Wednesday, January 31, 2024

My Father's Journal: "The Tug of the Past"

This week in my father's journal, Ken explores the idea of "collecting," (which I certainly inherited; as did my son), what it means, and the role it plays in all our lives.



    "The Tug Of the Past"

                                                                             By Ken Muir


The future is unknowable. The present is messy, tense, tangled,

often frustrating. But the past is a different animal…….or so it

appears. It seems to be knowable, simpler, capable of being

modeled into something useful in our lives.


I have bought into this notion. Perhaps, being a former history

teacher,  I above all should know that this idea is overly simp-

listic, that the past is never so lucid, so understandable as our 

nostalgia and desire for clarity make it seem. But the quest for 

knowing about the past and integrating elements of its art and 

artifacts into my life has ensnared me.


The chase for American art pottery and prints, my fascination

with Marie Simonds’ barn and its contents, managing the sale of 

contents at Catherine Nelson’s home, the quest to secure objects 

that my parents had collected over decades……..all of these 

coupled with attendance at countless estate and moving sales 

evince a strong passion for assembling the best exemplars of 

America’s material past that we could find and afford.


This passion for “collecting the old” was never stronger than

when I stumbled into a “time capsule” sale.  Most 

often these were homes where a couple had set up housekeeping

just before or just after World War II.   And, in order to be a true

“time capsule,” the owners had not significantly updated or

remodeled the home. Kitchens and basements were the prime 

hunting grounds, with attics and garages coming next. Tools,

art prints, kitchen ware, glassware and bric-a-brac, art pottery, 

furniture, military uniforms and equipment, toys, vintage books, 

ephemera……..the range of desirable finds was almost endless.


Bloomfield, Nutley, Clifton, Lyndhurst, Garfield, Prospect Park,

Rutherford, East Paterson….the whole string of semi-industrial

towns along the Passaic River comprised the rich vein of older

communities to be mined. Their workshops and small factories 

had helped measurably in the war effort, deploying American 

technical knowhow and also sustaining the surrounding resident-

ial neighborhoods. Marie Simonds’ barn, with its wartime wood-

working enterprise, was a classic example of this aspect of 

American mid-century life. Wooden U S Army Signal Corps boxes 

were produced there in considerable quantity.


The description of “finds” at these sales and the behavior of other

patrons -especially dealers-  could fill many hours. 


So, why does this accumulation of the material past grip me so?


Some say that people set out to “collect their youth….” finding

again the items that amused them and peopled their world when 

they were children. This was not true in my case, for our family 

lived in such a spartan manner that few of these amenities were

around, and even such items as we had in these categories were

almost entirely for daily use, not for aesthetics.  The single ex-

Caption ion to this pattern was my father’s growing collection of 

clocks.


Some might say that collecting antiques was a good investment,

and perhaps for some it was. But the Great Recession of 2008 put

the lie to that notion pretty much, as prices of antiques and

“vintage” items of all sorts plunged and stayed depressed.


So I am left merely with the oft-repeated maxim of dealers and 

collectors, “buy what you like… that way, you can’t go wrong.”


And I guess that’s what it finally comes down to……I like these

objects.  


They come from an America that I can relate to, that I

know reasonably well, that I can be proud of in many respects.

They display a realism -- to life, to Nature -- that I appreciate and 

can relate to.  I respect the workmanship they embody…….they 

are a form of “eye candy” that I value.  At some level they make 

me feel good, fulfilled.


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