Happy Birthday, Uncle Butch!

Retired basement contractor, "picker" extraordinaire and farmer, mom's younger brother (by a year), celebrates "69" today. Love you, Uncle Butch!

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Antique storm...something.

Thought is was a storm window. Then I was told it was a stormer for a door. Small door. For a hobbit, maybe. Course the inside of the door would be smaller. I don't know. It's from an 1890 farmhouse in Greenfield. I'll make some use of it.

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Dust pans & chairs & Hippie Tom, oh my!

Hippie Tom opens up his property, Serendipity Antiques (which is just outside of my hometown, Waterford) four weekends a year to the public. I stopped by today for a looksee. Overwhelming. Way too many people. I need to schedule a private visit with HT. I like to "pick" in private.

HT's popularity has swelled due to his recent appearance on "American Pickers". Here's the MJS article...and a few pics I snapped.

Hippie Tom loves dust pans.

Hippie Tom loves chairs.

Hippie Tom loves gnomes.

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One man's junk.

Silver goblet with an inscription to "Kathy" from 1981.

I don't know what this is.

Copper or brass ice fishing tool.

Golf balls. We smack them around at work on lunch.

Garden decor.

Is my treasure. In this case, "the man" is my Uncle Butch, mom's younger brother. Retired, he's sorta like a picker, but he buys metals - copper, brass, etc. - at auctions for recycling. Quite often, Uncle Butch might want one item, but he has to bid on an entire truck load. 

And I sift through "the truck load"...which I am in the process of shining up.

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