10/16/2026
My Share a Friend Friday this week is a little different. It’s about an old friend, a place, and a time in my life that I sure do miss. ❤️
Depending on what shift my daddy was working, most Saturday mornings in the 1970s started with breakfast at Shoney’s Big Boy, and then we were off to Asheville and the Dreamland Drive-In Flea Market.
I never went to see a movie at the drive-in at night, and that’s okay. I don’t feel like I missed out on a thing because those Saturday mornings were so exciting to me as a kid!
The rows and rows of tables, the people haggling over prices, finding change that people had dropped the night before at the drive-in, and the smells coming from the concession stand. Running into all my aunts and uncles who were there buying and selling. It was just a magical place to me as a kid.
I guess it’s no wonder that buying and selling old things ended up being my favorite job I’ve ever had. The history behind things, the nostalgia, the thrill of finding something special, and all the things I’m still learning along the way. I still love every bit of it, and I doubt there will ever come a time when I don’t.
We didn’t take vacations when I was growing up. Saturdays were for Dreamland Flea Market, and Wednesdays were for Pickens Flea Market and a day at Lake Jocassee.
We may not have taken vacations, but looking back, I wouldn’t trade those days for anything. Those were some of the very best days of my childhood, and I sure wish I could go back and spend just one more Saturday morning there. ❤️