Here you see an image of my personal bookplate. Ownership in ‘books or documents’ go back many centuries with the modern forms sprouting out in the middle ages. Books at this time were extremely rare and precious, favoured by the elite of society, and displayed ownership helped to fend off loss or theft. This of course didn't always work so around this very time, some bookplates included curses upon those who didn't return them to their proper owner. They usually bear some personal markings, at time coat of arms, if one were of that ilk. I express no linkage to royalty, but have created my own ‘coat of arms’; well sort of.
In mine is a shark tooth from a Synodontaspis lilliae which lived about 90 million years ago. This was the first new species I described. Above that is a skull of a hesperornithiform bird. I later named two new species belonging to this group,Pasquiaornis hardei and P. tankei. Above the skull is a jaw of a rodent from the Eocene of Saskatchewan, the only specimen named after me: Pseudotomus timmys. Yes, I have a giant rat named after me. On the left side is the skull of a crocodile I collected from the Carrot River, a crocodile from the Cretaceous, some 95 million years ago. A 22 footer, and though it wasn't a new species, it caused the rearrangement of that group of crocodiles, finally ending with a new combination of a name; Terminonaris robusta. And below that in the bottom left corner is an artist rendering of that crocodile.
I have been very humbled by the many fossils the staff of the RSM, the people of Saskatchewan and I have found. This includes probably the biggest project in my life, the Tyrannosaurus rex named Scotty. This dinosaur has been tied to me since its first bones were found in 1991. Why haven’t I included this in my bookplate? Don’t know. Maybe I will know when I finally write its deserving book.