Here’s where I will be the first weekend in April.
I was not born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I sure was raised to appreciate them. My parents began gathering antiques as early as I can remember. By the time mom died, she’d amassed an amazing collection of silver, beautiful pieces reaching back centuries.
Then when dad died, one-third of mom’s silver collection became mine. A few of the pieces I had always coveted, a silver Revere pitcher and a stout chain and locket. Other of the pieces are just luscious, but I keep them stored away and unused. I feel sad about this neglect.
I think that silver is rather like pearls; that it is happiest when it is fondled.
Anyway. My siblings and I will be at the Monroe Antique Show & Sale this April, doing that thing our parents used to do–selling the antiques that we have gathered, but simply no longer have a place for. I mean, how many fine silver spoons can one person regularly fondle?
