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Teeny tiny Japanese labels, a scant half inch by an inch.
I have kept these in a little glassine envelope, moving from place to place, for the past 30 years. They were my Papa's, part of his childhood stamp collection, and most likely from relatives in Japan.
I think, perhaps, that collecting is a genetic trait, much like green eyes, curling one's tongue, or freckles.
I was born to organize and value old pieces of paper. A curator of the not-quite-valuable, but highly valued.
Beautifully worn handwritten mailing labels. Glued to small wooden boxes that were used to post gold and other valuables, the boxes were then wrapped in twine and secured with wax seals.
37 years.
First cavity.
Devastation.
Organ combo from an anatomical model. 1920s Estonia. Papier Mâché with plaster detailing. Hand painted.
Question is ... what is it?
It was sold as a pancreas, and I thought I needed an extra one. But I must admit, I'm not very familiar with the appearance of my pancreas, and besides, there's more than one organ involved here.
Can you help? Did you take anatomy classes? Do you know one organ from another? Can you identify these ones?
Please email me. Your assistance is so much appreciated!
1930s French prop fish. Rubber and linen, stuffed with wool.
Found sardine tin key.
The one that got away.
Early morning brocante in the Super U parking lot. Bits of magic unceremoniously displayed on rickety tables and blankets laid out on the ground. Old books and piles of engravings. Zinc basins. Enamel clock faces and hand blown wine bottles. Wooden crates of postcards and letters and other ephemera. And at the back, a jumble of handmade lace, knotted and tumbled together. In amongst the larger pieces were cards with lengths of the sweetest lace pinned to them. Fine as cobwebs, and not much more expensive.
1795 receipt for printing services.
Teeny tiny porcelain measures to take your dosage just as the doctor ordered.
Graduated cylinders and beakers for accurate dispensing of dubious liquids.
And when all else fails ... Dr. Rooke's Golden Ointment!
Because really, when does pink ever get a mention?
