Boscobel antiques

(1964 March 1)

Yesterday Daddy and I had an outing we had planned all week. MM asked if she could come, so OK. We drove to Boscobel where we visited a second-hand shop near the [Wisconsin] river. Aisles of junk, even racks of clothing. I nearly bot a little miner's lamp and a 3-tined fork but came away with a new rag rug $3.00. The lamp looked like a piece of tin a cow stepped on, but I kept thinking of the miners at Linden etc., and yet when it came to buying it, voted no. There is something that holds me back, and I think it is a feeling of life being short now and many things to be disposed of here without adding to it. As to the forks, John Gould (in his book) mentions how wonderful they are and impossible to buy - yet I have all I need, Grandma Leedom's - they were 50 cents and like those in museum. I got MM a cover for a frying pan, as she has none, and a lemon squeezer, and she bot 2 salt and pepper sets for Mrs. Marshall's collection. Daddy finally sat in the car.