Welcome to the Tiki Central 2.0 Beta. Read the announcement
Celebrating classic and modern Polynesian Pop

Tiki Central / Collecting Tiki / Witco Furniture

Post #142467 by tikicar on Tue, Feb 22, 2005 5:22 AM

You are viewing a single post. Click here to view the post in context.
T

Hi Sven: That is an interesting question. My dad says he picked out the bar and furniture. He went to church my mom didn't. He pretty much bought the set the way it was displayed. But I wouldn't really say my dad has any taste in furniture. My mom was the person who decorated all the time. My dad worked alot of hours when we were kids (still does and I work with him) He would come home after 9 or 10 at night. He did come home for dinner at 5 then went back to the car lot. It was just a mile or so from the house. Anyway he could trip over the furniture when he got home because my mom was always rearanging stuff. The stuff my dad picked out was always more fun I guess you would say. The second house we lived in the Tiki furniture was in the living room. Mostly Christmas or get togethers is when it was used. I remember opening presents on the tiger rug in front of the fireplace with Christmas decorations on the bar. I wish there were pictures. My mom tossed everything. There are probably only 10 or less pictures of me and my brother as kids. The Tv was in the family room. That room had a 50s theme. Happy days on TV and my parents were kids in the 50s. We had a old seeburg jukebox, A large bowling machine that took up half the wall on one side. Then the other half of the room a more country theme with big wood furniture. Wagon wheel coffee table (I laugh everytime I watch when Harry met Sally) An orange ski resort style modern fireplace. It was cool as a kid but now I think confusing. So your answer I think my parents liked stuff but as for style. Well no. I don't think either one had the best taste or at least could really put stuff together. We all hated the Oriental themed living room except my mom. That is why I like the stuff I do. We try to have our house furnished like you lived in it. Not a store. So we have some extra pieces in the basement but if we find something we like better we replace something. The Tiki room is taking shape but it takes time. We have only been in this house alittle over a year.

Now don't think I am busting on my parents. They did a good job raising both my brother and I. My brother was born two weeks after my dad graduated high school. They were actually secretly married the last 3 months of high school. This was 1962. My dad worked hard to provide for us. He was a very succuessful buiness owner. And a very honest one and still is. I was born in 1968. Another mistake child. My parents stayed together untill I was 13. I think that was long enough. I hold no bad feelings about their divorce. I actually feel sad because of all the stuff they missed out on having all that responsability so young. Also as you know life was different back then. Kids went outside to play. Even in the winter time. No cable or video games. I was on my motorcycle at age 5 and as long as my school work was done. I was riding.
According to my dad. There were three Young brothers. I drove by the store yesterday. It is all boarded up. but all the signs are still on it. In youk we have a big Fair in September. It is the countrys oldest Fair and it is huge. Up untill about 10 years ago the Fairgrounds were only used a few times a year. Now they call it the York Expo center and has stuff going on every weekend. Anyway. Youngs always had a furniture display in a room in the bottom of the Grandstands. They always had pictures around the walls of years past. I never saw any show Tiki stuff but lots of modern stuff. I will try to get to the Library and see if I can find some old ads for you. They were a small store so I doubt they had the budget for big newspaper ads.
I will check out that magazine. I used to subscribe to Atomic magazine. I guess it folded because they stopped sending them. Also Echos was a good magazine as well. Thanks for the Tip. Scott