July 17, 2014
It started out innocently enough, before my formative teenage years. During a quest to find new reading material for my studies and personal curiosities and knowing my affinity for arcane folklore and the macabre, (mostly centered on the lycanthropic), a friend suggested a visit to the local comics shop. Comic books? Seriously? It hardly seemed my pas du faire. However since all available resource material from the local libraries had already been expended what choice was there? The internet had yet to exist.
50¢ (the increment of change, not the rapper) purchased an issue of the discontinued Marvel Comics series Werewolf By Night. Soon the werewolf was joined by the Macabre Manthing and Howard the Duck and the still lingering interest in anti-heroes was spawned, much to my parents’ dismay, who feared the influence this type of literature might have on my young mind.
Starting high school, my comic collection was paltry at best. Barely filling a bureau drawer it hardly qualified as a “collection.” But that’s the downside of limiting oneself to discontinued series. Then one day during an intellectually stimulating history class...hahahahaha BORING!!! Anyway another friend (yes, I had two) slipped me a copy of Uncanny X-MEN #251; my world changed forever.
By graduation I had amassed hundreds of comics. Comic book stores and conventions were familiar territory. The books were soon followed by t-shirts, figures, statues and other assorted comic book based memorabilia. It was official I had achieved “collector” status. My garage transformed into my own private comic book store. Packed wall to wall with collectables. Then life happened. A child and two failed marriages. It was following the second’s end that the definition of collecting began to evolve and change course.
Comics slid to the side and gave way to Anime bunny girls, antique glass bottles, Steven King novels (hardback only), movie paraphernalia (mostly Evil Dead, still loving that anti-hero jazz) 600+ VHS movies (not to mention the interior of a closed video store). Assorted weapons and tools from battle axes to bow saws. Chainsaws of course, which are difficult to display en masse. And the list goes on and on.
When upon finding my third and final spouse (Third time’s the charm or three strikes your out—either way I’m done) there was a bit of apprehension. What would be her impression of the assorted items. Amazingly she looked around and summed it up in one word: “Eclectic” and assured me it flowed together nicely, painting an accurately abstract image of the home owner.
Well how flattering that was what a nice thing to say...this decided after I’d looked up the word “eclectic” in the dictionary. It is an adjective (that’s a describing word for those of you who missed out on School House Rock). It’s defined as: deriving ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources. Well that pretty much sums me up and lets me know she approves...for the most part.
Thus the collection continues to grow and change. And I’m always mindful to thin out the herd from time to time with trading or selling. Because there is a very fine line between eclectic collector and hoarder.
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