The little town of Brimfield Ma. has a giant antique show three times a year. Hundreds of dealers and vendors set up on both sides of the road filling six or eight fields with what a co-worker refers to as “old junk”. For those of us who are lovers and collectors of old junk, it’s like heaven.
We haven’t been there in at least five years and it has grown since our last visit. We left early enough to arrive around 10AM. We have a favorite parking lot with a lot of trees so we can usually score a shady spot. It was beastly hot, so the first order of business was to find a water vendor since we didn’t think to bring some.
We only covered one field before lunch, and I ended up going beyond my budget by falling in love with a 60’s breadbox and canister set, which I was able to get for significantly less than the marked price.
We took that back to the car, found some lunch and poked around two more fields before I gave up and went back to the car for some shade and my book. Ed returned about an hour later the proud owner of two more antique radios. That brings his total to 40-something.On the way back we stopped at the Outlets, but unbelievably I couldn’t find a thing to buy. All in all a good day.
