walking much

8.12.23

Continuing my walks around town, I decided to see how far Market Hall is. A mere 1.7 miles to the south and east, with many a new delight along the way. Stopping into a junk/antique store, I immediately came upon an astonishing display of synchro-serendipity, not unlike finding the rabbit painting at my sister’s house. She and I have another shared memory, in addition to my uncle Frank’s Victrola in my grandmother’s attic where i recall dancing to “Dardanella” when I was 3, running to turn the crank to hear it again.

When I was little, and she was still at home (maybe the reason she left!) I had a little record player with a mirrored cylinder that reflected pictures on a record like a flip book. My favorite- the only one I remember- was “the little white duck”. I used to play it over and over, to see the little green frog hop, hop, hop off the lily pad. The B side was the little engine that could. I can see it in memory, but the tune did not stick forever in my brain like a tape worm.

So what is the first thing I see when I walk into the little antique junk store?

In the original box, by the way. With a replacement mirror thingy. No, I didn’t drop $100. I could have, but really, I have no room for another box.

A rewarding walk over all, 3.4 miles, with a free cat, koi, and helpful graffiti, plus a piece of cake and some cream for all tomorrow’s coffee.