The small round orange and lime stickers pop up like weeds. You can see them on any number of items on the auction tables. They don’t usually bother me because I’m always curious about what people…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in Auction, Books, Children, China, and collectibles
The small round orange and lime stickers pop up like weeds. You can see them on any number of items on the auction tables. They don’t usually bother me because I’m always curious about what people…
Posted in Black history, history, and Kitchen
When I saw the two pendant necklaces, they brought back memories. I had one like them years ago, wearing it to honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. The pendant is a simple inexpensive piece of…
Posted in Architecture/Buildings, Art, Black history, Children, and history
It was a near-moonless night in November when I arrived at Memorial Hall in Fairmount Park for a meeting. This was my first visit to the place, although I had passed through the area many…
Posted in Black history, Children, history, and Records
When I first saw the title, I thought I had misread it. “Little Brave Sambo.” That didn’t sound right. All of the books I had seen about this little boy’s encounter with four tigers were…
The thick and heavy photo albums lay among the even weightier Victorian family Bibles. Many of the Bibles and albums were in dark tones of browns and blacks tempered with gold leaf, except for two.…
Someone was trying to channel the famous graffiti-artist-turned-international-star Jean-Michel Basquiat – both in style and canvas. Basquiat painted on anything he could find – buildings, trains, doors, briefcases, tires, the walls of his girlfriend’s house, her clothes,…
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…