No doubt, if I had all these collectibles now, I would probably own an estate in the Caribbean and be living on Easy Street.
The same could be said for other pursuits, including some early National Geographics, Saturday Evening Post covers featuring Norman Rockwell illustrations, and old toys.
And what of my photo collection? My slides that have grown and multiplied? My cassette tapes? Not that they’re crowding me out of house and home. Even after I had turned to computers, three electric typewriters stood vigil in my attic until I finally said goodbye.
If only my legacy could become my heirlooms.
Photographer and writer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.