An adorable handmade autobiography of Forrest Glenn Fogg Jr. done for a school assignment in 1935. The 9.5 x 12” white covers appear to be made of folder material and are held together with two metal rings. The autobiography contains typed pages describing Forrest’s ancestors, boyhood days, trips he has been on, his most dangerous exploit, first love, home, first job, boy scouts, hobbies, church work, pets, and his aim in life. These pages are alternated with black and white photos of Forrest’s family, pets, himself as a baby, and the boat he drove during his dangerous exploit. There are around 30 of these photos, measuring between 1.75” x 2.5” and 5.5” x 3.5”, which are held to the pages with corner tabs and accompanied by short annotations, which are expanded upon in the typed pages. Two photos are missing from the album.
Example chapter entry
Chapter II: Boyhood Days
On the 13th day of October in 1918, a baby was born at the home of his parents------Walden Street, East Walpole.
A month later this baby, who was me by the way, awoke and heard all the bells in the town ringing and crouds of people yelling at the top of their lungs. I noticed that my mother, too, was among those shouting. The folks in this country had just received word that the Armistice had been signed.
When I reached the age of two years, I, along with my parents, moved to my present residence. Ever since I have had the wide open spaces to roam at my own will. The reason we moved from my place of birth was to get into the country where I would not be in danger of getting run over when I ventured too near the streets.
Four years later I started school in a small wooden schoolhouse known as the Goodyear School. Miss Lynch was the first-grade teacher and also the first teacher I came into contact with.
During my second year of school the School Committee decided to build a new building across the street from the old one, so when I returned to school the fall of my third year, I had a new desk and a new teacher to look and grin at.
Just as I was getting used to this nice new school, I had to pack my belongings and hike to the new Junior High about a mile’s distance away. Ever since then I’ve remained in this school except that I’ve graduated from the Junior to the Senior High.
During my Sophomore year at Senior High, I found it hard to get my lessons because I was supposed to wear glasses which I didn’t do, so consequently I had to stay back once. Now I’m doing fine in school and haven’t had a pink card yet.
During the future years of comfort and joy
I shall look back on the days I spent as a boy
And though I may linger with the children of
I shall think of another childhood far, far away.
Chapter IV: My Most Dangerous Exploit
How would you like to be invited to be a pillow of a cruiser on a trip to the Isle of Shoal? You would? So did I. The cruiser was a handsome seaworthy craft. She was a double Starr Marine-powered cruiser with forward and aft cabins. It accommodated eight people. Besides myself there were seven others besides me. The wife, sister, two brothers, son and daughter of the owner and the owner himself. The son was on the type of lazy rich man’s son. He had absolutely no accomplishments to his credit except swimming, and he was a veritable pest during the entire voyage.
The hazards of this trip were few but exciting. The above-mentioned pest proved himself to be quite incapable of hoisting anchor. When told to do so he proceeded to brace his feet against the anchor post and tug futile at the anchor chain. The boat began to swing away from the anchor. Being novice, he continued to pull all the harder. He was abruptly tossed head over heels into the briny deep where he floundered like a huge gasping salmon until the boat swung back into the boarding positions. A bedrenched and bewildered boy was quickly hustled into dry clothing and he staid in his cabin to think over his first unsuccessful experience as a sailor.
We were going along smoothly when suddenly I noticed the boat beginning to take a wide circle to the starboard side. When a boat is propelled by two screws located one on each side. The slackening of one screw would cause the boat to swing toward that side. When I noticed that the boat was turning in circles I immediately started to search for the cause of the condition. To avert calamity I temporarily plugged a hole in the gas tank of one engine and headed for shore, where I obtained a new gas tank and continued my journey.
Upon reaching our destination, we sent to the harbor master from whom we procured a anchorage for three days. One of my important social affairs while at the Isle of Shoals was a Naval Reception Ball. Because of lack of interest in this affair, I sneaked away with the daughter of the owner of the boat and went to the wharves. This proved to be much more interesting than the ball.
Our return trip was uneventful except when we tried to argue with a school of purpoises which we ran into about half way home. After decapitating a majority of them, we victoriously continued our journey.
Dangers are many
Dangers are great
But I will meet any
And cowardice I hate.