Featured Is Collecting A Genetic Disposition?

That is a wonderful legacy, Fireman, both the name and the craft.
Welcome to the forum, btw.

 

Growing up I heard stories of Great Aunt and Uncle who collected antique. I met only one Uncle, with similar taste, who was a vendor in a mall while passing through Cleveland once. I am the only bug out of my immediate family of 12 brothers and sisters and the youngest. I am also 64 and hooked on anything that is old I hate plastic for some reason. I specialize in collecting and selling vintage dinnerware and anything old or unique. Lately, my interest has morphed into art painting and prints I am amazed at the depth of cumulative knowledge represented at this forum. I notice also that 64 is a common age at this post, is there a pattern here or just a coincident?

 

plastic is making a comeback.........

 

Let me tone that down a bit. I do not like plastic dinnerware, bags, and vases. I do like acrylic furniture and clothing.

 

I don't hate acrylic clothing, but it isn't too fond of me. If the plastic is bakelite jewelry on the other hand I like it just fine. Or bakelite anything that sells - a bright yellow bakelite radio... or a blue moon shift knob for the car....

 

Hi,
I know where tons of old Bakelite is buried. My FIL's uncle used to work for the Bakelite Factory. His job was to deliver truck loads of scrap and pieces to the dump in Perth Amboy. There was a very large pond there where they used to dump the stuff. It is now a huge paved parking lot with tons of the stuff buried beneath.
I have wanted collectors to gather and tear up part of the parking lot and go digging. No body but Bev and one other person wants to join me.
greg

 

Bakelite mining, what an image.

 

Hi,
My FIL had all kinds of building blocks made of Bakelite and other toys made by his uncle. It was a shame they were tossed in the trash when he went to Korea.
greg

 

Wahhhhhhhhh - right down there with Grandma tossing Dad's baseball cards, including a Mickey Mantle rookie card.... That happened when he got drafted right at the end of the Korean war.

 

Mom...god bless her heart......tossed all my baseball, hockey, & Batman cards...as well as half my comics ( 60's..70's.) and well other stuff..like selling off my Torpado bike...her bakelite majong set...blah blah blah.........oh, & my dad & my matching Cowichan wool sweaters..........sigh....

If it sat in one place for too long.....she got her mitts on it !!!!!

 

((*sob*)) who knew all that old junk would be worth money some day.

 

back in the late 60's I moved out to Utah to live with my Father and when I came home 2 years later found that my Mom had taken a banana box full of my plastic sleeved comic books from the early 60's (all 10 cent ones, read once) and donated them to the children's hospital. That was a joke between us until her passing in 1999, Wish I still had them and her!!

 

A propos of all this: the psychology of collecting.

 

Bumping this thread for newer members and those who may not have seen it the first time around.