My father-in-law was a dentist with an affluent clientele. During the Depression, some paid for dental work with possessions, including five antique Navajo rugs. Passed down to us, they hung on our walls for decades. Needing money, I rolled them up and drove to an auction house in Boston. Moth damage reduced their value somewhat, but they all got good homes.
It's always satisfying when something you enjoy gets a good home.
ReplyDeleteI agree. When I couldn't bring home all of my mother's things, it helped knowing that they would go to someone who loved the them.
ReplyDeleteWhen I cleared out my parents' house, I donated my dad's darkroom equipment to a nearby community college. I was happy to be able to do that.
ReplyDeleteWow, it must have been difficult to part with them though...?
ReplyDeleteHelen, I'm not sure if you mean the rugs or my dad's equipment. The latter was definitely harder.
ReplyDeleteYay for rugs and good homes!
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