Antiques are like sponges that have absorbed the history and ‘everyday living’ that occurred during the objects’ existence.

People sensitive to these accumulated vibrations, like myself, can’t resist collecting the treasures.

Precious memories reside in the pine chest of drawers Dad made when I was born as well as the four-poster maple bedstead my aunt refinished in 1950 and subsequently passed down to me. The picture attached shows a portable Morse sewing machine Mom and Dad purchased in 1971 at a local swap mart as a gift to me. Even at age eleven or twelve, I understood the value of the gift and the love behind it. Continue reading Antique/Vintage Morse Sewing Machine →