There’s no other explanation, really, how I got from there to here. It all started when I was a little kid, six or seven years old probably.
My dad’s father, Grandpa Jones, had a side business selling collectibles — mainly Hummel figurines and imported plates from Denmark.
Every few months, I went with him to the various antique shows where he would set up his stand, and while he and my grandmother patiently chatted up other seniors about B & G commemoratives,I would go exploring on my own the other stands in the convention center.
What I was drawn to were old Life magazines from the 1930s to ’50s, with the beautiful full-page color ads and fascinating black and white photos from around the world.
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