I couldn’t tell whether the photos of dogs and their owners had been collected by someone as a group or pulled together from disparate lots by the auction house. But there they were, about a dozen…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
I couldn’t tell whether the photos of dogs and their owners had been collected by someone as a group or pulled together from disparate lots by the auction house. But there they were, about a dozen…
Every now and then on Facebook, a relative of mine posts a photo of himself or herself standing next to their new BMW or Mercedes or a bright red Hummer. Showing it off is a…
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The boxes of photo albums were in separate spots on the outside tables at the auction house. As I rounded the corner of each table, I found another album, then another, and then another. Some…
Posted in Black history, civil rights movement, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, and Photos
few years ago, I bumped into an African American woman who told me that her aunt was a member of the Women’s Army Corp during World War II. I knew that there were not many…
Posted in collectibles, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, Photos, Politics, and Records
I heard the man’s voice and recognized it instantly. An auction regular, he was standing right next to me at the auction table, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the…
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…
Posted in Black history, Books, Children, history, and Photos
Leslie did most of the crying. She wouldn’t sit still for the shoot by famed baby photographer Constance Bannister that day in the early 1960s. Usually, her brother Kevin, about 5 years old, could get her…
I can’t remember the last time I went to an auction and didn’t see one of those small hand-colored landscapes of Wallace Nutting. The colors were usually muted and dull. Among the masses, Nutting was no-doubt…