, West Virginia
May 18, 2005
Thompsons Pharmacy has antiques, crafts, and a refrigerator with cold drinks for folks shopping on Main Street. It is only two doors from the much larger Main Street Antiques and Collectibles, which in turn is next to C. J. Maggie’s restaurant, so one couldn’t ask for more convenience. When I go to Buckhannon, I drive an hour to walk just four doors down Main Street.
Next time, I’ll check out that "Travel Info" sign, but for now, I’m interested in my three usual stops that define for me a relaxing afternoon among clerks and others, who really do seem "familiar"--I think it’s just their style. When I ask the clerk a question, she calls me "honey" and confides in a whisper that I can get any item on the antiques side of the store for 50% off. Wait a minute! "Honey?" Does she think I’m getting old? (I hope it’s just her way).
Three shelves of handmade quilts attract me, and I think I see a wedding ring pattern. All patterns are intricate.
I check prices and conclude that this is the place to buy quilts, which would be much more in Washington, D. C., Lancaster, PA, or almost anywhere.
Items are clean and in good condition.
In another display, I see Depression ware, hard to find these days. On another visit, the same clerk, who probably doesn’t remember me, revealed that dealers from Washington had bought all her Depression glass, and I am reminded of the necessity of coming early in spring if I really want something.
I may buy, but only if I find a piece of Eastlake oak furniture in fantastic condition at an unheard-of low price. I do find a few washstands and dressers in good condition, but the prices aren’t as low as they used to be in this neck of the woods. I’ll just have to have lunch at C. J. Maggie’s while I think about it. Oops! David reminds me that we have woodwork to take home from Elkins, so we won’t have room in the truck for a single piece of furniture. Well, that settles that! Now I can enjoy myself without agonizing over a decision. You see, I’m not an eager shopper. What I’m after is only a slice of small-town life from days gone by.
From journal Shopping for Antiques on Main Street