Uncle Ed’s Journal, Entry 2

16 January 1912

Went to the patent office today and applied for a patent for the eyeglass fastener. It will be costly but I must patent each aspect of my prototype individually to safeguard my invention. This can’t get into the wrong hands or who knows what could happen. I’m copying a drawing of the fastener into this journal for posterity’s sake.

A few more brush strokes and my little painting of a rose for my Little Petunia will be done. Good thing Belle offered to make the cake and hold the party at the Hecock’s… that nosy nephew of mine won’t be able to sneak down to the inventorium and ruin HIS surprise! Aah, yes… cake!

Zeller Patent Images

Burrell’s Journal, Entry 3

January 15, 1912

Working for Lake Shore Rail is really paying off! I just put in for free passes to ol’ Chicago. Ig and I are going to tear up that town. Ah! to be on my own without Mother looking over my shoulder (hope she never reads this!)

As for Uncle Ed’s new invention… he and Father were whispering in the parlor around sun up. It’s odd that he was even here on a Monday morning! Uncle Ed can be a real buttinski at times, but he’s a good egg. So why do I get a sinking feeling in my gut that this is somehow not so good for me?

Private Diaries

You won’t believe what good fortune fell upon me! I came across the personal diaries of the Hecock and Zeller families! So while chapter 3 progresses through the drawing stage, let’s take a gander at the private thoughts of Burrell, Ed, Hattie, Belle, Mother Hannah, and Iggy during the days leading up to February 4, 1912. Don’t look for any writings of Harry Hecock… he was a lawyer and knew better than to put secrets and private opinions in writing!

Meet Some Real Characters!

Let me introduce to you….

Belle Hecock, who is Burrell’s mother:

Aunt Hattie Zeller, who is Belle’s sister:

And Uncle Edward Zeller, who is Hattie’s husband:

Here are the models that subjected themselves to my picture taking, posing, and imposing!

Fortunately, they are all family, so I can torture them as much as I like. And I think they sometimes enjoy hamming it up for me.