I became a Boxcar Children fan when I was seven years old. The series, which has hypnotized young readers since 1924, follows the adventures of four clever and resourceful orphans who set up their new domicile in a…wait for it…wait for it…abandoned boxcar!
As with many series characters, the kids seemed to tread water in terms of aging no matter how many mysteries they solved. (In this, they have much in common with Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone who has been in her mid-thirties for nearly three decades.) I imagine that if/when they finally did get all grown-up and successful, they probably brought some emotional baggage along from their boxcar days.
Baggage such as demanding, for the rest of their lives, that any house they occupied, great or small, have doors that look like this:
Abandoned boxcars, Pembine. I rapped on the doors, but the kids were out.
Love these.
Thanks!
You have a keen painterly eye….these are paintings, just the right amount of Cerulean Blue and Hansa Yellow Medium! Loved those Boxcar kids too.
Thank you, Marjorie. The color caught my eye and the gridwork sealed the deal.
Your doors are evolving. Nice literary connection.
Thank you. Cars are about a block from that French restaurant “Paris in Pembine.”
love this…taps old childhood memories of trains and boxcars.
Thank you, Warren.