The man, an auction-goer whom I had chatted with quite often at one of my favorite auction houses, came up to me as I stood waiting for an item to come up for bids. Were…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
The man, an auction-goer whom I had chatted with quite often at one of my favorite auction houses, came up to me as I stood waiting for an item to come up for bids. Were…
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The notebook lying on the auction table was about more than just the postcards. I recognized that instantly when I flipped open the cover, which had the label “Ladies Postcards.” Sure, there were postcards inside, lots…
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Two weeks ago, I wrote about pairs and pairs of alligator, lizard and ostrich shoes that were up for sale at auction. The story and photos pricked the memory of one reader whose uncle’s wardrobe of…
The shoes were lined up neatly on the auction table, atop their original boxes, about 25 pairs of them. I had seen women shoes at auction before but never such a large number of men’s.…
The shoes were like a magnet. Two big black metal behemoths that overwhelmed the auction house table. I moved in to take a closer look, not sure what to make of them. They looked like…
I found myself going back to the auction table – once, then again, then again. I picked up the neat pen and ink drawings of women in what looked like very expensive clothes. The drawings…
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The two wedding dresses were lying on top of a box under a back table at the auction house. I was surprised to find them because it’s not often that I see new – and…
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I?ve never been a fur coat kind of woman. Stoles and long mink coats never really appealed to me, and I never understood the attraction. Some years ago when I was a newspaper recruiter, I…
I have a friend who bleeds red. Not in the color of blood but the apple red color of her sorority Delta Sigma Theta. I have another friend who bleeds pink and green – as…
That cute green flapper dress was speaking to me. It was silk, beaded, with flaps around the bottom that I could imagine easily parting with my every step. And twirling when I turned, the whole dress…