Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Let me order that!

Collecting

I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector: if you have something you like, every time you see it, you have a little happy hit.”
Douglas Coupland

If you could see my basement right now, you would swear I am a hoarder. There are boxes everywhere, many of which are empty. Tables are layered on top of each other and everywhere you look there are stacks of board games, model kits, action figures or sports cards. It's a mess, truly. Beginning next week, I will double my booth space at the Bama Flea so I can move some of this stuff out of my house. I told my son last night that if this business continues to grow, we will need to rent a warehouse, and he agreed.

It is, however a very interesting business. The collector's market seems unaffected by the vicissitudes of the economy. Yesterday, I listed a second infantry patch from World War II and it sold within ten minutes for two-hundred dollars. After two years, I am still shocked by the speed of cyberspace and the lengths some folks will go to get what they collect. Lately, I've been listing Johnny West Action Figures from the 1960's—even incomplete, even in pieces, they sell! The old adage, “One man's trash...” was running through my head when I woke this morning.

There is a strange dichotomy in my brain between our throw-away culture, in which the average American produces seven pounds of trash each day, and the obsessive collecting of old things. Somehow the two seem contradictory, but I can testify that they exist side-by-side right here, right now. Of course, it is not only American's who collect. We ship all over the world these days. People everywhere are gathering memorabilia.

For many of us, memorabilia is the right word. We collect things that remind us of other things—our childhood, a person we loved, a time in history that was especially sweet for us. We collect nostalgia. Perhaps there was a time connected to that object when we were happy and, like the quote says, we get a “little happy hit” when we look at it—a rush of good memories. I'm sure there are people who collect things for their intrinsic value, but for the most part, I think the happy quotient is more important to us than the dollar value of any given object.

In a world where there is always grave darkness, a 'little happy hit' is a thing of great value. Wouldn't if be nice if we could order off the internet one day of peace on earth, one day in which no one died from a gunshot or a bomb, one day when every person in the world had enough to eat, one day of clean, pure water. Wouldn't we all become collectors?

                                          In the Spirit,

                                             Jane

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