The works were just as far apart in style as they were in locations at the auction house. I saw the colored etching first, its image of two string-playing musicians peppered with age spots on the…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
The works were just as far apart in style as they were in locations at the auction house. I saw the colored etching first, its image of two string-playing musicians peppered with age spots on the…
I was ambling along the weather-beaten plank walkway above the back lot of the auction house. The day was blue-sky clear, and the sun was turning from warm to sweaty hot as I scanned the items…
I often get emails from readers who are overjoyed at stumbling onto a blog post that awakens a pleasant memory. That was the case for two emails I got recently. They pertained to whimsical creations…
“Transportation Of Dead Bodies.” The words snapped me to attention as I edged around the auction table to take a closer look at the box lot of papers. Someone had placed the official-looking document flat and neat inside a…
Posted in Dolls, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, Performers, and Sports
Fridays at Auction Finds is readers’ questions day. I try to guide readers to resources to help them determine the value of their items. I’m not able to appraise their treasures, but I can do…
The black sculpted head was almost lost among the pile of stuff on the auction table. Maybe that’s why I had walked right past it during my first preview of items that were hours away…
Posted in African American women, and Photos
Fridays at Auction Finds is readers’ questions day. I try to guide readers to resources to help them determine the value of their items. I’m not able to appraise their treasures, but I can do…
The church building was an anachronism, from its white shingled exterior to its red splintered and weather-beaten main door. Sure, it fitted in well with the rowhouses that surrounded it, but it was no match…