Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in collectibles, history, and Personal items
I don’t get the allure of Nazi memorabilia. Hitler and his SS forces were some of the most vilest people on the face of the earth. So why would anyone want to even touch the…
Posted in Music, and Performers
I had spotted the Hohner harmonica while digging through a box lot of junk in back of an auction house this week. There were about 10 long rows, a field of brown water-soaked boxes (and…
I think a soul has been deposited inside the yellow pitcher I left on my piano when I returned after an auction recently. Why else would it make me feel so good when I pass by it…
Posted in Movies, and Personal items
I heard from a Fuller Brush Woman the other day. She had read my post about the Fuller Brush Man letter opener that I had found among some small items in a box lot at…
Posted in Art
I dropped by an art auction last weekend sponsored by one of Philadelphia’s oldest African American art galleries. A friend told me about it; it was only about 15 minutes from where I lived, so I…
From the photos, the 1950s rancher looked to be in excellent well-maintained condition. I could tell by the clean red-brick exterior and the neatly landscaped lawn. Someone had taken special care of this home. The…
Oh no, I thought as the auctioneer started moving disparate items into a lot. He was desperately trying to sell some unsellable junk on the auction table and no one was biting. First, he slid…
Posted in Movies
Nobody wanted the Lena Horne fan, my auction buddy Janet told me. She had pointed out the fan early on, lying on top of a tray of stuff under a table at the auction house.…
Posted in Broadway plays, and Performers
My cousin Raymond was a “crack-you-up-in-a-minute” storyteller, even if he told the same story over and over again. Just like Denzel Washington in August Wilson’s wonderful play “Fences,” now on Broadway. Raymond would tell about how…
I was making a second pass-by of an enclosed glass case at auction this week when I stopped in my tracks. There, on the bottom shelf were what looked like dentures (or false teeth) in…
