I really shouldn't watch Antiques Roadshow. Don't get me wrong. I love the show, but it always gets me wondering if any of the old stuff in my apartment is worth big bucks. Alas, there is a difference between rare antiques and old stuff. I especially like the stories of rare, valuable paintings or other art objects found tucked away in an attic somewhere. The closest my husband and I ever came to finding something valuable was when he explored the crawl space built off the basement of the wonderful old house on Lexington, built in 1917, that we owned for a few years. The basement was light and bright and partly finished, but the crawl space was dark and spooky. I don't do dark and spooky but my husband was curious enough to do some exploring. The only find was a bushel basket full of canning jars and other dusty glassware, jumbled in the basket and covered with a piece of newspaper. The newspaper was great, a page of Sunday colored comics from 1935 (the year my husband was born). That was my husband's favorite discovery. My favorite were the eight BALL Ideal green glass canning jars; the kind with the glass lids held on with wire fasteners. Since I'm a Ball State graduate, I have a special fondness for those jars, the family who produced them, and the big bucks they donated to Ball State. In case you're wondering, I've given away some over the years, but I still have four which I use as tea canisters. There you have it, my story of hidden treasure.
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