Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
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The gold ball was colorful but un-enticing there among the cataloged items on the auction table, looking too much like an oversized Christmas ornament. Nothing interesting about something to hang on a tree for a…
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When I first saw the group of items on the table, I was drawn to the colored labels bearing numbers and id’s. They reminded me of deaccession tags that accompanied the stuff that museums consigned to auctions to raise…
The stuffed cat with green eyes and red candy-cane stripes was neatly packed in a plastic bag, tied with a white thread to keep out the dust and dirt. I had bypassed it on my…
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The round stick on the table had a bizarre look about it. It was about 18″ to 20″ long, tapered like a cane or walking stick but too short to be either. The head had sharp projections jutting from it…
I don’t know how I missed the poster. It was propped up right smack in front of me against the wall but I was looking down, enamored with the vintage model Chevys, Fords, Thunderbirds and Cadillacs.…
When I first saw the small tablet-size sculptures on the table, they reminded me of the paper packets that gardeners stick in the ground to help them remember what they planted. These pieces seemed to have…
“Fellas, everybody having a good time,” Fred Wesley called out. Yeah, the crowd cheered at the top of their voices. “Are you having a real good time,” he shouted through the cheers. “Ladies and gentlemen,…
The magazine-size book was tucked beneath a group of other papers. I found it because I always troll through ephemera at auction. For me, it’s like peeling back the layers of a mystery; I never know…
The wooden sculpture was taller than me, and thicker. The wood was dark, heavy, rough to the touch. It stood in a corner just beyond a wide door that led to another room in the…
