The Walking Box is Coming Home...

Dad had a brand.  At one point while living in Garden Valley, dad decided to become a rancher.  I think he bought 15 or 20 head of livestock and put them on the property we owned down in the valley.  As with his tree farming idea, it never worked out.  But he still had the branding iron.

His brand was the Walking Box.  Similar to this one...

Only this one kind of reminds me of an old tv.  When dad died his brother Ed who collects western memorabilia ended up with the brand - and I know he appreciates it for what it is.  Here's a little Youtube clip about his collection.  Oh how I'd love to have some of that!

My brother Steve contacted him recently to see if he'd send the brand back home for a time so that we can brand our new house with dad's Walking Box.  I think I'm going to have to make a big deal of it when it's time to do it.  Some sort of ceremony.  We have to decide if we want it on the door or above it, but it's going to mean a lot to me when it's time.  I can't wait.