I had missed the book lying quietly and innocently there on a shelf in a glass case at the auction house. It was overshadowed by two noisy shelves above it with Shirley Temple photos, Shirley…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in Black history, Civil War, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, and Movies
I had missed the book lying quietly and innocently there on a shelf in a glass case at the auction house. It was overshadowed by two noisy shelves above it with Shirley Temple photos, Shirley…
Walking into the auction house was like walking into animal kingdom. The animals were all missing but their furs had been left behind. I’d been to only one other auction where this many furs were…
I was looking through the box lots at the auction house when my auction buddy Janet hurried toward me. She’d found a book in another room with prints by African American artist Lois Mailou Jones.…
Posted in Culture, jewelry, and Personal items
The pawnshops were nothing like what I expected. You could find a pawn shop down nearly every street, and most of them had websites too, so I’m definitely having a look at them. There are…
It was like digging for buried treasure. The auctioneer had already passed the long row of pictures propped against an outside wall of the garage. Nobody wanted any of them, not even for $2. I…
I wasn’t sure if the stuff hanging on the wooden spinning wheel was real hair or a synthetic wig. But it looked out of place there on a piece of equipment that I associate with…
More than a year ago, two photos by Teenie Harris were up for sale at Swann Auction Galleries in New York. The photos slipped past me, because I didn’t know his name. One was a photo…
The cute little girl with the dimples and 56 curls had faded as an actress by the time I was born. So I don’t recall Shirley Temple and her movie heyday. By the time I…
Posted in bottles, collectibles, and Figurines
Someone had removed the turkey’s head. It was lying there exposed next to two other ceramic decanters of Wild Turkey bourbon. Maybe an auction-buyer had lifted it out of its cradle to take a closer…
The tiny spoons lying there amiss on the auction table reminded me of a woman’s hair tousled by the wind. They were scattered, without order, as if someone had just tossed them about along with their…