Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in Home, Personal items, and Trinket box
The frogs were the stars in the glass case at the auction house. They were textured with tiny bumps, and gold-tone in color with tiny emerald rhinestones all over their bodies. There was a paperweight…
Years ago, whenever my friend Elaine encountered a small Buddha statue, she’d rub its belly for good luck. It was a round pot-belly, smooth and exposed, likely touched too many times by too many people with…
Posted in collectibles, Equipment, history, and Work
The machine was filthy, dusty and battered, but when I saw the plunger I knew exactly what it was. Anyone who’s seen Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner in the Looney Tunes animated series…
The publicity photo of a young African American woman seemed out of place in the box. The large photo was lying at the bottom, hidden by a stack of smaller-sized cabinet cards of African Americans from…
The half-box of cards was on the bottom shelf, and I could see a stack of sepia photos of African Americans in it. I asked the auctioneer for the box – it was inside one…
