The question posed: Is there an antique you let get away? You passed up the opportunity to buy it and kicked yourself over it later?
The first thing that I ever let get away was a beautiful pair of Bristol vases. Shortly after I was married in 1967, we visited my husband’s favorite antique shop in Fitzwilliam, N.H., owned by Ted Kohler.
Although I had always loved antiques, I was shy and didn’t ask the price of the vases. Of course when we went the next time they were gone.
For years Ted taught us everything he could, stressed the importance of studying and building up a reference library. From him I learned to always share knowledge with others and have made many wonderful friends through the years.
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To the question of a favorite flea-market find, I’m rather of a mind to answer of my favorite market (which should be a topic all-inclusive of itself delving into the origins of such).
My choice of vast variety was the Liberty State Park Collector’s Expo and Convention Showcase, which was held until the ominous 9/11. Since then, and most recently, I’ve emailed Stella Shows Management to try and re-instate this great showcase. Here was a grand array of dealers running the gamut from toys to furniture, matchbook covers to paintings. Fine, pleasant people to know, good food and sight-seeing to boot.
There are other excellent shows along in NY, but for me it will remain the Liberty State Park gathering. Wonderful and bargains to find as well.
A fine flea market was held at Westfield NJ train station, where I vended several times
Thank you for a continuing excellent newspaper which hallmarks the old Toy Shop and Joel Sater’s Antique News.
Shorty (via email)
I arrived at the March 29th Atlantique City Show with a mission (perhaps a capital M is called for). After a very difficult few years I finally had the perfect job. My new job as a Women’s Health Nurse Practitioner actually started March 31. I was looking for a WWI Nurse poster to decorate my new office. I own three but they were purchased more than 20 years ago and in three much smaller venues.
Upon my arrival at the convention center I obtained a map and started a search. I quickly realized the layout/map/lack of elaboration in the titles would doom me. Returning to the entry spot the most delightful woman moved heaven and earth to narrow the field.
With an annotated map in hand I found the right dealer in less than 30 minutes. In the intervening years the price of a WWI poster had tripled. However, there was a pristine WWII poster for the Nurse Cadet Corp. My mother often spoke of that program with such longing. She was a frustrated nurse and I wore her Red Cross Volunteer apron and cap when I was a little girl.
The poster is the star of my office and in memory of a woman who inspired both daughters and two nieces to become nurses.
I can’t imagine not returning to Atlantique City!
Deirdre Mae Micker
Someone once asked me what was the best thing I’d ever found at a garage sale. Without hesitation I answered, “Ed.” My husband and I had lost touch with friends and didn’t even know they’d moved to our town. I saw Ed next door to a garage sale where I was shopping.
That was 25 years ago and we have been great friends since – even godparents to their daughter.
Willow Springs, Mo.