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.
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
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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