40 cm Porcelain Hobo Clown -Worker Who Wanders

I pulled this little guy out yesterday from a box to check out and he seems to still be in excellent condition. He came from Scottsdale Arizona from Heritage Mint. Ltd.
He's made from Bisque porcelain. I don't know if that's good or bad but I like him. He kinda grows on you lol.
I have his friend I still need to find. I should give him a name but can't think of one. The box says Wilbur.A group the Traveling Wilburys sing train songs so I guess Wilbur is famous name in the Hobo world.

Usually I collect dolls to display at certain times of the year. I have always wanted to make some dolls but the farthest I ever got was making Raggedy Anne.
I love Raggedy Anne dolls and maybe will go back to making her one day.

Right now I am in dire need of display cases so one day this will be my project. Once I take the dolls out to display I can put them away, easier with the display case. The only thing is It would have to have a place for the original box the doll came in as well.

I hope the weather coming your way is not too cold. Here in BC it is chilly but we have no snow.
I sure do not envy people having to go to work today. lol Most of the battle is to get there and to come back home.

Our stereotypes of the tramp as being lazy, stupid, alcoholic, freight train jumping bums has much to do with vaudeville, comedians, and clowns.

Yet there did develop a tramp or hobo culture in the late 1800's, and well into the tramps of the1900's. This culture had a lot to do about railroads & developed it's own sign and spoken language, music, poetry, customs and rough justice system. Americans were on the move, leaving farms, traveling north, south east and west.

The Great Depression saw many young people leaving home and hopping trains.

They wrote letters you could read:

How Americans Survived the Great Depression

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Father Delany was walking home after his sermon late one night when he came upon this intoxicated tramp on the sidewalk. Wanting to help, he asked the man, "Do you live here?"

"Yesh," the man slowly replied.

"Would you like me to help you upstairs?" the father asked.

"Yesh," the man slowly sputtered.

When they got up on the second floor he asked, "Is this your floor?"

"Yesh," again the man replied.

Then Father Delany got to thinking that maybe he didn't want to face the man's irate wife because she may think he was the one who got the man drunk. So, he opened the first door he came to
and shoved him through it, then went back downstairs.

But lo and behold when he went back outside, there was another tramp lying on the sidewalk. So he asked that man, "Do you live here?"

"Yesh."

"Would you like me to help you upstairs?"

"Yesh."

So he did and put him in the same door with the first tramp. Then went back downstairs, where, to his surprise, there was another tramp.

So he started over to him. But before he got to him, the tramp staggered over to a policeman and cried, "For God's sake, offisher, protect me from thish man. He'sh been doing nothing all night long but takin' me upstairsh and throwing me down the elevator shaft!"



Norman Rockwell - Hobo

And that's the long and short of it.:)