George Mattingly is the owner of this huge, and I mean huge emporium which absolutely must be seen to be believed. As a younger man, he collected trains which are now worth a few thousand dollars a piece, and he's got them on display mid-way through the store. We had no idea this place was here, as it is off the main drag, Petaluma Boulevard. You have to walk go down a hilly driveway called Lacey Road, which is immediately behind Petaluma Boulevard. You'll spot a billiards place, and they are next door. They face a very large parking lot, and their alternative address is 110 Car Parking Lot (Yes!)
The entrance is quite deceiving, as it is narrow and you only gain an appreciation of the breadth of the collection when you are way past the door.
We had heard a lot about the antiquing in Petaluma, and Chuck and I love to browse and we always manage to pick something up from this or that trip. I could have picked up much more from this Antique Market, but considering I still live in New York, it would have been difficult to transport it back. There's quite a collection of art deco prints, furnishings from the 60's era, even masks from Bali. I also managed to find a coconut shell tea pot, and had I not owned one already, I would have bought it. There is quite a bit of memorabilia by way of out of print magazines and books. Looking through these definitely transports you to a different era.
When we walked into the shop, there was only one other man there, and he turned out to be a judge from Sacramento. He and the owner were engaged in a conversation about politics, its effect on business, its lack of effect on the judge's workload, etc..Hard not to join that conversation, and eventually Chuck and I were talking to both men behind the counter about all sorts of things.
They have quite a few decorative pieces and many ethnics sculptures; not very much in the way of glass, but interesting photographs: I found a pastel drawing of Marylin Monroe that was amazing. You must not let the cluttered atmosphere discourage you; some of the passages in the back of the stores are so narrow and filled with articles that you can barely walk through.
Something finally captured my heart and Chuck gallantly offered to buy them for me: a beautifully painted pair of abalone shells which now hang in the living room. They depict a tropical paradise with an oarsman in the midst of the water, as tranquil as the scenery around him. I could not believe the price of $12 for the pair. Apparently, people do come back here from areas removed, as did the judge from Sacramento who's apparently a regular. I would definitely return on my next trip to Northern California.