Flea markets can be so much fun. They are another way to “go green,” by purchasing items you remember as a child such as the types of mugs you drank cocoa from on Saturday mornings while watching Mighty Mouse on TV.
My husband and I love going to various flea markets, whether indoors or out, just because the products displayed trigger many memories of our childhoods. It can even be mental therapy. See that china over there? I never could understand why mother wouldn’t use it and she wouldn’t let me touch it or look at the pipe stand. It’s so much like the one Uncle Mark had when I was young. He would pull out his Meerschaum pipe, stuffing it with something that smelled like cherry and puff away for hours. The aroma is transfixed in my senses forever.
It is interesting to see the many kitchen utensils your family used during your growing-up years, the games you played, the comic books you read, the toys you played with, and the many old signs you saw in almost every store. And then, there are the old newspapers. It’s like stepping back in history.
Schenectady, NY, has, as do many other cities and towns, an indoor flea market. Here is a look inside a sprawling one on Crane Street.
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