My mother is an antique dealer with a propensity to collect. But she had three boys and a dog, and we broke valuable stuff around the clock. As a result, I became quite talented at putting stuff back together. I was like the Jesus of carpenters. My mom’s various collections include what she refers to as her “mammies.” They’re still displayed in her kitchen. Feel free to click on the pic and blow it up for the full cultural effect.
