08/30/2026
Sarah and I went to an estate sale today. It was a house that had been filled with family, and endless activity, collecting, entertaining, and love.
Houses hold all of those moments. They store them, protect them, and sometimes we get to hear the walls talk a bit. Today was one of those days.
Frank was a woodworker, and a woodworker he was. Carved art everywhere. He was also in the Navy. He was supposed to be on the U.S.S. Indianapolis on that infamous mission. Successful in one right. An incredible tragedy in so many others. The day he was meant to board he was rushed to the hospital with appendicitis. Matt’s great uncle was on the ship and didn’t return. Perhaps they knew each other. The world is small.
Ruth was a school teacher in the same town that she lived. There were sweet signs of her commitment and love of her vocation everywhere from the vintage & antique books to the fabric remnants that certainly were used for classroom enhancements. She also tailored clothing and enjoyed art. I learned these things from their sweet neighbor and friend of 20 years.
Sarah and I share a passion for finding treasures amongst the remnants of dynamic lives lived. And most importantly, when we can, learning about the moments that keep us all alive even after we are gone. We will share them with you anytime we can. Their stories should be told. These treasures, with so much intention & history built into them, will be at Bric Vintage Collective for you to continue their story.
Every piece holds a story. Every home adds a chapter.
