Charles Dickens could have done justice to the little lady
in Phoenix Oregon. She was the lady in charge of a grand antique shop where she
fit in nicely. Withered and worn like her goods, she knew the story behind every
item. This one can from an estate sale, that one belonged to a man who lived
down the road. It was a world before eBay.
We had to reward her by buying something and so we bought a "Willkie
for President" button. This started us collecting buttons for presidential
losers. That, and “church keys” are our excuses to go into every antique shop, charity
shop and junk store we can find.
The picture above is my favorite hunting grounds. It is the Portabella
Street Market held Saturdays in the Notting Hill section of London.
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