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The Best Things in Life are...free.
My mother and I loved to drop into antique shops and follow “Garage sale” signs when I was growing up, satisfying our shared addictions of hidden treasures and good discounts. My sister was not as enthusiastic as my mother and me, but she indulged our imaginations and was generally a good sport, if not quite as willing to lose a day as we were on our own. Any time the three of us girls were out of town together without my dad, we would go to any antique shop, thrift store, garage or estate sale we could find until whatever appointment we were in town for or we got too hungry to wait.
By Amelia Grace Newell5 years ago in Humans
An Angel-Sent Antique Shop
Tucked in a nook in Noonday, Texas stands two pink and yellow buildings housing hundreds of preloved pieces. Just a single step into Our Little Corner will keep you there for longer than you should be, but not as much as you’d like to. The shift of an eye offers another item you just may die without. Frank Sinatra songs float through the air from an fm radio, encouraging patrons to dance down the aisles. No girl can deny The Sultan of Swoon, so of course we did just that, following the riffs to the record section.
By Hailey Narvaez5 years ago in Humans
Miss Oehler's Lost Book
Though not addicted to such excursions, I admittedly love to browse through antique malls and thrift stores. When I do treat myself, I am usually and immediately drawn to the crystal and porcelain items, always flipping said items over to look for watermarks and stamped makers' marks. However, it doesn’t have to be Waterford, Meissen, or Limoges to attract my interest. I often find a pretty, old, and yet inexpensive, piece of crystal or porcelain as utterly perfect in many ways as the more expensive ones. There’s just something indescribably wonderful about holding someone else’s previously treasured items in your hands. It’s as if you’re looking into an unknown individual's life and getting a slight glimpse into that person's soul, if only for a mere moment.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
Heroic, Hard-Hitting Hedy Lamarr
Dear Hedy, You affect our lives EVERY SINGLE DAY... How can I thank you for teaching me so much? Little did people realize that behind that pretty face of yours, was the powerful brain of an inventor and the valorous spirit of a righteous fighter. You escaped the Nazi's and became obsessed with defeating them. You had to battle so many people—including the top brass of the USA military—to be taken seriously. Your brilliant innovations are STILL changing our world today, with satellite and cellular phone technology, WiFi, Bluetooth, and GPS! Below are five lessons I've learned from you:
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Humans
Dr AC Jackson of Tulsa, Oklahoma
Dr AC Jackson was a thriving entrepreneur being one of the first best African American surgeons. He carved his part in the city of Tulsa. It was known at the time as Black Wall Street. As it had so many thriving black owned banks and other businesses there. He made a name fir himself. All was going so well until one day in 1921.
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Humans
Your Lucky Day
He’d said his name was Donald, but I knew that was a lie. When I’d asked him his name, he’d said “Ddddonald,” dragging out the “d” as if he was making it up as he went along. His real name probably did begin with a “d,” but he’d backed off the truth mid-word. Sometimes it’s smarter to lie, especially in a bar to a stranger.
By Kirsten Anderson5 years ago in Humans
The Chapter from the Past
The Move History inevitably weaves its way through time, grasping at the fibers of the past and clinging to its memories, remembering only shadows of the people who once lived it. History starved its way into the lives of Davis and Elsie Wolff.
By Brittani Collette5 years ago in Humans
