Although I had been a dealer for quite sometime…I wasn’t worried that I didn’t know much about the antique business when I moved my shop to Greenwood; only that I liked every part of it…collecting, buying and selling and the hard, but enjoyable tasks of stripping and painting.

Passing by, on my way to an early doctors’ appointment last Tuesday, I noticed the house on north Main Street, next to Strozier’s Plumbing still stands empty. For a long time every room in that place was occupied. That’s where my antique shop was located until reasons forced me to close, where I shared space with other friendly antique dealers…Diane, Suzanne and Bennie.

Years have passed since I first “set up” shop there, and every time I go by…with my memory and mind still intact, I invariably start “going back” to thinking about those days.

I think about the many customer I met and greeted over the years…what they liked, bought and collected.

I’ll never forget one of my first customers. His name? Jimmy. He’s that well-known auctioneer who lives in Huntington. I knew just enough about the antique business to enjoy and make it fun. Jimmy knew much more than I did. He taught me the meaning of the word “dickering,” but I was happy to make a sale and he was happy to add a beautiful old wooden churn to his collection of dairy items.

Laverne’s daughter-in-law, Patti…whose married to one Greenwood’s fine policemen, Charlie, who came to my aid one day when I locked my keys in my truck. Patti stopped by often and liked anything old. Sometime she purchased things that neither of us could identify.

Alfred, who once owned and operated a printing shop in Greenwood collected old fountain pens. I would let him know when I “ran across” one. And there was my dear friends…Jackie and his wife. They live in Lavaca. Jackie is a school teacher. He painted and built my sign…”Mary’s Antiques And Country Things Of Interest.” No money exchanged hands for the job…just a bit of bartering.

What a joy to see Billie. She let me know she wasn’t in the shop to buy antiques…just wanted to say Hi and talk about people and things “going on” in Jenny Lind.

Charlotte always brought her two sister to the shop when they visited with her. Charlotte continues to add turkeys, and related items to her collection. How time flies!

Joyce was always looking for old quilts, letting me know there was money to be made in using every scrap for crafts, especially old Santas from old “crazy” pattern quilts.

Delma’s visits to my shop usually consisted of “show & tell” of items “too good to throw away,” that she made for resale, from old linens and quilts.

Mike came by from time to time on his way home from Arkhola Sand & Gravel, checking for primitives that any Frontier-man would be glad to own. I remember how proud he was the day he bought an old three-prong fork with a wooden handle to add to his other primitives. Also a pair of old glasses with blue lens.

Iva Lee stopped often to chat and sometimes making me happy to receive old school pictures of Jenny Lind pupils when she taught there.

I was always glad to see Barbara’s mom and dad when they came to visit from out of state (Kansas?) They usually left the shop with all arms full.

Edna, a serious collector of salt glaze was always happy to find one more pitcher or bowl to add to her collection, making sure she got first chance at purchasing it.

I must admit I was a bit surprised the day I received a rock from a fellow who said he heard I had a potato masher and related items collection. A rock that looked exactly like a big potato. It made my day.

I didn’t mind that Sissy never bought much. I knew why. Sissy already had one of just about everything. Her home looked like a page out of “Country Living” magazine. Doug liked old wooden spinning tops.

I would almost bet money that Linda still owns that beautiful old washstand she bought from me…the one I kinda’ hated to sell. The prettiest one I ever owned.

I remember and wonder if Judy remembers the day she came in the shop looking sad.

“What’s wrong, Judy?” I asked.

Judy was a collector of “unsharpened” pencils and yardsticks.

“Well,” said Judy. “I’ve lost interest in my “unsharpened” pencil collecting. I came home. Scarlet met me at the door, grinning ear to ear. You’re going to be proud of me Mom, I sharpened all your pencils for you today.” I could tell Judy didn’t want to talk about it, so I immediately changed the subject.

There’s more and when I pass this place, other names come to mind and it makes me wonder if they enjoyed those days back then as much as I did.

Good neighbors on both sides and Bob, a great landlord added to the enjoyment of my time spent there.

That’s the way it is when you’re happy doing what you’re doing, while being blessed and sharing interests with new friends.