You too, could be the next 'American Picker'...

   One of my favorite shows on television is American Pickers. I don't watch it continuously nor am I addicted to it. I don't record it on my DVR, but I do watch it often, especially when I want to get caught up on what's hot in the world of 'picking and collecting' or when I need to do a reality check on prices and how much people may be willing to pay for “stuff.” Maybe not that much in Maine though. But at least the show does give me a general idea of what items may be worth and for me, the show is becoming more entertaining that watching professional sports these days. How many years will we talk about deflated footballs?

   It has been rumored that not too long ago the show spent some time in Maine, not that we would have many folks around that fill up their tool sheds, garages or attics with rusted out cars, old gasoline tanks, early metal signs, old toys and games or antique motorcycles. The list goes on.

   But after spending many Sunday mornings at local auctions, stopping along the roadway at a yard sale or on occasion, just poking around an empty old barn, I may be wrong. There are many who just put “stuff” away somewhere in hopes that in the future it may bring a big score in dollar value and someone will offer them lots of money. And it seems that there is very little that doesn't have some value to someone. Old tobacco tins are always very popular.

   A few years ago, tucked away in the woods in a rural Piscatiquis County town (northern Maine) among the trees were many old cars, trucks and school buses, dating back to the 1940's. During the late 40's and early 50's many cars were shipped north from Boston after the war and sold to the locals as cars and other vehicles were difficult to get in rural areas.     During the war much of the manufactured steel had been used to makes boats, tanks and weapons and cars were hard to get.

   Over the years though, many of the cars that were destined to live out their remaining days rusting away in the woods, were either restored or became props in Hollywood movies as directors learned of their existence tucked away in the Maine woods and directors were quite willing to buy and ship them to California and restore them to some degree their former elegance, although I am not sure a black 1938 Ford would be described as elegant.

   I was fortunate to be given an old sign from an early school bus which still hangs proudly in my home and is something that has more value to me as a school day memory and a gift than any amount of dollars someone might be willing to pay.

   In a recent episode of American Pickers, as Mike and Frank searched the contents of one of six outbuilding on an elderly man's property, the two became somewhat overwhelmed by the number of items that had been collected and saved. Not only was it like going back in history, but as Mike commented, it was “ like experiencing different parts of this man's life.” Not only did it reflect different points in his 'living'  but in many cases what he had saved and collected also showed who he was as a person, what he valued and what he treasured and insight into who he was..

   Deeper into the show it became obvious to the viewer, me that is, how difficult it was for him to give up many of his “treasures,” even if he was paid for the them.

   At the auction the other day, and from one who is a people watcher, my attention was drawn to a couple looking over the items on a table and by the way they were reacting, I could tell that some of the things up for sale this week had possibly come from family members, perhaps a mother or father, or maybe a grandparent who had passed away. As they looked through the box of old photographs, it was obvious they were having second thought about having them sold. Would someone really pay money to relive another family's life and history?

   I will never be an “American picker,” have my own television show or travel to the ends of the ends of the earth to buy a rusty 1931 Ford roadster. Maybe I should. It appears I could make a few bucks by purchasing old rusty bodies, mine not included. But, I admit that I do like to 'poke around' every once and a while an old attic or storage shed, maybe even at the local 'dump'. But with new “No Dump Picking Allowed” signs and all these shows on television now, people just are not throwing things away like the use to.