When I first saw the small tablet-size sculptures on the table, they reminded me of the paper packets that gardeners stick in the ground to help them remember what they planted. These pieces seemed to have…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
When I first saw the small tablet-size sculptures on the table, they reminded me of the paper packets that gardeners stick in the ground to help them remember what they planted. These pieces seemed to have…
“Fellas, everybody having a good time,” Fred Wesley called out. Yeah, the crowd cheered at the top of their voices. “Are you having a real good time,” he shouted through the cheers. “Ladies and gentlemen,…
The magazine-size book was tucked beneath a group of other papers. I found it because I always troll through ephemera at auction. For me, it’s like peeling back the layers of a mystery; I never know…
The wooden sculpture was taller than me, and thicker. The wood was dark, heavy, rough to the touch. It stood in a corner just beyond a wide door that led to another room in the…
Lately, I?ve been getting in the mail these magazines with cute little babies pictured on the cover. I don?t know why because there?s no newborn in my house. And I haven?t bought any new-baby items…
Posted in Ephemera/Paper/Documents, and food
I did a double-take when I saw the stack of coupons on a tray in a glass case at the auction house. No, I thought to myself, they couldn’t be auctioning old product coupons. But…
Posted in Art
It’s not often that I come across paintings or drawings of Native Americans at auction. And when I do, they’re usually images of chiefs and warriors in native dress, romanticized portraits from the nation’s early…
After a preview recently, my auction buddy Janet and I stopped by a diner that has the best Belgian waffles. Toasty and light, without the need for strawberries, whipped cream or any other topping. As we…
To the naked eye, the planks of wood were just that – slabs of natural wood, two shaped liked a boot, the others with fancy edges. But to the trained eye of an artisan, there stood…