My Mother and Aunt Marie use to go to the antique auctions when I was little.
After dinner dishes done, my Mom would race off with a smile, and high hopes written all over her face.
A 1920s blue glass beaded evening bag-
An oak dresser with a swivel mirror for $35-
Grey freckled tin ware-
And a trumpet
were some of the won bids I can recall.
Especially the trumpet.
My Mother used it as our alarm clock…
"da da ta a ta dum da ta da da ta dum!"
She would play the trumpet to wake-up my four brothers and I.
The sound was too raw for the morning light- sleep was out of the question.
It was not the blast of the trumpet that struck my heart for loving to find old things. It was the joy I saw on my Mother’s face, as she would come home late at night, with her arms carrying her latest acquisition.
Happy Birthday Mom.
photo: 18th century engraving aiming at you with love.
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