The first store we went to was a Catholic thrift store with volunteers. We found a lot of good glass and were putting them on the counter. I noticed Mark kept finding things as a senior black lady was putting them on the shelves. I told her that we would never get out of the store if she did not stop putting out such good glass. She smiled and picked up a couple of wine glasses and said that she needed to buy them for her daughter. She told me that her daughter belonged to a fabulous after 30 club that did a lot of charity work for children. Then they would visit each other a have a glass of wine. She also said that her son traveled around doing charity work. I could tell she was proud of her adult kids. I asked her where did suppose they got into the habit of helping others. Could it be , because of her? She told me that she was 70 something and this was all she could do. What an example.
We went into an Antique store with a man about our age and his Mothers. I picked up something that I really liked and was told everything in the store was half off. We stayed there the next 2 hours and bought a lot of stuff. It was very sweet to see the relationship between this Mother/son.
We went to a thrift store in the next town, which happen to belong to the wife of the auctioneer for the auction that we could not make it to the day before. She called her husband and he invited us to join him and his best friend at the warehouse. We stayed in that hot warehouse for almost 2 hours and made a large pile of glass. They walked over and I knew that I was going to get a good deal when they started saying glass, glass and more glass.
We found a hotel with a young widow as the clerk. She was very helpful and told us the best local place to eat. Twin River family restaurant on the Wabash river We do not eat out often when we travel, but this was worth it. I ordered a local sandwich called a manhatten. The whole sandwich cost one dollar more than the half sandwich, I was very hungry, but all I could eat was half, so we got a to go box. Mark and I split the other half for lunch. Not bad for $5.95. The young lady that checked us was very young. She was answering the phone, taking orders and running the cash register. She was the owners daughter working for Daddy and she was 10 years old. She said that some people thought that this was hard, but she had been doing it for a year and loved it.
We walked into Antique store/museum. I could not get the door open, so a gentleman open the door for me and told me that only strong people were allowed to shop there. That is when I saw the good ole boy club. They were all retired military and they sat around talking and exchanging stories. While Mark talked to the men, I walked around and quickly realized this was more museum and less store. So, I went and got Mark to look at the best collection of war memorabilia that we have every seen. One gentleman followed us back and proudly showed us the civil war, Guam, WW1 and WW2 collection. We are in a small town and would never have guessed what we would find here. I asked about the price of a very old tiger oak stool. He told me that he was not the owner and he just came here to help out and get out of the house. There was much discussion about who it actually belong to and who could price it. All that I was able to buy was a small Frankoma pig . But I left there with a little piece of history.
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