I was raised on a Maryland tobacco farm in the fifties. Dad was a carpenter at a large Ship Yard in Baltimore and farmed on the side to make ends meet. We never had much money so had to constantly keep all the old farm machinery running with whatever means we could? We had a visible gas pump on the farm.....I was too young to recall the model nor did I care, at that time. I pumped a lot of gas thru that pump. It was always fun watching the gas fill the cylinder. As I grew older and found cars, all things revolved around that new discovery. Then came the Military in the Vietman era. Fast forward to the seventies, marriage and the love for antique furniture that my wife taught me. During our visits to shops, I came to appreciate advertising items and bought a few. Because of my fondness for old machinery, I started buying bigger stuff. Just stopping at someones house to inquire if "such and such" was for sale came as a natural progression. Never knew I was a picker until it was pointed out to me? I could have been an ax murderer so picking is much better. LOL! Paul
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