Years ago I bought an antique piece of luggage at a flea market. For the life of me I can’t recall what prompted me to buy it. As the saying goes; “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” There may have been alcohol involved.
Since then, as I came across pieces that I thought were interesting; unique in some way or in particularly good condition, I would buy them. I never really had it in mind to become “a collector” but over time they seemed to multiply.
I think I understand what about them is intriguing. There is a romance and excitement about travel at a time when traveling was a more sophisticated experience. It was about more than getting from point A to point B in as little time as possible.
They conjure an image of glamorous people boarding trains or ocean-liners with their train cases and portmanteau. They would breeze into luxurious state rooms and have witty conversation and cocktails.
None of the pieces are particularly valuable. And they have a variety of uses. One sits on a shelf in our master-bath with bottles of cologne and after-shave. A couple of others sit in guest bathrooms and hold the extra rolls of t.p.
Two larger cases stacked together make a nice table in the den. Still others store old photographs, theater programs and other memorabilia.
Two are full of old Boy’s Life Magazines which Harper’s Other Dad collected quite diligently for a time.
I haven’t added any in a while. I think they must have become “collectible”. They are more scarce and more expensive in the antique malls. That’s OK. As a collection they have the disadvantage that they take up quite a lot of space. Also, last year an overnight guest at Casa de Harper asked; “What’s with all the luggage?” That may be a sign that there is already one too many in the collection. It may also mean that guest will be lodging elsewhere on their next visit to Harper’s Valley. I suppose it could mean both.