Last weekend we found ourselves up in Nebraska for one thing or another driving around. One of the many small towns we drove through was Norfolk, where we had a little time to kill. So we looked for an antique store. It’s been a while since I did any antiquing and I was suffering from antiquingus withdrawalus, a well known illness. Look it up.

Anyway, we found an antique place bordering the railroad tracks in Norfolk’s old downtown. I didn’t get the name of the place, but I was able to find it on a map. Click HERE for the location and map.

Anywho, it was one of those antique stores that is packed from floor to ceiling with narrow walkways around and between the shelves. Antique paradise!

In the kitchen section, I found an old pyrex 10″ pie dish that looked like it had never been used.

I have one 10″ and have needed another for some time. Perfect, and I love how the handles turn down for a better grip when handling with hotpads.

Price? $4 Cha-Ching!

In one corner of the store was a pile of disorganized linens: quilts, napkins, doileys, aprons, etc. I dove into the pile and found a dresser scarf with a hand-crocheted edge.


Perfect for the dresser we have in our bathroom that holds towels and stuff.

Price: $4  Cha-Cha-Ching!

After sorting through the apron pile I found this one made from an old flour sack.

Plain and functional. Perfect.

Price: $6  Cha-Ching-a-roo!

I headed to the cash register to pay for my treasures where I asked the clerk/owner what Bon Ton Flour was? He replied that it was an old flour mill that used to exist in Norfolk. Later when we returned home I looked it up online and couldn’t find any Bon Ton aprons like mine. I’m guessing maybe it was a promotional item of some sort.


Me: Hey Harland, take a picture of me jumping.

Harland: No.

Me:  Oh, c’mon.

Harland:   No.

Me:  C’mon, I’ll jump up into the air.

Harland:  Sigh. Ok, go.

Me:  Wow, I can do better. Looks like I only got about 6 inches off the ground.  C’mon, take another pic of me.

Harland:  Sigh. Ok, go again.

Harland:  You look like a paratrooper coming down.

Me:  And it still looks like I only got about 6 inches off the ground. I’d better quit while I’m ahead before I do myself an injury. I’m too old for this, I’m practically an antique myself. Let’s get out of the middle of the road and go back into the house.  It’s time for us antiques to go to bed.