Post #143545 by Hau 'oli Tiki on Sat, Feb 26, 2005 9:18 PM

I can see my granchildren pawing through Peir 1, Cost Plus and Target Psuedo World Bazarr crud at the Thrift!

I agree with you on the fact that it all got tossed. When I was a kid, my mom took me to visit a client of hers, (she's a conservator/trustee) and this dude had the nicest collection of oceanic. He was probably around 80 at the time (1985). I remeber thinking that I didn't like it and why did old folks always keep their old crap and not get with the times. (!!) I pulled out the photo album a couple of months ago and found some of us visiting him at Christmas. All that I desire is pictured in a faded photo of a guy I barely knew! And me standing there with a sassy look, like, Jeez folks, can we go now? He had some tasty carvings, paintings, pottery, lamps-the whole tamale! I asked my mom what ever happened to him? He died in 1996. His family in Alaska told her to take his household goods and give them to charity. She called Good Shepard and they carted it all away.
So, I will keep searching,as I said before, between the Victorian rocker and the Texas Ware bowls. When I spy that elusive little carving, eyes gleeming from some dusty corner, I'll quitely pick him up and hug him to me. I'll wonder if I've seen him before. A long time ago. And never knew. And part of the thrill will be over, because I have completed a part of my search. It IS the thrill of the hunt! It's an obsession! I want to draw it out and savor it all; the hunting the finding, the claiming, the displaying. After all, at the end of the day, You just have to ask yourself: WWJD?
Gotta go...I hear ice melting.

[ Edited by: Hau 'oli Tiki on 2005-02-26 21:21 ]