I never intended on becoming a collector. Being a child of the 1980’s I was thrust directly into
the “keep the kids busy era.” A lot of homes across the world were becoming more and more 2-
income households. So with both parents often working the childhood entertainment industry
was about to explode like never before.
in Mars Pennsylvania was not one of those homes, my Mother was always with us.
Thankfully so, because my Mom is where Hunting Nostalgia came from. With my childhood
antics I cannot believe she is still sane. My Mom and Grandfather would “garage sale.” They
wouldn’t sell often, but they would buy regularly. So regularly they went bright and early every
single Saturday and Sunday. I wasn’t quite old enough to have the interest to go myself yet but
from a very young age I would see the treasures they would deliver week,after month,after year.
It was their sport. And they were pros.
I grew up next door to my Grandparents who I also happen to share a birthday with, all 3 of us
born on September 1st. . Along with my grandparents lived my 5 uncles. The youngest of them
is only 7 years older than myself. This made for a childhood in hyperdrive. I saw up close all of
the coolest things that the 80’s had to offer. Years before I should have, in many cases that was
part of the fun. Each one of them had something that was interesting to me about them.
I am constantly searching for nothing. I have primary collections sure. But my hunt is specifically
for that feeling. That feeling that was born from the times spent with my Grandfather and Mom
“garage sailing” or that feeling of being the “lucky” one. Because that is a given. I have been
extremely lucky, in life in general. I have the children that I always wanted to pass along my
passions. And the Wife, much like my Grandmother, who doesn’t love the idea of “bringing
home old junk.” The actual items themselves are only vessels for those feelings of nostalgia.
And that is why, with the help of many friends and family members have created Hunting
Nostalgia the toy sniffing show of my dreams.