The “antique bug”

When I was a kid, most of my weekends were spent with my folks at farm auctions.  At first, my sister and I would wonder the fields playing until she would give out and plop down under a tree to read.  I would head for the auction ring.

By the time I was 8, my mom was allowing me to bid for her—raise my hand and yell out her bid.  I was also allowed to bid on an item own—some robot or baseball bat—something cheap.  The kindly auctioneer would always make sure I won the bid.

By the time I was in high school, I was the bidder for the family and known by area auction goers as that “young kid.”  Mom began to ask my opinion—but question it a bit when my treasure often included a stack or two of broken dishes.

But I learned and I loved it.  I still do.  Visit Wisdom Lane Antiques to see some of the antiques that I have found.