"new antiques" reminds me of my old neighbor from when I
lived back in the mountains. I used to see him beside
his house carpentering on some old furniture looking
"What are you
doing, Malloy?" I'd yell over to him. "Making antiques!"
he'd holler back.
He would tear
down old farm buildings and salvage the wood, especially
chestnut. He would cobble the wood into pretty
cool looking furniture like washstands, magazine
holders, and pie safes. He would varnish them with
dark varnish and keep them for a while in his "garage"
with a dirt floor.
leaked and chickens would roost in the rafters.
He'd accidentally back his truck into the furniture
By the time he
sold it, it REALLY looked like antiques! He never tried
to gyp anyone; he told them he made the "antiques" but
he would say, "The wood is antique and I'm antique and
I've only got an old dull handsaw, a hammer, and a
butcher knife to work with so they MUST be antiques!"
I still miss him though he passed some