As my eyes roved over the merchandise, old and new, at a local household auction, they fell upon an enchanting print in an antique frame. The print was a misty pastoral scene of cows grazing in a forest. I had long searched for just the right print to hang on the wall of my...
The image of the milkman delivering bottles of milk and cream to the door is forever etched on the mind of most – even those of us too young to remember such deliveries.
Rationalizing the purchase of antiques and collectibles is often a simple task. Many antiques are a good buy even at full price. When they can be found for less, they’re even a better buy.
The tradition of sending cards dates back a hundred years, perhaps it’s even older. Postcards have long been a way to send holiday cheer to those far away.
Most of us have nostalgic memories of our school days. I wasn’t particularly fond of school, but time has blurred the unpleasant memories and sharpened my memories of the good times.
I spotted the circa 1900 oak kitchen cupboard at an auction. I didn’t need it. I didn’t have a place to put it. I didn’t have the money to spend on it. By all rights I should have just kept on walking – perhaps with my eyes closed.
Recently, I sat down to write a short note of thanks. I noticed how difficult it was for me to make my writing legible. I spend most of my days writing, but like so many I don’t actually write. I type on a keyboard.
One of my most vivid boyhood memories is of walking up to Winslow Elementary School for the Fall Festival. The festival always coincided with Halloween.
“Oh for the carefree days of yesteryear when grandmother spent her days cheerfully ironing the all cotton clothes of grandfather and their 12 children.” Such a nostalgic portrait of the past can only be painted by someone who wasn’t there and has never ironed clothes.
As a writer, I know all about surviving on a shoestring budget. My income is enough to pay my monthly expenses and that’s about it. If my column happens not to run for a month, I find myself wondering how I’m going to pay my phone bill.