Saturday, April 23, 2011
Years ago, I took by brother with me to an auction taking place way out in the country. There were wonderful old things – authentic, early antiques; one family’s accumulations spanning three generations. I met up with a couple fellow antiquers, and we were all taken by a huge, early, hand decorated yellowware bowl with several big chips around the top and a crack going down one side. As we were passing it back and forth, my brother, who gives the same respect to antiques he would give an illegitimate maggot, just had to chime in: “It’s busted and should be thrown in the trash.” Yet we were undeterred in our admiration.
