I couldn't have been more than 10 yrs old when my Dad announced to the family that he'd found an old building downtown. He'd just gotten the keys to the big old building that day. He was finally going to make his dream happen. He was opening an Antique Shop.
I recall "working" in that shop every weekend all weekend for a bologna sandwich and a bottle of red cream soda from the grocer next door. Since the Shop opened at 10:00 AM, my Dad felt it was mandatory to be there at 8:00 each morning.
Just Me - Just As I Am
Perhaps it was my Father's little Shop that instilled a deep love of antiques in me. Dad used to tell his customers; "Talk to her! She'll tell you." And I always did. It didn't seem to matter whether my description was accurate or not,Dad's customers thought it was great that this skinny little runt of a kid with red-cream-soda stained lips was pointing out the craftsmanship in that old Dinette set or making the them stoop to their hands and knees to see how the chairs were underneath the seats.
I learned to love antiques and I was always eager to hear the story behind each new piece. Some things never change. Dad's shop has been closed for years but I still haunt the Antique shops every chance I get. I still get a rush when I walk into a shop and smell that familiar scent of Old English on old wood.
There are a lot of good people on ebay!!! Thanks to all too numerous to mention!
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