In thinking of Mary Emmerling, our 2017 Special Guest
at the Fort Worth Show, I found this from a while back....
Reprinted from Antique Prime
Magazine, June 2001
So we went to New Mexico,
crossing over the hot Texas panhandle to the early Spanish outpost in North
America, with its ancient culture and living pueblos and cool air and
billboards that read: “Stuckey’s –Rattlesnake Heads, Tamales and Cappuccino.”
We’re ready for anything. I’m 18 (months) and our Big Red van is loaded to the
roof with antiques to sell. Mom’s got a cooler with pimento cheese and Willie
is on the radio. This is the life. And I plan to stay awake for every minute of
it.
Our first stop is Albuquerque
for The Great Southwestern Antiques, Indian and Old West Show, held every
August at the Lujan Center at the state fairgrounds. Mom wheels me with my
stroller into one room with 27,000 square feet of every old west thing you can
think of, from a $60,000 classic Navajo blanket to a $6 Fred Harvey postcard
from old Route 66. Some of the best old west things are the 150 dealers
themselves –like long, tall Jim Hislop with his handle bar mustache working a
heavy trade with even taller W.T. Bailey over a pair of early cowgirl
gauntlets. W.T., who is my friend and who can just flat out-talk Jim, ends up
with the gauntlets.
Another friend of mine is the
man with the long white hair and the top hat, J.D. Scott from Oklahoma. He has
a booth full of big 1940s Roy Rogers movie posters and a showcase full of
Skookum dolls. I really like those Indian dolls with the real blankets, but no
one ever lets me play with them. Still, this is a great show. Mom is looking at
the most beautiful Navajo rugs she has ever seen in the booth of Mark Winter
who runs a trading post on the Indian Reservation. I myself am more inclined to
the table where Roger Baker shows off all the Bowie knives and gold rush and
saloon antiques. I have never been to a saloon, but my big brother studied them
in college.
Mom wants to visit with Cindy
Rennels from Oklahoma and see all the quilts and blankets she has brought.
You’d think with all the soft rugs and blankets and quilts that I would be
sleepy. No luck, mom! No naps in New Mexico! Before we leave, we say hi to Mary
Vidano from Colorado who travels all year long searching for Old Hickory
furniture and western advertising items. We’ll see you up the trail tomorrow in
Santa Fe, Mary. And that’s where we’re headed.
So Big Red takes us North, climbing
on cruise control, up, up through a landscape that mom says looks like the moon
covered in sage. We stop to pick some smelly pinion branches to put in our
hotel room. Up, up, finally we emerge on the high desert with the Sangre de
Cristo Mountains spread out behind the city of Santa Fe. It is cool in the
afternoon. It is August. There are old Spanish style buildings and little
winding streets. Texans, when they die, want to come here.
Big Red pulls into the graveled
driveway of the Silver Saddle Motel with its weekly rate and flower garden and
little tables set up outside to drink
coffee. I myself don’t need much coffee. We’re staying upstairs in a stuccoed
room with our own kitchen and tiny bathroom. We carry up our suitcases and my
bed and the pimento cheese and the pinion. Then we go downstairs to find my friends
Brenda and Jarrell. They’re dealers from Texas too and they are going to help
take care of me. Why does someone have to take care of me? I’m fine! And still
no naps!
We all drive downtown to the Sweeney
Center which will be the home of the Old West & Country Show, the
Ethnographic Show and the Indian Art Show. Tonight all us Old West dealers are gathering
in the parking lot, waiting to unload. Jarrell pulls out a cigar and heads off
to do some horse tradin.' I don’t see any horses. I do see real silver saddles
and chaps and spurs and even some 1950s kids’ cowboy stuff lined up on dollies
to go into the show. You can’t play with those dollies either! Finally, we go
in. Jarrell helps Mom set up and Brenda and I just try to not get run over.
After we set up, we now have
some room in Big Red, so we head for Target to buy lamp shades to put on the
lamps mother brought to sell and pillows. My mom makes pillows out of antique weavings.
She sews them at home and takes them flat to the show to make extra room in the
van. We go to Target to buy pillows almost every night to stuff the pillowcases
and sew them up. They like me at Target. We get to the Silver Saddle motel and
eat our pimento cheese. I watch Jay Leno and Mom makes pillows. I make an
exception and go to sleep.
The next morning the Old West
Show opens with preview breakfast. The first customer is Alan Edison from
Edison’s Old West Store in Ketchum, Idaho. Mom says Alan always buys “off the
top of the show”---he knows exactly what no one has seen before and he buys it
first. He gets the big blue horse hooked rug that we found at Brimfield -- a
whole other story-- and the folk art wooden cowboy that we picked up early one
morning in Virginia and the pillows stuffed last night. My good buddies Mary
Emmerling and Reg Jackson come to buy mom’s Saltillo pillows. My mom remembers
Mary from New York. Mary brings over Wendy Lane and makes her buy a pillow too.
Wendy runs a vintage store here called
Back at the Ranch. That night, after show, and just before we go to Target, we
go stand on the bench and peek in Wendy’s store. If you go in the daytime, it’s
open.
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Right to Left, Me, Wendy Lane, Mary Emmerling & Pillows |
Mom sells hard for two days. She
meets Bettie and Loretta from San Antonio who pull down every single pillow.
Loretta sits on the floor and says “I’m not sure which one.” Three hours later,
she and Bettie buy ten of them and promise to see us again, which is also a
whole other story.
During the slow time of the
show, Mom visits with other dealers like our friend Clarice from home who has a
great Saltillo weaving for sale and Steve and Julie from Dallas (Julie likes
me) and Pam who Mommy and Daddy went to High School with. They are all set up
at the show near the room where the Back-Rub Lady works. You can get a professional
massage at the show. Very Santa Fe. We don’t get one, but maybe someday….
Mom sees a 1920s cowboy tapestry
and calls a customer on her new cell phone. They say, buy it. So it’s bought
and sold at the same time. That’s lucky. I got lucky too when Mom’s old friend
from New York, Joan, came by to meet me for the first time. She bought me a red
sweat shirt that says “Paris.” Red’s my best color and that’s not Paris, Texas!
After the show, we pack and pack
and load and load. Finally we go out to eat at Tomasita’s, our favorite place,
with Brenda and Jarrell and other dealers who celebrate the show and swap tall
tales while I tear up all the napkins and eat the tortillas. No pimento cheese tonight!
The next day is our day off, so
we –guess what? –make pillows! We also go to the flea market by the Santa Fe
Opera where I get a red Pueblo Indian girl’s dress with rick rack. This is the
life!
That night we all meet again in
the Sweeney Center parking lot to unload for the Ethnographic Show. Now you may
ask me what is an ethnographic? An ethnographic antique is anything made by
hand from any place in the world –Asia, Africa, the South Seas, Latin America.
Mom holds down the USA with African-American quilts and painted game boards and
hooked rugs and braided rugs …and pillows.
The show is huge, with a big
preview party Friday night. GUESS WHAT? Daddy comes! He hands Mom a beer and
takes me away to see beautiful and amazing things –--religious artifacts,
Spanish colonial furniture and silver crowns, textiles, jewelry, tribal masks
and the wonderful Santos that Mike McKissick displays on the wall of Waterbird
Traders while I dance on his counter top. Nan and Dave Pirnack from Colorado
have the most colorful booth with a huge painted birdcages and folk art carved
figures. Our booth is next to the kitchen where sometimes dealers will bring
customers to see things that are special. Daddy and I saw someone one roll out something
that had yellow feathers like Big Bird on the kitchen floor and say, “It’s
$100,000.” I think that’s a lot.
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Steve looking happy, Mike looking wary--- of me? |
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I visit everyone! |
That night we take a walk up
Canyon Rd to see the galleries and adobe houses and bungalows. It starts to
rain, so Daddy goes back for Big Red and Mom and I sit on someone’s porch bench
and watch a lightening storm over the mountains. Mom thinks about how hard the
early Texans fought to make sure Santa Fe was part of Texas and how much harder
everyone else fought to make sure that it wasn’t. She remembers coming to Santa
Fe with her family and staying in the big La Fonda Hotel. She remembers coming
later in college and staying there again –that time for the ten cent admission
to the ladies room. Very Santa Fe.
The next day there are kids
everywhere at the Ethnographic Show. Some are just enjoying the colorful
antiques and some have grown up coming to these shows with their parents, like
me. Many are running around with their own cell phones and walkie-talkies. They
are hustling--- cleaning showcases, fetching food for dealers, carrying
packages. One boy about nine showed me a wad of cash he made working at the
show. Daddy has to fly home, so during pack up Mom hires that boy to play with me
for 2 hours for $10. But packing takes longer than 2 hours. At midnight, we are
the only ones left, pulling out of the parking lot. I managed to stay awake
again.
The next day we are heading home. We had a great
time in New Mexico. Before we leave, we visit the talking parrot at the plant store
next to the Silver Saddle. A talking parrot! Life doesn’t get any better than that. Good
bye, New Mexico. We’ll see you next summer, but that’s a whole other story.
Until then, happy trails and keep looking for the big one. Your friend, Della.