When we first started dreaming about Rebel, I found this flag. I can't think of a better motto for this addiction to fabulous old stuff. It's just that every piece has a story. Recently I found the Holy Grail while visiting a little backyard shed in Summit, Mississippi. Chip's Grandmother's shed. Shoved up in the rafters was a beat up old suitcase. I felt like there was nothing else I could possible do but open it. When I did I discovered a WWII t-shirt and jacket that belonged to the grandfather Chip never met. And buried under neath that was a wallet that contained a receipt detailing the flower order for a New Orleans wedding in 1942. Chip's grandmother, who recently went blind, recited line for line the order from her wedding. White sweet peas, white roses. The whole wedding for $10.93. Now that's the moment that every junker dreams about. Reclaiming some precious fragment that had been lost.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
What is it about?
When we first started dreaming about Rebel, I found this flag. I can't think of a better motto for this addiction to fabulous old stuff. It's just that every piece has a story. Recently I found the Holy Grail while visiting a little backyard shed in Summit, Mississippi. Chip's Grandmother's shed. Shoved up in the rafters was a beat up old suitcase. I felt like there was nothing else I could possible do but open it. When I did I discovered a WWII t-shirt and jacket that belonged to the grandfather Chip never met. And buried under neath that was a wallet that contained a receipt detailing the flower order for a New Orleans wedding in 1942. Chip's grandmother, who recently went blind, recited line for line the order from her wedding. White sweet peas, white roses. The whole wedding for $10.93. Now that's the moment that every junker dreams about. Reclaiming some precious fragment that had been lost.
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