I never intended to run a Catholic antiquities and book business. Not in a million years.
As a cradle Catholic, I grew up in a house that was filled with Catholic images and sacramentals not to mention an abundance of excellent books provided by family members who worked in publishing houses famous for their Catholic catalogues. The beautiful images and concepts presented in those books certainly had their effect in enhancing my identity as a Catholic.
As the years passed, even in the midst of very un-Catholic settings, I became a repository for my friends’ Catholic “found objects.”
Eventually, I had a family of my own. We’re a small family. There are just three of us. And two of us were born with the “junk collecting gene.” Garage sales attracted us like a magnet.
