“Carmen, remember these,” a woman called out to her friend as she stopped at a flea-market table this weekend. She picked up a red-handle egg beater and started twirling the little knob, setting the wheel…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in collectibles, and Kitchen
“Carmen, remember these,” a woman called out to her friend as she stopped at a flea-market table this weekend. She picked up a red-handle egg beater and started twirling the little knob, setting the wheel…
Posted in collectibles, and Personal items
When vintage umbrellas come up at auction, I usually ignore them. These were made for keeping the rain at bay and many are usually tattered or torn. So, I bypass them. At auction recently, though, umbrellas arranged…
Posted in Kitchen
Some years ago when I was scouting around for a house to buy, I was ushered into the kitchen of one with a huge white cabinet that took up one full wall. It was a…
Posted in Art
When you touch what was once in the hands of an artist, the things he cared for and preserved, are you also feeling a part of him? That’s what I was wondering this week as…
Posted in Art
A month or so ago, I bidded on and won at auction a set of filmstrips from the New York World’s Fair in 1939. There were several small boxes of films with views from the…
Posted in Ephemera/Paper/Documents, and Photos
Once, when I joined some friends on one of those two-hour ship excursions in the middle of the bay in Tampa, FL, the tour company had each party to stop and pose for those silly photos.…
Posted in Art, collectibles, Home, and Kitchen
Every now and then when I’m at an auction, some items on a table seem to just will me to stop. Maybe it’s a shape. Or a color. Or an unusual collection of “something.” Recently,…
The car was a hideous turquoise. But the garish color did compel me to look at the 1965 Volkswagen Beetle parked there in the middle of the auction-house floor – surrounded by some of its parts.…
Posted in Black history, and Sports
When I first saw the NY ballplayer’s photo on a tray at auction recently, I was hoping he was a Negro Leaguer. I have a black-and-white group photo of black players in the 1924 Colored World Series, but not…
I was waiting for the art auction at Freeman’s Auctioneers to end after about two hours, tired, when up on the video screen flashed a lovely painting with a dark face smack in the middle.…