Day 214
Antiquing at St.
Mary’s, Missouri
I
truly am a simple creature! My life
is blessed; issues are black and white; Truth!
Lives.
We find “simple” ways to enjoy life, spending
the precious time with one another. Easy!
Day-trips consume a great deal of our energy;
we love antiques and often pursue the hobby.
One
of our favorite jaunts is to head south to the tiny berg of Chester where we
visit the town’s supermarket to purchase a chicken dinner with cold sodas and
a bakery dessert; then we trek three miles to the Randolph County Conservation
area where we park at a scenic overlook taking in the grand vista of the nearly
thirty acre lake surrounded by hills and native trees. As we consume the fine
dinner, we listen to the radio and chat and watch “dancing-diamonds” on the
lake surface choreographed by Mother Nature in an array of wind symphonies.
Once
satiated with food and drink to steel our bodies for the assault on the antique
mall across the old Mississippi River we take the very narrow bridge to visit
our neighboring state.
St.
Mary's Antique Mall is housed in an abandoned school with several hundred
booths hawking everything from A & P Eight o’clock tin coffee banks to clay
marbles which the sign proudly proclaims were played with by native Indians in
days before the white man!? Wow!
I
reckon a guy should pay a high premium for such “antiquity”? I reckon so!
Over
the years, we have acquired numerous treasures at this venue; some
even---antiques!
They
used to have a hot dog concession; it was a favorite of mine; now, it is gone.
I
like “country-folk” and this town offers a fair amount of the entertainment; a
poor Branson?
We
mosey up and down the aisles appraising the myriad offerings; Z. Tyler used to
go with us; he would find Depression Glass for his Nanny and marbles for me,
hockey cards for himself.
I
reckon I am about old enough to be one of them there antiques!? Funny, I don’t feel---Old!?
So,
keeping my own “situation” in view, I respect the old, rusted, used, “obsolete”
relics; maybe I just figure that if I
am nice to some “oldsters”, somebody might reciprocate---one day!?
I reckon so!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Old-timer” Memories!
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