    Hope you are all well,

    Susan

  2. Kelly my heart busts when I read your stories and now I know why. You came from a writer. You are deciphering your precious gift. I didn’t have any answers to any of the “Moser”mysteries. However, slowly but surely I have solved a great many of them. My daddy was a flawed man and I stayed on him like I was an adult talking to another adult. Never revealing his more than tough life as a boy being put in charge of the entire family at 10 years old to his WWII service, the Greatest Generation and the most silent about their woes. I inherited things too. Among the things in a ragged couple of cowboy hat boxes were his letters home. Screamed volumes. Can’t wait to see him in Heaven so I can once again talk adult to adult and ask him why he couldn’t tell me and I’ll also apologize. As an old woman I have been judged by some who never walked a mile in my shoes.
    Marti Moser

    • Writers of many stripes, but writers indeed. Never really considered myself one, but suppose I am of a sort. We grow we tell stories. Sometimes we touch another’s heart and we hear the music. I like to think we’ll meet our parents again somehow or another.

  3. Hi Kelly, I loved reading about your family, and especially about your Grandfather, Milo Mosier, and his time during WW1. It was facinating to actually see his copy of ‘Artifacts’, and to hear you speak of it. I purchased Milo’s book many years ago, and strangely enough, just re-read it a few months ago. I’ve now started researching items from my own personal collection of many things, as I’ve opened an on-line store. So imagine my surprise when I stumbled onto your writings. Anyways, I have a copy of his book, in pristine condition, no marks, clean and tight as new, and I would like to know if you’d want it. I think considering the work you have invested in your family over the past 50 plus years, the least I could offer you along your journey is this book. I’d happily send it to you, free of course, if you want. Well, best wishes for your continued research, and all my best to you and your family.
    Cheers, Paul Gillmore, BC, Canada.

    • Paul, Thanks so much for your kind words and offer. I do have a couple dozen copies so no need to send unless you wanted to. It was self published for friends and family and as time goes on fewer and fewer people will appreciate it—but that is the way of it. I do hope someday someone picks it up and finds something of value. Kelly

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