When I was a young man in Allentown, for a few years I operated a small antique store on N. 7th Street. In between waiting for an occasional customer, I would set up shop at one flea market or another. At some point in those years I packed away the inventory, and went on to another interest, photography.
Move ahead fifty years, and I'm now faced with the proverbial downsizing. I billed my yard sale this past weekend as antiques, curios and collectables. I believe that the few attendees thought that they stumbled upon their great grandfather's attic, and that what I really needed was a dumpster.
In the process of setting up the sale, I unpacked a box of old bottles from the long ago store on 7th Street. Inside I found a Howdy Doody Bottle in great condition. None of my few customers noticed the bottle, and if they had, none would had any idea of who or what was Howdy Doody. On closer inspection, it wasn't even Howdy Doody after all, but rather an embossed Howdy soda bottle from Lehighton, Pa.
Although I can't yet bring myself to rent the dumpster, now there is a Howdy Soda bottle squeezed onto an overcrowded shelf, in one of my overcrowded rooms.
One man's treasures is another's....
ReplyDeleteMaybe you'll get a nibble here.
I have never seen a u-haul behind a hearse. Suggest you pack it all up and send to Florida. It's God's Waiting Room and there are flea markets every weekend jammed with senior folks purchasing their "past remembers" paying huge sums for other folk's junk.
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