Everything that had become old and stale became new again in recent months. After years of finding nothing that interested me in many of the antique spots I used to frequent, I developed a new obsession that had me dipping my toes back into places in which I had long sense given up hope of finding anything.
No, I’m not giving up on pencils. Call this an additional obsession rather than a new one. In June, I became fascinated with the Gregory Fount-O-Ink Company’s products, and by last month I’d picked all of the low-hanging fruit in the online auctions.
As the Fount-O-Ink rabbit hole bottomed out online, I branched out sideways. Morriset stands, Sengbusch, Carter, Regal . . . in for a penny, in for a pound. But as with pencils, or pens, or anything one chooses to collect, picking up new examples gets more difficult after the easy ones are all on the shelf at home. I began to wonder how many times I had looked right through these things “in the wild.” Three weeks ago, it was time to satisfy my curiosity at an off-Extravaganza Springfield Antique Show.
By “off-Extravaganza” I mean one of the ordinary shows that runs every month through the year. Janet and I quit going to the usual ones because it seemed to always be the same dealers with the same stuff, month after month. Unless we are really bored, the only Springfield shows we usually attend are the “Extravaganza” events in May and September which are easily ten times as big, held mostly outdoors. Since we have other commitments this month for Extravaganza weekend, we didn’t have anything else going on, and I had this little itch that told me I didn’t know what I didn’t know at the time, off we went.
The Springfield show was . . . a bust. I spent more money on a pair of corn dogs for our lunch than on anything else. No pens, no pencils, and no inkstands. We had made the rounds so quickly that we decided to stop by the Heart of Ohio Antique Mall an exit or two away from the fairgrounds. There, I had more luck than expected:
Front row, from left: a milk glass Zephyr Swivodex, a Morriset and a Carter “Stylewriter.” In the back row are a pair of Fount-O-Ink sets, and the one on the left with the airplane really made my day. I had seen pictures of it in the company’s catalogs - “for the air-minded” is how they were described - but had never seen one in person. And the little propellers even turn!
The airplane set was the last desk set I found in the mall, and with just a couple rows left to peruse I nearly called it a day . . . and yet, I would have beat myself up in the weeks since wondering what I had missed. I ended up beating myself up anyway, but not for that. In the last row I found a fully stocked counter display filled with a brand of ballpoint pens I have only seen once and I couldn’t wait to write about here again. The staff retrieved it from its locked case and I followed her to the front to cash out.
It had been so long since our last visit to the Heart of Ohio that I did not know they had also shifted to the “cash is king” model. Credit card service is offered, but the fees are added to the cost. Nope, I’m too cheap for that and besides, I brought cash in case I found anything at the show . . . but not quite enough. Were there any discounts, I asked, and yes - the two most expensive items, the airplane desk set and my pen display, gave me just enough room that I was able to pay cash for the whole pile.
I was nervous as she started packing things up. I had spent too much time hunting for that airplane, and I didn’t want it stuffed in a bag even if it was wrapped in paper. I requested a box lid instead, and she was happy to accommodate me. We drove home, I unpacked the desk sets and posted that picture to Facebook, and we went to bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I didn’t remember unpacking that pen display. The next morning, I checked the back of the truck to see if I had just forgotten to bring it inside.
Nope. And it cost me nearly a hundred bucks.
Fortunately, I had an itemized receipt I was able to retrieve from the recycle bin, and it had the item described in detail, the date and time of my purchase, and even the cashier who helped me. I called the Heart of Ohio Mall to ask: it was a longshot, but did they have the item?
Believe it or not, they found it. I asked if I could pay them by credit card to have it shipped to me, since I was the dummy who didn’t notice what I was missing. He declined, saying that it was their fault rather than mine. He took my address and said it would be on its way.
Even after such a nice call, my experience at my day job interfered with my ability to get my hopes up. Lawyers have a distorted view of the world, someone told me many years ago, and I believe it is true. People don’t typically come to see me because someone has done something nice for them, and as the years at my day job go by it becomes harder and harder to fathom that there are people in the world who do.
That’s probably part of why I enjoy my pen and pencil friends as much as I do. We do nice things for each other all the time.
Just like this guy from the Heart of Ohio Antique Mall did for me.
My Kontour ballpoint pen display, much like my dwindling faith in humanity, was once lost and has been found again. I had written an article about the Kontour pencil many years ago . . . it was the only one I had ever seen in all of these years since, and no sooner had I unwrapped the pen display than I was in the museum to pull the pencil out to take what I was sure would be a greatly needed updated picture.
And . . . it isn’t where it is supposed to be – not on the fabled wall o’ pencils. No, I don’t think I demoted it from the wall, but I checked the printer’s cabinets which have housed more overflow as things became more crowded. Not there either. I have two small boxes of items worthy of keeping but not yet written about, but since I’ve already written about the Kontour I was sure it wouldn’t be in those, and it wasn’t.
It will turn up - like my faith in humanity, it will eventually come back and I’ll laugh about it.
That did not, however, stop me from delving further into the Kontour story. Much has changed since I wrote that last article, and the rest of the story is just begging to be told now . . . er . . . tomorrow.