My parents exposed me to what I affectionately refer to as the "jewels of our ancestors" when I was just a child. They toted us to auctions and estate sales and garage sales and even dump grounds to find hidden treasures to stock our family store - Poor Boy's Antiques. Poor Boy was my grandfather's nickname as child and later in the 50's, his CB radio handle! Today I am proud to carry on the name and the tradition. I like to breathe new life into my finds and pass them along to someone else! In the process, I fall in love with each piece as I work to give it a second chance, and many times, a new purpose. If you have something you're certain there is no hope for - holler at me! I bet I can surprise you!