Waxing and waning
6 Sep 2013
The first thing that caught my eye was an old man perched on a bench with wild white hair. His posture was odd and he was surrounded by a group of men and women in period costumes. For the millisecond before I realized they weren't live people, it was actually unsettling. There were Indians, creepy men in a beautiful red antique car and pilgrims? We're those pilgrims? Considering I was driving by at 60 mph and didn't have my camera, I continued on my way to work. For the rest of the day, I kept thinking about how soon I could get my camera and get back there to take pictures. They were gone when I drove home that day.
The next day I was off but I decided to grab my camera and drag my husband out there so I could take pictures. When we got there, all of the figures were set right back out by the road with for sale signs but the man who was selling them was packing up. He was nice enough to let me take pictures and even let me go into the truck and snap away. He began to tell us the history of the Plymouth Museum and that the figures cost over $1500 a piece to when they were made in the 60's. He has over 60 of them and is selling them for $400 a piece. He grew up around the museum, and remembers many of these figures from his childhood. Many of them are broken, the truck was scattered with random limbs, heads, torsos, and plaques that told the story of the pilgrims and Plymouth Rock. Just as I start finding my favorite pieces to shoot, my camera asks me if I would like to delete all photos because my internal memory is full. F@&k! Where is my memory card!? Ugh!!! I'm super annoyed but at this point I'm just happy I found them and got a chance to take some pictures. I could have spent hours there but I can't imagine having one of these things in my house. It was kind of cool but also sad to see this man hoping to make his fortune selling discarded and disintegrating wax figures of which he holds fond childhood memories.