In almost every community we visit there is an antique store showcasing sentimental collectibles with no high intrinsic value. In Maine, some tourist destinations had antique stores on nearly every block. Even in the middle of farm fields in the Midwest, J.J. and I saw huge red barns advertising themselves as antique malls.
According to Merriam Webster, "An antique is a relic or object of ancient times, a work of art, piece of furniture, or decorative object made at an earlier period."
For purposes of importation and exportation, US Customs stipulate an object must be at least 100 years old to be called antique.
I recall my conversation with a fellow RVer in Bloomington, Minnesota. The wife told me that she loves antiques and she cannot walk by an antique store without walking in. She further added that she will always find an antique piece or two which she must have. When I asked her if the pieces she purchased have papers that authenticates its origin and thus add value, she stared at me astonished and said, "Honey I can tell if it's genuine antique or not by just smelling it." When she went into their "home" to prepare their dinner, her husband confided that he believes his wife has no idea whether she is actually buying a real antique or she just has this insatiable appetite to collect stuff. I wished him best when we parted company.
Tonight we are staying at Elk Creek RV Resort in Piedmont where a flock of wild turkeys are running around.
Aloha -- Cathi