I have got to get to downsizing. I have far too many things in the collection here and it's out of hand--started out as "I'm going to collect because I'm stressed out & know how to do this," and it turned into a bizarre habit of acquisition.
Need a kerosene lamp? I gotchu fam. I have kerosene lamps from the 1800s that smell like death when burning, and I have some high-end 1930s ones that have to be fiddled with for five or ten minutes before they start--and then still smell bad. How about a radio? Got those too, and they're the old tin-can-sounding things from the 1930s and maybe a trifle earlier. Need a handgun? Try this .44 muzzle loader that was old by the time the Civil War started.
I have fountain pens from the 1940s, a rotary phone that looks like it could've been in Stranger Things and which I used to keep on the wall here. Came in real handy during a power-outage. Typewriters? Loaded with them. There is even a working record player, restored to a condition where you could use it daily--from 1909. I know, because I did the work. This one took me two and a half years to get right because I'm picky, picky, picky about record players.
Anyway that's what I want to start doing--Whether or not I have the gumption to, I don't know.
But I want to.
Anyway.
Crap tends to build up because I'm really good at trawling antiques dealers, digging through junk piles and what-not, getting a chance to rummage. I've rummaged in old buildings while the demolition crew was tearing down the other end of the house with a backhoe. I've climbed trash piles in old barns & come home with (another) windup gramophone. If it looked like something I could restore, I've probably tried to, at one point or another, but at this point I'd just as soon like to bail out and not have to deal with it.
I should sell a bunch of this stuff.
Need a kerosene lamp? I gotchu fam. I have kerosene lamps from the 1800s that smell like death when burning, and I have some high-end 1930s ones that have to be fiddled with for five or ten minutes before they start--and then still smell bad. How about a radio? Got those too, and they're the old tin-can-sounding things from the 1930s and maybe a trifle earlier. Need a handgun? Try this .44 muzzle loader that was old by the time the Civil War started.
I have fountain pens from the 1940s, a rotary phone that looks like it could've been in Stranger Things and which I used to keep on the wall here. Came in real handy during a power-outage. Typewriters? Loaded with them. There is even a working record player, restored to a condition where you could use it daily--from 1909. I know, because I did the work. This one took me two and a half years to get right because I'm picky, picky, picky about record players.
Anyway that's what I want to start doing--Whether or not I have the gumption to, I don't know.
But I want to.
Anyway.
Crap tends to build up because I'm really good at trawling antiques dealers, digging through junk piles and what-not, getting a chance to rummage. I've rummaged in old buildings while the demolition crew was tearing down the other end of the house with a backhoe. I've climbed trash piles in old barns & come home with (another) windup gramophone. If it looked like something I could restore, I've probably tried to, at one point or another, but at this point I'd just as soon like to bail out and not have to deal with it.
I should sell a bunch of this stuff.