Some think I'm a quiet person, but that is not actually true. I'm a dormant volcano and have been working for lawyers for 40 years, which made that necessary sometimes.
The last 22 years were also spent caring for my parents in their house (while living in my own) and I lost the last of those on February 27, 2009, causing a very difficult year and a store.
You see, dad was raised during the great depression in a family with 8 children. In his adult life, most of what he passed came into the house and stayed there.
Mom's family has been in America since the early 1600's and heirlooms galore were also stored in their house that have been handed down through the centuries. This threaded down from Massachusetts to New Jersey to Virginia to Georgia and finally, to Florida. There were two presidents, two actors, one dead, one alive and one famous writer's editor that I've found in the archives.
Dad was also a glass blower and left me with an instinct (with his collecting and teaching expertise) for spotting good glass from the corner of my eye.
While readying their home for sale, I found secret places where unbelievable antiques were stashed, wrapped in tinfoil behind pots and pans, protected by one thing or another. There was even a tiny drawer in the kitchen that no one would even approach for all of the gooky wire and metal panels for electrical work. When I cleaned that out, I also found all of his grandchildren's and great-grandchildren's marbles, yo-yo's and shrinky-dinks. He kept them there so he'd always have something for them to play with while visiting.
My line of research now has changed from law to glass and antiques. I am now disabled, but have the help of my beagle (Sares) to notify me when trouble is on the way.
Love this. It beats the heck out of law. Law nearly killed me and I'm very thankful to be with Bonanza.