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Emyl Jenkins’ Algonquin Appraisals

This month’s installment of “Algonquin Appraisals” brings you everything from Gold Rush trivia to an unexpectedly valuable sewing chest. If you’d like your own treasures appraised, shoot me an email at brittany AT algonquin DOT com for more details.

-Brittany

Algonquin: I found this unusual coin while going through my grandfather’s possessions. It’s1.25 inches in diameter and looks like gold, although it doesn’t seem heavy enough to be pure gold. The writing on the front reads “1839-1939″ and the back reads “Sacramento Sutter’s Fort Golden Empire Centennial.”

Emyl: Many centennial celebrations commemorate the occasion by minting a souvenir metal or “coin.”  That’s just what the Sacramento Sutter’s Fort committee did in 1939.  Sutter’s Fort, an agricultural settlement was founded in 1839 by John H. Sutter, and as such was an important site in California’s early days.  One of the men Sutter hired to help with building at the fort was a carpenter, John Marshall.  It was on January 24, 1848, while constructing a sawmill, that Marshall came upon a mineral “very bright and brittle; and gold, bright, yet malleable,” and, as they say, the rest is history. The Gold Rush was on.  Because these sorts commemorative metals are plentiful, they have more historic interest than monetary value—which is usually just a few dollars.

Algonquin: This glass pitcher is at least 125 years old. It has an etched floral design. In addition, it has my great-great grandmother’s name inscribed on the front: “Mrs. W.S. Heck.” What would this item be worth today?

Emyl: During the turn-of-the-century era, wheel-cut etched glass decorated with ferns and flowers, insects and spider webs, even mythological scenes and historic figures, was all the rage.  Factories from Austria to America turned out beautiful tableware—from pitchers like yours to candy dishes.  Just as silver was engraved to show pride of ownership, or to celebrate a birth or anniversary or special event, so were prized glass pieces.  Having your great-great-grandmother’s name so immortalized certainly adds to its value in your family.  But this could detract from its retail value in an antique shop.  Pitchers similar to yours, but without a name, generally sell in the $50-$150 range depending on size and condition.

Algonquin: My grandmother’s wooden sewing cabinet recently resurfaced in a family member’s attic. It is 15.5″ x 35″ x 29.” It has glass fronts on about half of the doors and is in very good condition.

Emyl: Your very attractive sewing cabinet appears to have a combination of drawer fronts:  some burl wood, some glass, and some with lettering, such as “cotton.”  The wood appears to be walnut and the knobs are also appropriate to the 1890ish period. And I wondered if any of the drawers retail dowels on which spools of threat could be arranged and organized? All in all, the size of your cabinet, the quality of the wood, and its appearance in the photograph suggest that it may be worth more than you might imagine.  In the right market, if it is as it appears, it could well be in the $2,000-plus range.

Algonquin: I have a vase made by the Rosewood pottery company in Cincinnati, OH. Approximately 7.5″ high. The body of the vase is covered in a raised design of horses under cracked, green glaze. The marking on the bottom reads: “XLV 6889 50.” Can you tell me anything about when the vase was made and its value?

Emyl: Actually, your vase was made by the Rookwood Pottery Company, the famed Arts and Crafts pottery.  There were three highly esteemed pottery companies in Ohio at the turn-of-the-century: Weller, Rookwood, and Roseville.  It’s easy to see how the similar names “Rookwood” and “Roseville” could be meshed into “Rosewood,” so don’t feel bad about this misnomer.

It is your vase’s style, as well as its mark—a backward ‘R’ joined to a ‘P’ and surrounded by flame-like rays—that clearly identify it as Rookwood.  Early in the 20th century, Roman Numerals were added beneath the Rookwood mark on each piece to identify the year it was made, as well as numbers, which identified its shape. Numerous articles and books have been written about the famed and popular Rookwood pieces, but a quick resource for more information is their website, www.rookwood.com, and for more information on how to date Rookwood pieces see www.artpotteryblog.com/art_pottery_blog/2007/11/rookwood-potter.html.  There you’ll learn that your very attractive vase was made in 1945.  Today its value would fall in the $125-$200 range, while smaller vases in that style and color would be around $75-125.

Emyl Jenkins is a longtime antiques appraiser. She has worked at two auction houses and has written numerous books and articles on antiques and is the author of the Sterling Glass mysteries The Big Steal and Stealing with Style. She lives in Richmond, Virginia. If you (and your book group) can’t wait until next month’s installment, Emyl Jenkins is “touring” book clubs across the country via Skype. If your group would enjoy a “virtual visit,” just e-mail EmylJenkins AT emyljenkins DOT com and write in the message line “club visit.”

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Ask Dr. Bleedingheart

Bleeding Heart BlossomsDear Dr. Bleedingheart,

Help!  It’s February and I’m going crazy!  The days are short, the sky is grey, and the garden is buried under dirty, slushy snow.  I’ve become so irritable and downtrodden myself that even my best friends can’t stand to be around me.  Winter has seriously gotten me down.  Do you have any ideas for helping frustrated gardeners get through the long, dismal winter?

Signed,

Snowbound

Dear Snowbound,

As it happens, I do have a suggestion for gardeners who are feeling weighed down by the short, gloomy days of February.  It’s called Puerto Vallarta.  Seriously, honey, pack your bags and get out of town.  It’s warm down there, the bougainvillea is blooming, and the papaya trees are fruiting. What you need is a margarita and a beach chair.

You thought I was going to suggest that you read a seed catalog or force some paperwhite bulbs indoors, didn’t you?  No! Screw the seed catalogs. If this were 1910 I’d be telling you to read a seed catalog and sprout a bulb on a windowsill.  But this isn’t 1910, is it?  We live in a modern era of cheap jet travel, and for this we should be grateful.  Find yourself a recession-friendly travel package to Mexico, Hawaii, or even Miami.  Throw a mystery novel and a sarong in a bag, and go to a place where they’ve got real plants in bloom.  Life is short; avail yourself of the pleasures of the tropics. Trust me, you won’t regret it.  Gather ye coconuts while ye may.

Amy StewartAmy Stewart is the author of From the Ground Up: The Story of a First Garden, The Earth Moved: On the Remarkable Achievements of Earthworms, and the New York Times bestsellers Flower Confidential: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful in the Business of Flowers and Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln’s Mother & Other Botanical Atrocities. Find more from her at Garden Rant.

Submit your own horticultural question to Dr. Bleedingheart by emailing it to: katie [at] algonquin [dot] com

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Maria Finn on Heartbreak and Mending

When I learned of my husband’s infidelity and sunk into a messy funk, one thing that surprised me were all the friends and acquaintances I had who had experienced something similar, but hadn’t mentioned it to me before. One girlfriend learned her husband was cheating when she checked her credit card bills and realized he was charging hotel rooms for his affairs on her tab. Another woman told me how her husband had left her for her brother’s wife—they’d met at family holiday gatherings. Amy, who I talk about in the book, found out her husband was sleeping with a close “friend” of hers. Her husband served her divorce papers while she was at her father’s deathbed.

These stories made me feel better, not so much as misery loving company, but all these people had moved on and rebuilt their lives. This is what gave me the idea for the “Heartbreak Competition.”  While not everyone has braved their way to the tango floor, it’s safe to say, everyone has had their heart broken. We’ve all been dumped and betrayed. We’ve lost a beloved parent or grandparent, tried to conceive a child, lost a child, or thought someone was a close friend and found out otherwise.

Heartbreak comes in many different forms, and we all have to learn how to deal with the sadness. And for some reason, sad songs make us feel better, much in the same way telling each other our stories does—it taps into our humanity and reminds how we are all in this together. So everyone is encouraged to send in a short story of heartbreak, about 100-200 words. The judges choose a winning story, and this tale will be made into a tango song. The competition is running through Valentine’s Day, as this holiday is a torment for the lovelorn. I remember my first one during my divorce. Men holding armloads of flowers walked down the streets; I made my way to a French Bakery, bought myself a chocolate mousse, and ate it while I watched “Mad, Hot Ballroom” by myself. I cried during the movie because the kids were so cute, then cried myself to sleep because it was Valentine’s Day and my heart was broken.

Tango did not just help me get over heartbreak. I learned from it that I could transform my life in many other regards. Every milonga or social dance was a new adventure. I met new people all over the world who shared my passion, I gained confidence to start my own business, and I developed a truce with the opposite gender and learned to approach relationships in an entirely new way. This process of transformation is the goal of the Heartbreak Competition. We will share our stories of sadness, turn them into a work of art, and then we will dance to it.

About Maria Finn

Maria Finn has written for Audubon Magazine, Saveur, Metropolis, the New York Times, and the Los Angeles Times, among many other publications. She has an MFA in creative writing from Sarah Lawrence College, and her essays have been anthologized in Best Food Writing and The Best Women’s Travel Writing.  Learn more about Maria’s new book Hold me Tight & Tango Me Home at her website www.tangomehome.com.

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Emyl Jenkins’ Algonquin Appraisals

Welcome to January’s Algonquin Appraisals! Author and former Sotheby’s appraiser Emyl Jenkins takes a gander at staffers and  readers’ prized possessions.

Doing some cleaning for the New Year and want help separating potential treasures from junk? Shoot me an email at brittany [at] algonquin [dot] com for submission guidelines!

–Brittany

The first two questions answered below lead me to remind everyone that the first clue appraisers look for when examining any object is a mark.  Marks can be in many forms–a label, an impressed stamp or etched symbol, a signature, a hallmark, etc.–and can be found almost anyplace on the piece, so look hard.  Think of marks as shortcuts that can help you quickly know an object’s country of origin, age, quality, and eventually, its value.  But if no mark is visible, or at least obvious, don’t give up.  Just dig a little deeper.

Algonquin:  This unusual cat was picked up at a local thrift shop. It’s about five inches in length and is made of hollow ceramic. What can you tell me about this item’s worth. . . besides its obvious value as a conversation piece?

Emyl: Though there’s no identifying mark on your cat, its big dark eyes and stylized light brown flower decoration, plus its speckle-glazed round body quickly identify its origin as Mexican.  Chances are its paper label noting its country of origin has peeled off over time.

The absence of any mark might lead some people to think that the piece is an antique.  Note, however, that’s there isn’t any sign of wear on the bottom.  This leads me to conclude that though your cat could possibly be 30 or 40 years old, it could be of a more recent vintage.

You’re right, until it gets some more age on it, because so many of these fun, decorative doodads or whimsies were made, your cat’s greatest value is that of a conversation piece.

Algonquin: Given to me by my grandmother, this gold bracelet is at least 80 years old. It is one half of a set of twin bracelets (the other bracelet is not pictured) that can be attached by the gold chain. The surface is covered in a floral design and there is some denting along the side.

Emyl: To know the value of your lovely set of bracelets, its gold content must first be determined.  Marks on jewelry can be so small a magnifying glass is often needed to see them.  It is also possible, since you note there is some denting, the markings on your bracelets can be concealed by a crease.  In any case, a jeweler can quickly test then for their gold content.

However, based on many years of experience, my best judgment says that chances are your bracelets are 12k (karat) gold-filled, in which case, depending on the extent of the denting, their value is probably in the $200-300 range.  If, on the other hand, they should be gold, rather than gold-filled, their value will be substantially more.

Algonquin: What can you tell me about this washstand? It is about 5 feet tall, including the upper portion and is in excellent condition, aside from some scratches on the mirror. I believe it dates back to the early 1900s.

Emyl: Yes, your washstand dates from the 1910s, and is a classic example of the quarter-sawn oak furniture, and was all the fashion with the burgeoning middle classes of that day.

Though the furniture was sold at Sears and other furniture stores, this style furniture is often generically called “Larkin oak.”  In the early 1900s the Larkin Soap Company came up with the marketing idea of redeeming coupons included in its soap products for inexpensively made furniture produced by a factory which was also run by the Larkin Company.  To ensure that its products were affordable, Larkin also cut out “middle man” expenses by selling its products directly to the customer.  Thus dressers with mirrors like yours usually “cost” about $30 worth of coupons.  Today such pieces generally retail anywhere from $150 to $ 350.

Algonquin: Souvenir book from the Thirty-third National Open Golf Championship at the Winged Foot Golf Club, June 27-29, 1929. Book is soft bound and size is 8 1/2″ x 11″, 112 pgs, not counting front & back covers. Outside Front and back cover of book have come unglued from rest of stapled booklet and there are two folds on spine of cover, but otherwise, book is in good condition with minimal folds, and no major tears or stains. This book was found in a used bookshop on Topsail Island, NC about 5 years ago. Inside the booklet there was also a 6″ x 3 1/2″ scorecard dated June 30, 1929, and the scorer line is signed as Bill Simpson, as best I can read (in pencil) and a 3″ round gallery pass good for Sunday, June 30, 1929.  Here is a link to a bit of history about this particular National Open year: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1128322/1/index.htm

Emyl: Wow! Finds like this make an appraiser’s day.  I’ll admit, I’m not an expert in sports memorabilia, but wanting to learn more, I started digging around for additional information.  Of course these days that means exploring the Internet.

My investigation led me to a copy of a souvenir book like yours that sold in 2007 (item number 182032) by the PBA Galleries in San Francisco.   You might want to sit down when I tell you that it sold for was $7,474.00.

Now, what the Internet does not tell us is how the condition of the your book compares to the one they sold, or what today’s market for such items is.  My advice is that you check out the PBA Galleries “contact us” page, give them a call, and learn more from the real experts.

Emyl Jenkins is a longtime antiques appraiser. She has worked at two auction houses and has written numerous books and articles on antiques and is the author of the Sterling Glass mysteries The Big Steal and Stealing with Style. She lives in Richmond, Virginia.

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From Bill Smith’s Kitchen – Eastern North Carolina Corned Ham

For the last few years the Carrboro Farmers’ Market has been open year round. It’s much smaller of course, but still worth visiting. This winter for a change we have had a real drawn-out cold spell.  This will have set back some of the things that ordinarily do well here at this time of year. One crop that won’t be bothered is collards. My great grandmother always said that you shouldn’t even eat them until after the first frost. If she got any before this, she would put them in the freezer for a while before they were cooked.

Meats and cheeses are not affected by the season and we now have lots of both there. In fact, I always wait until after the holidays to bring back corned hams, a favorite recipe from Eastern North Carolina. Every Wednesday between now and Easter, I have Eliza MacLean bring one fresh ham from her Cane Creek Farm. I salt it the way Gwen at the Pak’a’Sak in New Bern showed me years ago and put it in the back of the fridge to cure for eleven days. I used to cook it plain, but a few years ago, I was doing a fundraiser with the Kitchen Sisters for our local NPR affiliate. In their book Hidden Kitchens, they make reference to a Maryland-style corned ham that is stuffed with winter greens. I had never seen a reference to corned hams anywhere so I decided to try this version. I had always viewed my recipe as beyond improvement, but this new version is unbelievably good. It has now become part of our repertoire at Crook’s Corner.

Eastern North Carolina Corned Ham
(The plain version and the fancy version)
Serves a crowd

15-20 pound fresh ham
Kosher salt

2 green cabbages, finely chopped
4 pounds fresh kale, finely chopped
6 bunches scallions, finely chopped
1 bunch of celery, finely chopped
And if you are stuffing it:
2 pounds other greens (collards, turnip or spinach etc.), finely chopped
2 Tablespoons celery seed
3 Tablespoons whole mustard seed
3 Tablespoons ground red pepper flakes
1 Tablespoon black pepper
1 Tablespoon salt

Rinse and dry the ham. Use a sharp boning knife to make a three or four inch incision at each place that the bone protrudes from the meat. This is usually in three places: one at each end and one place on the side. Pack as much salt as possible into each of these incisions, and then cover the outside of the ham with a thin layer of salt. Place in a non-reactive pan and cover. Keep in the refrigerator for 11 days. Turn the ham and resalt the outside if you think about it. One the night of the 11th day wash the ham and flush the salt out of the pockets that you cut. Soak overnight in cool water.

The ham is ready to cook at this point, and in fact this is the ham that I grew up eating. Just cook covered at 325 degrees for 20 minutes a pound.  Put a little water in the roasting pan. Uncover for the last hour of cooking so the ham will brown. Ham should be beginning to fall off of the bone. Let rest a little before serving.

To stuff the ham:
This next part comes from Phyllis Richman (formerly of the Washington Post) by way of The Kitchen Sisters:
Wilt all the vegetables in a little water or oil, then stir in the seasonings. Allow to cool enough to be handled. With the boning knife, cut 2 to 3 inch slits all over the ham, wherever there is room. Stuff as much of the vegetable mixture into these slashes as possible. Pack any leftover stuffing on top of the ham, then cook the same as explained above.

Bill Smith, the author of Seasoned in the South: Recipes from Crook’s Corner and from Home, has served as chef at Crook’s Corner for more than a decade. His essays have been featured in newspapers and on radio and television, and his recipes have been selected for 150 Best American Recipes and Food & Wine Magazine’s Best of the Best.

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Ask Dr. Bleedingheart

Bleeding Heart BlossomsDear Dr. Bleedingheart,

Should I worry that crickets have decided to move into my basement this winter? Thankfully, they are rather polite tenants and respectful of quiet hours. Although generally nondestructive, they are eating the cat food, which shows some poor judgment on their part – without an ample supply of Friskies, the cats very well might turn to crickets for their morning snack. Is the cat food just the start? Will they soon terrorize my basement like a 7-year locust, or are they simply harmless crickets looking for a place to stay when it gets chilly?

Dr. Bleedinghart, should I let them stay through the winter months, or would I be better off kicking them out on the cold, hard curb?

Signed,
Chirping Worried

Dear Chirping,

Never fear.  Some people love the sound of crickets chirping.  Some people believe crickets bring good luck.  Some people feel that the natural sounds of the world—the crickets, the foxes, the wind and the rain—are the most peaceful and soothing sounds one could hear while falling asleep.  I don’t suppose you’d be one of those people, would you?

If you’re not, that’s okay.  It’s your house; you should get to decide who lives there.  Just be glad we’re dealing with crickets, not unemployed in-laws looking for a place to stay until they get back on their feet.  As uninvited guests go, crickets are both harmless and easy to get rid of.

Start by sealing up any cracks or gaps in windows, walls, doorways, and so forth.  Then walk around the house and see if you have any cricket condos right up against the walls.  Stacks of firewood, piles of bricks or stones, and weeds and grass around the foundation might be inviting crickets inside.

And if you still hear chirping after you’ve tried those changes?  Get simple, non-toxic glue traps at the hardware store or garden center.  Put them down near the source of the chirping, and pile a little cornmeal in the center of each trap. Within a couple days, the crickets should be glued helplessly down.  What happens next is up to you.

And seriously, about the in-laws:  unemployment’s on the rise, and everybody’s broke after the holidays.  This is a good time to make it known that your guest room is infested with black mold and both your bathrooms are under renovation.  As with pest control, prevention is the best cure.  Good luck.

Amy StewartAmy Stewart is the author of From the Ground Up: The Story of a First Garden, The Earth Moved: On the Remarkable Achievements of Earthworms, and the New York Times bestsellers Flower Confidential: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful in the Business of Flowers and Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln’s Mother & Other Botanical Atrocities. Find more from her at Garden Rant.

Submit your own horticultural question to Dr. Bleedingheart by emailing it to: katie [at] algonquin [dot] com

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Ask Dr. Bleedingheart

Bleeding Heart BlossomsDear Dr. Bleedingheart,

My girlfriend and I are about to spend our first Christmas together, and already we’re having problems.  She insists on getting a real tree, not to mention garlands, wreaths, mistletoe, and just about any other living thing she can get her hands on.  I say we should get an artificial tree, or just not have one at all, before we allow a tree to be cut down in the forest. I thought she was a pretty eco-friendly gal, but now I’m beginning to wonder.  What’s next, an SUV and a plastic water bottle?

Signed,
I’m Dreaming of a Green Christmas

Dear Dreaming,

Ah, the clash of holiday traditions.  And to think you haven’t even made it to food, in-laws, or the age-old Johnny Mathis vs. Perry Como debate. (Personally, I’m a Dean Martin girl no matter the season.)

The good news is that your girlfriend isn’t quite as anti-environment as you might think.  Christmas trees don’t come out of forests; they come from tree farms, where they are grown in rows the same way you’d grow corn or tomatoes. And a tree farm can be a surprisingly Earth-friendly operation: remember that young, growing trees sequester quite a bit of carbon from the atmosphere. Supporting your local tree farmer can be every bit as worthwhile as supporting your local beet farmer.

And believe it or not, organic Christmas trees are available.  Go to GreenPromise.com (http://www.greenpromise.com/resources/organic-christmas-trees.php) for a list of organic tree farms in 22 states.

But if the idea of a dead tree in the living room is too much to take, consider a live tree in a pot.  Ask the friendly people at your local garden center to help you choose a variety that will do well year-round in your climate, and remember that potted trees get heavy.  Don’t try it unless you have an easy way to wheel it in and out of the house as the seasons change.

And remember that a little flexibility around the holidays can be a go a long way. If she’s a Southerner, you’re going to eat a bite of black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day whether you like it or not.  Look at it this way:  if the black-eyed peas themselves don’t bring you luck, making your girlfriend happy surely will.

Amy StewartAmy Stewart is the author of From the Ground Up: The Story of a First Garden, The Earth Moved: On the Remarkable Achievements of Earthworms, and the New York Times bestsellers Flower Confidential: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful in the Business of Flowers and Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln’s Mother & Other Botanical Atrocities. Find more from her at Garden Rant.

Submit your own horticultural question to Dr. Bleedingheart by emailing it to: christinag [at] algonquin [dot] com

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Lessons for Grown-ups from Children’s Books

What the Dormouse SaidWe’re pleased to turn today’s post over to our Senior Editor, Amy Gash. Read below as she talks about how she dreamed up the idea for What the Dormouse Said!

I love quotations. I collect them. I share them with friends. I leave them on the desk of my 17-year-old son, Nick, when I think he needs some words of wisdom but not necessarily directly from me. When I was a stay-at-home mother—this was before I worked at Algonquin—reading stories to a then-young Nick, I was surprised to notice that there were lines of great beauty in a many of these children’s books. I would stick the best ones up on the fridge and, when it was pretty much covered in quotations, I realized there were enough to fill a book.

Since What the Dormouse Said: Lessons for Grown-ups from Children’s Books was published, I’ve heard from so many adults who passionately remember their favorite books from childhood. Some of us even continue to read children’s books—and not only to our kids! Reading children’s books as an adult is a different experience; I’m always struck by how much relevance these books can have to my grown-up life. It might be true that everything we need to know we could have learned in kindergarten, right there in the books we were reading, but I was slow and didn’t realize it until 30 years later!

We’d love to know some of your favorite children’s books. You might be interested in taking a look back and see if any particular lines resonate with you. If they do, please share them for an Algonquin compendium. I’ll start us off with a few of my absolute favorite quotations, well worth heeding at any age.

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”—The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“So many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”—The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster

“You don’t need tickets/To listen to crickets”—Insectlopedia, Douglas Florian.

“If you go around thinking you’re being cheated, life becomes very unpleasant.”—Bambi’s Children, Felix Salten

-Amy

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Emyl Jenkins’ Algonquin Appraisals

Welcome to the December edition of Emyl Jenkins’ Algonquin Appraisals. We had some great entries from readers this time around, and we hope more of you will be inspired to submit your own treasures (interpret that as you will) for appraisal in January! Just contact me at brittany AT algonquin DOT com for guidelines.

-Brittany

Vase

Chuck: The colored portions of my metal vase are painted onto the metal and are in relief.  There aren’t any markings on the base, so I haven’t any idea of the age, but because the design is in the “Art Nouveau” style, I’d assume that it is from the early part of the last century.

Emyl: Your very attractive vase was made by applying colorful enamel between thin wire strips (usually brass) called “cloisons” attached to the metal form.   After many coats of enamel are applied, the cloisons become almost invisible.  This technique dates back to ancient times, but it became especially popular during the nineteenth and early twentieth century when it was used to make everything from decorative plates to lamps to jewelry.

Around the middle of the twentieth century, cloisonné fell out of fashion, but once again I’m beginning to see both vintage and reproduction cloisonné items in antique shops.  The absence of any mark on the bottom could mean that it is old, or it could be new and the label identifying its country of origin simply removed.  You didn’t mention the size of your vase, but if it is approximately 8 to 12 or 14 inches tall and in perfect condition, comparable vases are selling in the $150-$250 range.

Tip:  If considering buying a cloisonné vase or bowl, to be sure it isn’t damaged, run your fingers over both the outside and inside for dents that can be concealed by the design.

Paintings

Neal: These two paintings are estimated to be from the 1850s.  There are no distinguishing marks on either.  The dimensions are 8” x 10” and 18” x 24”.  What can you tell me about these paintings and their possible value?

Emyl: Over the centuries literally thousands of paintings of the Madonna and Christ Child have been painted—and copied.  In fact, an age-old art studio exercise requires students to copy Old Master paintings.  As a result, untold numbers of copies of priceless original paintings that hang in museums, galleries, churches, and cathedrals exist.

I’m assuming that when you said the paintings “are estimated to be from the 1850s” that this information came either from someone who has examined these paintings, or from a family member or dealer.  It will take an art appraiser to give you a definitive value of the paintings, but when really fine quality 19th century copies come up at good auction galleries the prices can sometimes sell in the high four-figure range.

Chest of drawers

Algonquin: My tall chest of drawers has a label in it saying the exterior portions are all solid mahogany.  I know my grandparents bought it in 1938 when they were married and it is still in very good condition.  The drawers slide better than the ones on a newer chest I bought a few years ago.  What style is it and does it have any value today?

Emyl: Your grandparents bought a fine quality chest when they made this purchase.  Style-wise, today we would say your chest is in the “Colonial Revival” style, which refers to traditionally styled furniture made following the American centennial celebration (1876) until the mid-twentieth century.   Actually, the chest combines two eighteenth-century styles—the body copies the angular Chippendale style, and the curving cabriole-legs and padded feet of the base copy the Queen Anne style.  At auction such chests usually sell in the $150-300 range, but in antique shops they are more often priced around $400 to $600.

USMCWWI

Duncan: This WWI Marine Corps recruiting poster is in mint condition.  It measures 4’ X 3’ and is mounted on a museum-quality mat behind UV protecting glass.  It came from the Baltimore, Maryland, recruiting district where I entered the Marines.  I’d love to have this item appraised.

Emyl: I’m always delighted to learn that some treasure from the past has been saved, protected for future generations, and has a personal attachment.  It’s the stories that make these pieces fun, as well as valuable.  As you can imagine, many recruiting posters were produced as the country went into the First World War, thus your poster isn’t really rare, but its mint condition and age make it worth around $500-750, and I’m sure its value will continue to increase through the years.

Emyl JenkinsEmyl Jenkins is a longtime antiques appraiser. She has worked at two auction houses and has written numerous books and articles on antiques and is the author of the Sterling Glass mysteries The Big Steal and Stealing with Style. She lives in Richmond, Virginia.

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Southern Belly Redux

John T. Edge, “the Faulkner of Southern food” (the Miami Herald) and author of  Southern Belly: The Ultimate Food Lover’s Companion to the South is today’s guest author. He’ll be popping in on our blog from time to time to keep us in the know on all the latest and greatest Southern foodie gems!

Southern BellyIt’s been a couple of years since the revised and updated paperback of Southern Belly hit bookstore shelves. Every so often, I come across a few places that should have made the book. Here, and on www.southernbelly.com, I’ll add short updates that I consider to be worthy addendums to a roll call of great eats backed by great stories.

Walker’s Southern Style Bar-B-Que Cochon de Lait Po'boy
10828 Haynes Blvd.
New Orleans, LA
504-241-8227

In the early 1990s, while running a catering company, Wanda and Skip Walker began smoking pork for cochon de lait poor boys and selling the sandwiches at rural festivals. By the early years of the 21st century, they were serving those poor boys at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival.

The naming of the sandwich was a bit of a conceit. In Cajun Country, to the west of New Orleans, cochon de lait translates from the French as a whole suckling pig, roasted over a wood fire.

The Walkers took what was once a boucherie standard and, by way of cooking bone-in pork butts instead of whole suckling pigs, modernized it. In the process, they codified a new poor boy style.

At Walker’s Southern Style Bar-B-Que, their hutch of a restaurant by the Lake Ponchartrain levee, they cook those pork butts in a Southern Pride brand smoke box, pull the smoky pork into shreds, pile on coleslaw, and — in a tip of the hat to the emerging import of Vietnamese cookery and culture — tuck the whole into pistolettes, sourced from Dong Phuong Oriental Bakery.

Wonder Bar Wonderbar
Bridgeport Hwy.
Clarksburg, WV
304-622-1451

Perched above a 4-lane highway, at the top of a vertiginous road, the Wonder Bar, open since the 1940s and constructed to recall a lodge in the Rocky Mountains, is a steakhouse of the Red Velvet Bordello School.

The walls are flocked with photos of long serving cooks like Sam Hunter, a giant of a man famous for wielding a giant spatula. The wine list is serious, a leather-bound volume with true heft.

The draws are big hunks of meat, swamped in butter, topped with sweet and hot peppers.

Like pepperoni rolls, which are the preferred snack food hereabouts, the Wonder Bar is a vestige of days when West Virginia’s coal mining industry drew scores of Italian immigrants.

Drive the streets of Clarksburg and you’ll spy a number of southern Italian spaghetti and steak restaurants. The Clique Club comes to mind. So does Minard’s Spaghetti Inn. But The Wonder Bar, run by Debbie Folio Cherubino, daughter of founder John Folio, and her husband, Mickey Cherubino, is a true keeper of the red sauce flame.

John T. EdgeJohn T. Edge is director of the Southern Foodways Alliance, an institute of the Center for the Study of Southern Culture at the University of Mississippi. The SFA documents, teaches and celebrates the diverse food cultures of the American South. The SFA has completed more than 400 oral histories and 20 films, focusing on the likes of fried chicken cooks, row crop farmers, oystermen, and bartenders.

Edge writes a monthly column, “United Tastes,” for the New York Times. He writes a restaurant column for Garden & Gun. He is a longtime columnist for the Oxford American. His work for Saveur and other magazines has been featured in seven editions of the Best Food Writing compilation.

Edge is the editor of seven books, including the foodways volume of the New Encyclopedia of Southern Culture. He is the author of six books, including Southern Belly: The Ultimate Food Lover’s Companion to the South, and the James Beard Foundation Award–nominated cookbook, A Gracious Plenty: Recipes and Recollections from the American South. In 2009, he was elected to the Beard Foundation’s Who’s Who of Food and Beverage in America.

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