My Mother's Passion
My Mother and Aunt Marie use to go to the antique auctions when I was little.
After the dinner dishes were done, she would race off with a smile, with high hopes written all over her face.
A 1920s blue glass beaded evening bag- $5
An oak dresser with a swivel mirror for $35-
Grey freckled tin ware- my Aunt Marie's passion way back then.
And a trumpet were some of the bids they won that 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 toot around seven in the morning to wake-up my four brothers and I.
The sound was
too harsh 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 acquisitions.
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Photo and text by Corey Amaro: Photo: An 18th century
engraving that I bought in an antique shop in Aix en Provence.
Where
does cupid point his arrow in your life?
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