The Coke posters were a hit. They were tucked between a glass case and some other tall auction items, almost obstructed from easy viewing. My auction buddy Janet had already seen them (I was too…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in collectibles, and Ephemera/Paper/Documents
The Coke posters were a hit. They were tucked between a glass case and some other tall auction items, almost obstructed from easy viewing. My auction buddy Janet had already seen them (I was too…
Posted in Art
Her feet were jaunty, mimicking the I-don’t-take-no-mess jut of her right knee, the straight-up proud stance of her body and the downward jab of her index fingers. Girlfriend seemed to be making a strong point.…
Posted in collectibles, and Figurines
I’m not much of a dog person – I have no pets – but I do have friends and family members who’ve had those cute white poodles. They are lovely little animals and they seem…
Posted in Art
A few years ago, I went to the Hudson Valley Garlic Festival in Saugerties, NY, with some friends. One of those friends had told me about it because she knows I love garlic, and had…
I was going through a box lot from auction recently when I came across a few 45 rpms. Most were children’s records – “Old MacDonald,” “Clementine,” “Rudolph” (on red vinyl) and “Frosty the Snowman” on…
Posted in Crafts
As soon as I saw the eight to 10 trays of glass grapes under the auction table, I was stumped. What would you do with them? Dust them off too often or let them just…
I drove to New York yesterday for the Swann Auction Galleries’ sale of African American fine art with my art-auction buddy Kristin. I hadn’t planned to go to this one, but there were some pieces I…
Ron O’Neal looked out from the “Super Fly” poster at the auction house in all his grandness – the same way I remembered him from the 1970s in his long coat, matching wide-brimmed hat, quarter-moon…
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…
Posted in Black history, Culture, and Games
I never “got” bridge. The game was as foreign to me as the language of Mandarin. It always seemed too complicated for a game of cards, for heaven’s sakes. Give me a hand of Spades or…