Getting to the Gilmore Museum was a blast and now that I’m here the memories come flooding back.  I grew up in West Michigan, about 30 minutes north of Hickory Corners. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of riding with my grandma down to the antique shop in town, where she had a booth with old things she curated for sale. She’d bring down a few “new” items, collect any money from things that had been sold, and we’d grab lunch at one of the diners along the route back. (Continue Reading)

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