The Black Cat LbNA #16842 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Jul 26, 2005 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Nantucket |
| County: | Nantucket |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Lykos Carisma  |
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| Found by: | graveyard ghost |
| Last found: | Oct 11, 2009 |
| Status: | FOFFm |
| Last edited: | Jul 26, 2005 |
Note: Suprise, suprise, this is the 4th time this letterbox is gone. I'm guessing due to renovations and what not the staff keeps sorting out the books and stealing the letterboxes despite the fact I've asked them not to. Oh, well. When I get the chance to remake this letter box, I will, but for now, consider it missing.
Please don't hesitate to email me if the box is gone. I have a new email at kking2@washcoll.edu.
Please let me know when it's missing! This shall be the Black Cat III with a new stamp design and prize for the first finder. I'm not sure if it goes against the Letterboxer's Creed to actually place a treasure in a letterbox, but this box gets stolen so often that all the history keeps getting erased...
I might as well give the first finder of Black Cat III something to remember it by other than a stamp....before it gets stolen again and the stamp is totally different.
Happy hunting!!
Difficulty: Easy to medium
Terrain: Flat
Note: When you find the box please put it back exactly. Also, try not to let people see you find the box. I think it's fair if I say that it's NOT a microbox. Thank you for being patient with this story-like clue.
Clue:
Follow Mary through the streets of Nantucket to find the prize you seek...
Mary woke up to the sound of the church bells chiming merrily from the first congregational church at the other side of town. She had just arrived on Nantucket the night before on the ferry. Today she was to have brunch with her friend Christen. The windows to the outside were white with fog promising a dreary damp day ahead. Oh well, she thought, and dressed up warmly. She stepped out onto the main street and made her way passed Murry's. She had once purchased port from there for a family get together. She made her way down the brick laid sidewalk, glancing every so often at the displays in the shop windows. She turned the corner in accordance to Christen's vague instructions and passed by a bar filled with so many wonderful smells she thought she'd become drunk on the fragrance. She strolled by beach stores and paused at a cashmere shop by dared not enter any of them for fear of tardiness.
Let's see, right on the corner by a book shop. This must be it. Mary strolled up to the brick building with a smile and glanced at the gold letters above the doorway. Mary did a double take. "How absolutely morbid!" she whispered to herself and pondered whether the family was in the funeral business. After a moment of indecision about whether or not to go in, Mary ascended the steep stairs and into the lobby. Some how the embarrassment of getting the wrong place wasn't as bad as asking a tourist if she had the right address.
Fortunately, it was the right place after all. Christen wasn't there yet, so Mary entered a cozy sitting area to the left of the entrence hall and waited for her friend. Mary eased herself into a comfortable looking red chair glad to be warm and dry. Minutes ticked by and Mary's thoughts strayed to the possible causes of delay her friend might have run into. Car crash? No, she would walk like Mary did. Mugging? Not likely. Christen was the type to stop by the Atheneum and borrow a book on the way to her engagements.
Books, Mary loved books as well. She reminisced about a particular series she had loved as a child. 'The DollHouse Mysteries' it was called. How wonderful those books had been. Her favorite character had always been the marvelous black cat in the series who had always helped in some way to solve the mystery.
Suddenly, she turned her head and there to the right of the fireplace and left of the wall was the black Cat. How interesting, she thought, and reached out if only to stroke its spine.
All at once Christen glided into the room, dressed in sunday attire.
"Mary! Look at you!" She said enthusiastically. "It's been such a long time!"
"It has. Too long." Mary agreed giving her friend a heartfelt hug. It wasn't long before a table was ready and Mary and Christen sat down to have brunch.
Please don't hesitate to email me if the box is gone. I have a new email at kking2@washcoll.edu.
Please let me know when it's missing! This shall be the Black Cat III with a new stamp design and prize for the first finder. I'm not sure if it goes against the Letterboxer's Creed to actually place a treasure in a letterbox, but this box gets stolen so often that all the history keeps getting erased...
I might as well give the first finder of Black Cat III something to remember it by other than a stamp....before it gets stolen again and the stamp is totally different.
Happy hunting!!
Difficulty: Easy to medium
Terrain: Flat
Note: When you find the box please put it back exactly. Also, try not to let people see you find the box. I think it's fair if I say that it's NOT a microbox. Thank you for being patient with this story-like clue.
Clue:
Follow Mary through the streets of Nantucket to find the prize you seek...
Mary woke up to the sound of the church bells chiming merrily from the first congregational church at the other side of town. She had just arrived on Nantucket the night before on the ferry. Today she was to have brunch with her friend Christen. The windows to the outside were white with fog promising a dreary damp day ahead. Oh well, she thought, and dressed up warmly. She stepped out onto the main street and made her way passed Murry's. She had once purchased port from there for a family get together. She made her way down the brick laid sidewalk, glancing every so often at the displays in the shop windows. She turned the corner in accordance to Christen's vague instructions and passed by a bar filled with so many wonderful smells she thought she'd become drunk on the fragrance. She strolled by beach stores and paused at a cashmere shop by dared not enter any of them for fear of tardiness.
Let's see, right on the corner by a book shop. This must be it. Mary strolled up to the brick building with a smile and glanced at the gold letters above the doorway. Mary did a double take. "How absolutely morbid!" she whispered to herself and pondered whether the family was in the funeral business. After a moment of indecision about whether or not to go in, Mary ascended the steep stairs and into the lobby. Some how the embarrassment of getting the wrong place wasn't as bad as asking a tourist if she had the right address.
Fortunately, it was the right place after all. Christen wasn't there yet, so Mary entered a cozy sitting area to the left of the entrence hall and waited for her friend. Mary eased herself into a comfortable looking red chair glad to be warm and dry. Minutes ticked by and Mary's thoughts strayed to the possible causes of delay her friend might have run into. Car crash? No, she would walk like Mary did. Mugging? Not likely. Christen was the type to stop by the Atheneum and borrow a book on the way to her engagements.
Books, Mary loved books as well. She reminisced about a particular series she had loved as a child. 'The DollHouse Mysteries' it was called. How wonderful those books had been. Her favorite character had always been the marvelous black cat in the series who had always helped in some way to solve the mystery.
Suddenly, she turned her head and there to the right of the fireplace and left of the wall was the black Cat. How interesting, she thought, and reached out if only to stroke its spine.
All at once Christen glided into the room, dressed in sunday attire.
"Mary! Look at you!" She said enthusiastically. "It's been such a long time!"
"It has. Too long." Mary agreed giving her friend a heartfelt hug. It wasn't long before a table was ready and Mary and Christen sat down to have brunch.