I have loved antiques for a long time, but I did not always have such affection for them. When I was a young adult, I was into the “simple life” and delicate antiques seemed an encumbrance that would slow down my youthful mobility. I remember being given some nice ones by relatives and refusing to accept them.
However, that attitude changed once I started housekeeping and raising a family. I accepted a tiny porcelain doll discarded by my Uncle Buford. It was in pieces and I kept it for years in a paper bag in a dresser drawer where I would encounter it each time we made another move to a new Navy posting. One day, somewhere in Corpus Christi, Texas, I spotted a sign for a doll hospital . I admitted my little treasure for reconstructive surgery and the doll doctor made such a fuss over the beauty of my old bisque plaything, that an interest in doll collecting was ignited for me. The rest as they say is history.
This edited picture of me was originally taken by my friend Grace Karish at another friend’s house where we had a Show & Tell of our antiques, about seven or eight years ago. I am describing my old 19th century tin and wood foot-warmer that I think I found in Newport, Rhode Island. The silver baby rattle hanging from my neck is 18th century silver that I found in Lisbon, Portugal in the 1980s.
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