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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br /><br />
Within the hobby of collecting militaria, we are often faced with government attempts
at the local, state and federal levels to regulate some aspect. Generally, these attempts
are not aimed directly at collectors, but we are caught in the line of fire. This
has been the case with the Stolen Valor Act (which, by the way, is <i>still</i> on
the books as a law), regulation of firearms and destructive devices and historic military
vehicles.<br /><br />
Government regulation has reared its head in Wisconsin to discourage the titling of
historic military vehicles. Several military vehicle clubs in Wisconsin have banded
together and organized a very thought-out, calm attempt to use the system to defeat
the process. The groups have employed lawyers and have designated individuals to represent
their fight at the state level. This concerted effort produced a bill to introduce
to the Transportation Committee of which is being labeled the “Zigmunt Bill” (Representative
Ted Zigmunt is sponsoring it) though it is officially designated Bill LRB3284/4 “Registration
of Historic Military Vehicles”.<br /><br />
Just last week, the call to all Wisconsinites was issued to contact their representatives
to support the Bill LRB3284/4. The period of co-sponsorship lasts only until November
12 in which enough public interest must be shown to gain an introduction to the Transportation
Committee and scheduled for a public hearing. 
<br /><br />
So, if you are currently a Wisconsin resident, contact your representative immediately
and request that they lend their support to <b>BILL LRB3284/4 “Registration of Historic
Military Vehicles”.</b> A copy of the draft is posted. <a href="http://www.militarytrader.com/article/Historic_Military_Vehicles_Under_Fire_in_Wisconsin/">CLICK
HERE</a> to view, along with background information.<br /><br />
Though this is of vital importance to Wisconsin HMV owners, this is a case the rest
of the nation will want to follow. The same scenario has played out in several states
and probably will in several more over the next few years. Having participated in
this process a number of times, I have to emphasize how important it is to approach
the situation calmly, professionally and patiently. 
<br /><br />
If you are faced with a similar situation in your state, contact the Military Vehicles
Preservation Association’s office before you do anything else. They have people monitoring
legislation pertinent to HMV owners at the state and national level. If you aren’t
an MVPA member, join immediately. The more members, the stronger the voice (just look
how numbers have helped the NRA in preserving the right to bear arms!). Log onto the
MVPA’s site at <a href="http://www.mvpa.org">www.mvpa.org</a> for membership information. 
Let’s keep the historic military vehicles rolling!<br /><br /><b>Remember the Armistice, Honor our Vets.</b><br /><i>Official recognition of the end of World War I was made in a concurrent resolution
(44 Stat. 1982) enacted by Congress on June 4, 1926. An Act approved on May 13, 1938,
declared that the 11th of November in each year be celebrated as a legal holiday—a
day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be hereafter celebrated and
known as “Armistice Day.” In 1954, the 83rd Congress, at the urging of the veterans
service organizations after WWII, amended the Act of 1938 by striking out the word
“Armistice” and inserting in lieu thereof the word “Veterans.” This November 11, remember
those who have served. Bow your head for those who perished in the service of our
Nation’s military.</i><br /><br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, <i>Military Trader</i> and <i>Military Vehicles Magazine</i><br /><br />
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      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Within the hobby of collecting militaria, we are often faced with government attempts
at the local, state and federal levels to regulate some aspect. Generally, these attempts
are not aimed directly at collectors, but we are caught in the line of fire. This
has been the case with the Stolen Valor Act (which, by the way, is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; on
the books as a law), regulation of firearms and destructive devices and historic military
vehicles.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Government regulation has reared its head in Wisconsin to discourage the titling of
historic military vehicles. Several military vehicle clubs in Wisconsin have banded
together and organized a very thought-out, calm attempt to use the system to defeat
the process. The groups have employed lawyers and have designated individuals to represent
their fight at the state level. This concerted effort produced a bill to introduce
to the Transportation Committee of which is being labeled the “Zigmunt Bill” (Representative
Ted Zigmunt is sponsoring it) though it is officially designated Bill LRB3284/4 “Registration
of Historic Military Vehicles”.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Just last week, the call to all Wisconsinites was issued to contact their representatives
to support the Bill LRB3284/4. The period of co-sponsorship lasts only until November
12 in which enough public interest must be shown to gain an introduction to the Transportation
Committee and scheduled for a public hearing. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So, if you are currently a Wisconsin resident, contact your representative immediately
and request that they lend their support to &lt;b&gt;BILL LRB3284/4 “Registration of Historic
Military Vehicles”.&lt;/b&gt; A copy of the draft is posted. &lt;a href="http://www.militarytrader.com/article/Historic_Military_Vehicles_Under_Fire_in_Wisconsin/"&gt;CLICK
HERE&lt;/a&gt; to view, along with background information.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Though this is of vital importance to Wisconsin HMV owners, this is a case the rest
of the nation will want to follow. The same scenario has played out in several states
and probably will in several more over the next few years. Having participated in
this process a number of times, I have to emphasize how important it is to approach
the situation calmly, professionally and patiently. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
If you are faced with a similar situation in your state, contact the Military Vehicles
Preservation Association’s office before you do anything else. They have people monitoring
legislation pertinent to HMV owners at the state and national level. If you aren’t
an MVPA member, join immediately. The more members, the stronger the voice (just look
how numbers have helped the NRA in preserving the right to bear arms!). Log onto the
MVPA’s site at &lt;a href="http://www.mvpa.org"&gt;www.mvpa.org&lt;/a&gt; for membership information.&amp;nbsp;
Let’s keep the historic military vehicles rolling!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Remember the Armistice, Honor our Vets.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Official recognition of the end of World War I was made in a concurrent resolution
(44 Stat. 1982) enacted by Congress on June 4, 1926. An Act approved on May 13, 1938,
declared that the 11th of November in each year be celebrated as a legal holiday—a
day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be hereafter celebrated and
known as “Armistice Day.” In 1954, the 83rd Congress, at the urging of the veterans
service organizations after WWII, amended the Act of 1938 by striking out the word
“Armistice” and inserting in lieu thereof the word “Veterans.” This November 11, remember
those who have served. Bow your head for those who perished in the service of our
Nation’s military.&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, &lt;i&gt;Military Trader&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;/i&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br />
    Remember the cartoon of Calvin urinating on what he didn’t like?
It spread like wildfire in the 1990s to hundreds of thousands of car bumpers and rear
windows with the cartoon character marking everything from the Chevrolet logo to Green
Bay Packer cheeseheads.<br />
    The other day, I wanted to be that cartoon character. 
<br />
    The feeling overwhelmed me, most appropriately, when I walked into
the restroom of one of my clients. But rather than take aim on the brand new Kohler
porcelain commode, I wanted to redirect my fire mission at their shower curtain. Why?
Because it wasn’t a cute plastic sheet with mermaids, shining suns or some other innocuous
decorator design, but rather, a full-blown, stinkin’ Confederate Naval Jack!<br />
    Like many Americans, I have grown to despise the Confederate Naval
Jack and its sister banner, the Confederate battle flag. I don’t loathe the original
flags carried by southern soldiers or flown by Rebel sailors who took up arms against
the Federal government in the 1860s nor even those waved by crackers to justify their
Nascar-loving, trailer-dwelling, knuckle-dragging, “South’s gonna do it again”, slack-jawed
behavior. But rather, I despise the banner stolen by racists in the late 20th Century
to symbolize their twisted beliefs. 
<br />
    Like Americans since the end of the Civil War, I haven’t always
despised the silken symbol of the Confederacy. In fact, I can remember a fight with
a playmate when I was only five years old because we agreed to play “Civil War” that
resulted when but I insisted on being Confederate. “Because,” as I shouted at him
between little fist blows, “They have the best flag!” All through my childhood and
young adolescence, I doodled thirteen stars on St. Andrew’s cross. The crown of the
first felt kepi that my folks bought for me when I was 10 years old was adorned with
a Confederate battle flag sticker. I sure didn’t “hate” that cap. I wore it every
day until it completely disintegrated around my ears.<br />
    Like it did to so many Americans in the 1960s and 1970s, the flag
of my youth symbolized the Confederacy...an underdog’s attempt to free itself from
the grasp of the Man. It wasn’t until a decade later that racists seized the flag
and waved it as a weapon of hatred and intimidation. Unfortunately for the flag, that
stain won’t wash out anytime soon.<br /><br />
HISTORICAL RELIC OF TREASON<br />
    I do not advocate removing the Confederate battle flag from display
within the context of the history that it represents. It most certainly has a place
in historical exhibits, reenactments or in any venue that talks about the history
of 13 southern states leaving the Union and establishing their own nation. 
<br />
    But public display, I am afraid, has become inappropriate—no fault
of the banner or the men who fought for it nearly 150 years ago. But since the moment
when the last one dipped in surrender in 1865, the Confederate battle flag has continued
to fly, meaning something different to each person who unfurls it: Southern pride,
independent spirit and racial hatred being the top three reasons. 
<br />
    The groups that have adopted the flag for their own personal agendas
only pay superficial tribute to those who actually fought for the right to fly it.
They are too wrapped up in their own causes to consider that it is a sacred relic
of a short-lived nation.<br />
    Say what you want about the Confederate Naval Jack or battle flag,
it has been tainted by the racists who have adopted it as their banner. Like the swimming
pool little Calvin peed in, “Once it’s in there, ya ain’t ever gonna be able to call
it clean again”. 
<br />
    We don’t get to pick and choose the history we like. One can’t
say, “Oh, I don’t agree with the racists thing, my great grand-daddy served with the
uptyteenth Alabama Yankee Slayers” and fly their battle flag from their car radio
antenna. Why not? Because someone else will see the flag as a symbol of it’s later
cause of racial purity. 
<br />
    It may not seem right, but history is history. We don’t get to
ignore one segment to celebrate another. (Gee, sound familiar? Ever hear a collector
say, “Those Nazis had a good plan, it just got out of hand with that whole Jewish
thing”. I have. Shockingly, at nearly every relic show I attend.)<br />
    So, give it up crackers. It doesn’t matter if the “South’s gonna
do it agin”. Even if they do, they are smart enough to know they won’t do it under
the old Confederate battle flag. It was once a symbol of thirteen states who, ironically,
banded together so that they could institute “states rights”. Many perished in the
attempt to establish that reality. When racists picked up the banner to further their
own beliefs, they “peed in the pool”. They have tainted the flag with a meaning that
can’t be ignored.<br />
    Perhaps, one day, the flag won’t symbolize hatred, racial purity
or segregation, but until that day, fold up your battle flag. Bad-asses and “down
with the government” rebels may want to look for a symbol that is untainted by reprehensible
beliefs...like a possum on a stick.<br /><br />
Honor those who served, 
<br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine<br /><br />
P.S. For an interesting treatise on the emerging and many different meanings of the 
Confederate flag, I strongly recommend  <i>The Confederate Battle Flag: America's
Most Embattled Emblem</i> by John M. Coski (Cambridge, Mass., and London: Belknap
Press of Harvard University Press, 2005).<br /><br /><p></p><img width="0" height="0" src="http://blog.militarytrader.com/jagfile/aggbug.ashx?id=72bd4f30-c65d-439c-8fd1-51ff885e02e2" /></body>
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      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Remember the cartoon of Calvin urinating on what he didn’t like?
It spread like wildfire in the 1990s to hundreds of thousands of car bumpers and rear
windows with the cartoon character marking everything from the Chevrolet logo to Green
Bay Packer cheeseheads.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The other day, I wanted to be that cartoon character. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The feeling overwhelmed me, most appropriately, when I walked into
the restroom of one of my clients. But rather than take aim on the brand new Kohler
porcelain commode, I wanted to redirect my fire mission at their shower curtain. Why?
Because it wasn’t a cute plastic sheet with mermaids, shining suns or some other innocuous
decorator design, but rather, a full-blown, stinkin’ Confederate Naval Jack!&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Like many Americans, I have grown to despise the Confederate Naval
Jack and its sister banner, the Confederate battle flag. I don’t loathe the original
flags carried by southern soldiers or flown by Rebel sailors who took up arms against
the Federal government in the 1860s nor even those waved by crackers to justify their
Nascar-loving, trailer-dwelling, knuckle-dragging, “South’s gonna do it again”, slack-jawed
behavior. But rather, I despise the banner stolen by racists in the late 20th Century
to symbolize their twisted beliefs. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Like Americans since the end of the Civil War, I haven’t always
despised the silken symbol of the Confederacy. In fact, I can remember a fight with
a playmate when I was only five years old because we agreed to play “Civil War” that
resulted when but I insisted on being Confederate. “Because,” as I shouted at him
between little fist blows, “They have the best flag!” All through my childhood and
young adolescence, I doodled thirteen stars on St. Andrew’s cross. The crown of the
first felt kepi that my folks bought for me when I was 10 years old was adorned with
a Confederate battle flag sticker. I sure didn’t “hate” that cap. I wore it every
day until it completely disintegrated around my ears.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Like it did to so many Americans in the 1960s and 1970s, the flag
of my youth symbolized the Confederacy...an underdog’s attempt to free itself from
the grasp of the Man. It wasn’t until a decade later that racists seized the flag
and waved it as a weapon of hatred and intimidation. Unfortunately for the flag, that
stain won’t wash out anytime soon.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
HISTORICAL RELIC OF TREASON&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I do not advocate removing the Confederate battle flag from display
within the context of the history that it represents. It most certainly has a place
in historical exhibits, reenactments or in any venue that talks about the history
of 13 southern states leaving the Union and establishing their own nation. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But public display, I am afraid, has become inappropriate—no fault
of the banner or the men who fought for it nearly 150 years ago. But since the moment
when the last one dipped in surrender in 1865, the Confederate battle flag has continued
to fly, meaning something different to each person who unfurls it: Southern pride,
independent spirit and racial hatred being the top three reasons. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The groups that have adopted the flag for their own personal agendas
only pay superficial tribute to those who actually fought for the right to fly it.
They are too wrapped up in their own causes to consider that it is a sacred relic
of a short-lived nation.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Say what you want about the Confederate Naval Jack or battle flag,
it has been tainted by the racists who have adopted it as their banner. Like the swimming
pool little Calvin peed in, “Once it’s in there, ya ain’t ever gonna be able to call
it clean again”. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We don’t get to pick and choose the history we like. One can’t
say, “Oh, I don’t agree with the racists thing, my great grand-daddy served with the
uptyteenth Alabama Yankee Slayers” and fly their battle flag from their car radio
antenna. Why not? Because someone else will see the flag as a symbol of it’s later
cause of racial purity. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It may not seem right, but history is history. We don’t get to
ignore one segment to celebrate another. (Gee, sound familiar? Ever hear a collector
say, “Those Nazis had a good plan, it just got out of hand with that whole Jewish
thing”. I have. Shockingly, at nearly every relic show I attend.)&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So, give it up crackers. It doesn’t matter if the “South’s gonna
do it agin”. Even if they do, they are smart enough to know they won’t do it under
the old Confederate battle flag. It was once a symbol of thirteen states who, ironically,
banded together so that they could institute “states rights”. Many perished in the
attempt to establish that reality. When racists picked up the banner to further their
own beliefs, they “peed in the pool”. They have tainted the flag with a meaning that
can’t be ignored.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Perhaps, one day, the flag won’t symbolize hatred, racial purity
or segregation, but until that day, fold up your battle flag. Bad-asses and “down
with the government” rebels may want to look for a symbol that is untainted by reprehensible
beliefs...like a possum on a stick.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Honor those who served, 
&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P.S. For an interesting treatise on the emerging and many different meanings of the&amp;nbsp;
Confederate flag, I strongly recommend&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Confederate Battle Flag: America's
Most Embattled Emblem&lt;/i&gt; by John M. Coski (Cambridge, Mass., and London: Belknap
Press of Harvard University Press, 2005).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br />
I am just back from Pittsburgh where I attended the MAX Show. Many have asked about
my experiences there.<br /><br />
    To be honest, I didn’t see much of the show. Working for several
masters, I spent the show behind tables. My walking around time was expended with
trips for Diet Coke and resulting visits to the restroom. 
<br /><br />
    However, standing behind a table, does provide an interesting perspective.
Here are a few things I observed:<br /><br />
    First, I have to compliment the MAX organizers. I really liked
the new facility. It was divided into two major rooms, but it was like that at the
old Monroeville location as well. Parking seemed to be very limited and dealers were
asked to park in the adjacent K-Mart lot to make room for the large, expected public
attendance. We parked across the highway, but apparently something more had to happen
to draw in the public.<br /><br />
    Public attendance was about nil. I would be surprised if more than
500 people paid to come through the show. But that really isn’t a criticism. The MAX
Show is really a “trade show” where dealers come together and refocus their wares
by selling and buying among themselves. Any public that comes through door is just
a bonus. And let’s face it, if a person is going to spend more than $50 at the show,
they are already there as a dealer or a table helper. Military collectors are very
aware that the early bird gets the relic, so there are very few who will patiently
stand outside waiting for the doors to open on Friday morning.<br /><br />
    I heard some dealers complain that the admission price was too
high ($12 per person). Come on. If a person isn’t willing to pay $12 to get in, do
you really think they are in a position to buy that $6,000 SS helmet on your table? 
<br /><br />
    I can’t say that sales were “brisk”, but there were sales. I didn’t
witness fast, “I see it, I’ll take it” sort of transactions, but rather, very slow,
patient negotiations. Discounts were there to be had, for sure. The smart dealers
recognized the lower demand and were willing to respond with discounts to close the
deals. I’ve said it before: “Supply side economics works!” When demand is low and
supply is high, a retailer has to lower prices. At the end of the show, the dealers
who were happy had done just that.<br /><br />
    In the November issue of <i>Military Trader</i>, MAX organizer
Thomas Wittman addressed some dealers’ concerns about the MAX Show’s responsibility
in enforcing an ethics policy. Some anticipated a showdown at the show over this matter,
but it never played out as far as I could see or hear. There was no drama, no scenes.<br /><br />
    Some have asked, “What was the most unusual thing you saw, John?”
That has to be, without a doubt, high-end dealer Craig Gottlieb gliding through the
show on a Segway Personal Transporter. I scoffed, snickered and looked away, but by
the end of the show, I was thinking, “I bet Gottlieb’s legs don’t hurt anywhere near
as much as mine!” 
<br /><br />
    As for cool relics, I honestly can’t say! I never got out to the
walk the show. But, that isn’t to say I didn’t make any purchases. 
<br /><br />
    On set-up day, I glanced at the table behind mine, and there sat
a complete WWI 6-pound projectile like those used on MK V “Male” tanks. I snatched
that up right away.<br /><br />
    When making a delivery of magazines to the front table on Sunday,
I spotted an officer’s Tank Corps pin on a tunic that a fellow was carrying in his
arms. I stopped to talk to him about the tunic and ended up adding a very nice 307th
Tank Brigade officer’s uniform to my collection.<br /><br />
    It was an absolute delight to reconnect with a lot of friends and
many readers of the magazine. I was able to sit and talk wih Bob Chatt (organizer
of the Pomona Show), Arizona dealers Larry and Terry Stewart, Pennsylvania dealer
Dan Griffin, Bay State Militaria owner Scott Kraska, dagger entrepreneur Tom Johnson
and my buddies from Manion’s, Andrew Turner and John Conway. That is the great thing
about the MAX show, it draws from across the nation — and world — anyone who is active
in the hobby.<br /><br />
    So what is my opinion of MAX 2009? Overall, it was a very good
experience: The facilities were really nice, the restrooms were always clean and food
service adequate, the organizers made a very strong effort to promote and publicize
the event, and there were was a wide representation of the hobby present. 
<br /><br />
    All the ingredients were there to make any militaria dealer or
collector happy. If anyone complains that the sales weren’t there, I can only say
it was their own fault (remember, I adhere to supply-side economics!). 
<br /><br />
    Keep finding the good stuff, and if you deal, adjust your prices
to match the demand.<br /><br />
    John Adams-Graf<br />
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      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
I am just back from Pittsburgh where I attended the MAX Show. Many have asked about
my experiences there.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To be honest, I didn’t see much of the show. Working for several
masters, I spent the show behind tables. My walking around time was expended with
trips for Diet Coke and resulting visits to the restroom. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;However, standing behind a table, does provide an interesting perspective.
Here are a few things I observed:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;First, I have to compliment the MAX organizers. I really liked
the new facility. It was divided into two major rooms, but it was like that at the
old Monroeville location as well. Parking seemed to be very limited and dealers were
asked to park in the adjacent K-Mart lot to make room for the large, expected public
attendance. We parked across the highway, but apparently something more had to happen
to draw in the public.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Public attendance was about nil. I would be surprised if more than
500 people paid to come through the show. But that really isn’t a criticism. The MAX
Show is really a “trade show” where dealers come together and refocus their wares
by selling and buying among themselves. Any public that comes through door is just
a bonus. And let’s face it, if a person is going to spend more than $50 at the show,
they are already there as a dealer or a table helper. Military collectors are very
aware that the early bird gets the relic, so there are very few who will patiently
stand outside waiting for the doors to open on Friday morning.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I heard some dealers complain that the admission price was too
high ($12 per person). Come on. If a person isn’t willing to pay $12 to get in, do
you really think they are in a position to buy that $6,000 SS helmet on your table? 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can’t say that sales were “brisk”, but there were sales. I didn’t
witness fast, “I see it, I’ll take it” sort of transactions, but rather, very slow,
patient negotiations. Discounts were there to be had, for sure. The smart dealers
recognized the lower demand and were willing to respond with discounts to close the
deals. I’ve said it before: “Supply side economics works!” When demand is low and
supply is high, a retailer has to lower prices. At the end of the show, the dealers
who were happy had done just that.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the November issue of &lt;i&gt;Military Trader&lt;/i&gt;, MAX organizer
Thomas Wittman addressed some dealers’ concerns about the MAX Show’s responsibility
in enforcing an ethics policy. Some anticipated a showdown at the show over this matter,
but it never played out as far as I could see or hear. There was no drama, no scenes.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Some have asked, “What was the most unusual thing you saw, John?”
That has to be, without a doubt, high-end dealer Craig Gottlieb gliding through the
show on a Segway Personal Transporter. I scoffed, snickered and looked away, but by
the end of the show, I was thinking, “I bet Gottlieb’s legs don’t hurt anywhere near
as much as mine!” 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As for cool relics, I honestly can’t say! I never got out to the
walk the show. But, that isn’t to say I didn’t make any purchases. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;On set-up day, I glanced at the table behind mine, and there sat
a complete WWI 6-pound projectile like those used on MK V “Male” tanks. I snatched
that up right away.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When making a delivery of magazines to the front table on Sunday,
I spotted an officer’s Tank Corps pin on a tunic that a fellow was carrying in his
arms. I stopped to talk to him about the tunic and ended up adding a very nice 307th
Tank Brigade officer’s uniform to my collection.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was an absolute delight to reconnect with a lot of friends and
many readers of the magazine. I was able to sit and talk wih Bob Chatt (organizer
of the Pomona Show), Arizona dealers Larry and Terry Stewart, Pennsylvania dealer
Dan Griffin, Bay State Militaria owner Scott Kraska, dagger entrepreneur Tom Johnson
and my buddies from Manion’s, Andrew Turner and John Conway. That is the great thing
about the MAX show, it draws from across the nation — and world — anyone who is active
in the hobby.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So what is my opinion of MAX 2009? Overall, it was a very good
experience: The facilities were really nice, the restrooms were always clean and food
service adequate, the organizers made a very strong effort to promote and publicize
the event, and there were was a wide representation of the hobby present. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;All the ingredients were there to make any militaria dealer or
collector happy. If anyone complains that the sales weren’t there, I can only say
it was their own fault (remember, I adhere to supply-side economics!). 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Keep finding the good stuff, and if you deal, adjust your prices
to match the demand.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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        <b>Greetings,</b>
        <br />
Recently, I was hired to examine, describe and evaluate about 300 British campaign
medals ranging from the War of 1812 to the 1970s.  I must confess, before this
gig, I knew nothing—and cared even less—about British medals.<br /><br />
With little base knowledge, I had to immerse myself into the expansion and maintenance
of the British Empire during the 19th and 20th centuries. I have always said that
either a person is an Anglophile or they are not—there isn’t any middle ground. Regardless,
I started to teach myself about things like the First Anglo-Sikh War, North-West Frontier
and Pink’s War, I experienced a rising interest in all things British. 
<br /><br />
Working for several different militaria dealers, I have learned to control my impulses
as I delve into a collecting arena that is new to me. A few months ago, I had to immerse
myself into WWII Japanese uniforms. For about three weeks, I desperately wanted to
begin collecting Type 45 caps, summer weight tunics and combat helmets. I knew I had
to resist the urges while I wrapped up the job. Moving onto the next project, my interest
in Japanese relics subsided. I had avoided spending a couple thousand dollars on a
passing interest, but at least I had the base knowledge in WWII Japanese relics to
show for the effort!<br /><br />
The same thing happened when I was asked to describe and evaluate a box of pre-WWII
chevrons for another dealer. By the end of the project, I was convinced I wanted to
begin collecting 1902 pattern chevrons. A few weeks went by and, although I looked
at many chevrons on eBay, I had placed no bids. The mood had passed before a financial
commitment was made. 
<br />
    <br /><b>Boer War or Just Bored?</b><br />
I have spent a lot of effort, time and money on building what I believe to be a respectable
WWI AEF Tank Corps collection. I have thoroughly enjoyed researching the careers of
two officers of the 301st Heavy Tank Bn., both of whose uniforms I own. When I run
into a block in that research, I can turn to a 344th Tank Bn. officer who won the
Distinguished Service Cross. His uniform is just a few feet from me as I type this
blog. The rest of my office is decorated with other identified uniforms, helmets and
accouterments from the first few years of Tank Corps history.<br />
    
<br />
So why have I recently immersed myself in reading about Canada’s involvement in the
Boer War ?<br />
    
<br />
I know that being able to get excited and being able to figure out the nuances of
any aspect of collecting militaria is a blessing, but it can also be a curse. Being
able to switch to the “Tank Corps” section of my brain and open up another section
helps me pay the bills. When various dealers get a big batch of stuff that is outside
of their immediate expertise, they have figured out it is more efficient to hire someone
to describe and assign values than do it themselves. It’s a relationship that is good
for them and good for me. 
<br />
    
<br />
The danger for me, however, is not unlike the perils that face the fat boy who is
hired to work at a candy factory. 
<br />
    
<br />
While I worked on the big pile of medals during the past couple of weeks, I read Our
Little Army in the Field: The Canadians in South Africa 1899-1902, spent countless
late nights searching Boer War records on the Internet and made lengthy lists of medals
I would like to buy. Without spending a dime, I decided I was going to be a “Boer
War collector”, though only a month earlier, I couldn’t have told you the difference
between the Defense of Mafeking and an attack on Burger King. 
<br />
    
<br />
Eventually, the description job was done and the dealer began the process of selling
them. In some way that I still don’t quite understand, my interest began to wane.
Soon, I realized, the Boer War isn’t a part of my “collector DNA”. I don’t have any
personal connection to it; no ancestors who participated in it, no interest in it
since before kindergarten, no family stories, nothing. It was just something that
caught my fancy, I studied it and can easily move on—or rather, move back to those
things that have been a constant in my life: the Mexican War, Belgians in WWI and
the birth of the Tank Corps.<br /><br /><b>What did I learn?</b><br />
Unlike life in the pre-Internet days, it is easy to spend a ton of money on a passing
interest. While I was jonesing on the Boer War, it was not difficult to find any number
of medals, relics or souvenirs via the Internet. It would not have taken more than
an evening of keyboard clicks to rocket from casual interest to deeply invested collector. 
<br />
    
<br />
While I was studying the medals and writing descriptions for them, I discovered many
nuances that a novice would not know if they just wandered into a show and decided
at that moment they were going to begin collecting medals. I know most advance collectors
advise, “study before you buy”. But the need for instant gratification coupled with
the speed of buying over the Internet stands between that good advice and a lot of
our impulses.<br />
    
<br />
What do I have to show for my passing interest in the Boer War? Well, I am gratified
to report that I limited myself to purchasing a few books and a couple of pretty cool
original photographs of Canadians who participated. I did achieve an understanding
of a military conflict about which I had previously known next to nothing. But I did
it without diverting thousands of dollars from my core collecting interests to satisfy
my new curiosity. 
<br />
    
<br />
But of course, the urges are still there.<br /><br />
Control the disease, enjoy the symptoms,  <br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine<br />
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      <description>&lt;b&gt;Greetings,&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Recently, I was hired to examine, describe and evaluate about 300 British campaign
medals ranging from the War of 1812 to the 1970s.&amp;nbsp; I must confess, before this
gig, I knew nothing—and cared even less—about British medals.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
With little base knowledge, I had to immerse myself into the expansion and maintenance
of the British Empire during the 19th and 20th centuries. I have always said that
either a person is an Anglophile or they are not—there isn’t any middle ground. Regardless,
I started to teach myself about things like the First Anglo-Sikh War, North-West Frontier
and Pink’s War, I experienced a rising interest in all things British. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Working for several different militaria dealers, I have learned to control my impulses
as I delve into a collecting arena that is new to me. A few months ago, I had to immerse
myself into WWII Japanese uniforms. For about three weeks, I desperately wanted to
begin collecting Type 45 caps, summer weight tunics and combat helmets. I knew I had
to resist the urges while I wrapped up the job. Moving onto the next project, my interest
in Japanese relics subsided. I had avoided spending a couple thousand dollars on a
passing interest, but at least I had the base knowledge in WWII Japanese relics to
show for the effort!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The same thing happened when I was asked to describe and evaluate a box of pre-WWII
chevrons for another dealer. By the end of the project, I was convinced I wanted to
begin collecting 1902 pattern chevrons. A few weeks went by and, although I looked
at many chevrons on eBay, I had placed no bids. The mood had passed before a financial
commitment was made. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Boer War or Just Bored?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I have spent a lot of effort, time and money on building what I believe to be a respectable
WWI AEF Tank Corps collection. I have thoroughly enjoyed researching the careers of
two officers of the 301st Heavy Tank Bn., both of whose uniforms I own. When I run
into a block in that research, I can turn to a 344th Tank Bn. officer who won the
Distinguished Service Cross. His uniform is just a few feet from me as I type this
blog. The rest of my office is decorated with other identified uniforms, helmets and
accouterments from the first few years of Tank Corps history.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
So why have I recently immersed myself in reading about Canada’s involvement in the
Boer War ?&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
I know that being able to get excited and being able to figure out the nuances of
any aspect of collecting militaria is a blessing, but it can also be a curse. Being
able to switch to the “Tank Corps” section of my brain and open up another section
helps me pay the bills. When various dealers get a big batch of stuff that is outside
of their immediate expertise, they have figured out it is more efficient to hire someone
to describe and assign values than do it themselves. It’s a relationship that is good
for them and good for me. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
The danger for me, however, is not unlike the perils that face the fat boy who is
hired to work at a candy factory. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
While I worked on the big pile of medals during the past couple of weeks, I read Our
Little Army in the Field: The Canadians in South Africa 1899-1902, spent countless
late nights searching Boer War records on the Internet and made lengthy lists of medals
I would like to buy. Without spending a dime, I decided I was going to be a “Boer
War collector”, though only a month earlier, I couldn’t have told you the difference
between the Defense of Mafeking and an attack on Burger King. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Eventually, the description job was done and the dealer began the process of selling
them. In some way that I still don’t quite understand, my interest began to wane.
Soon, I realized, the Boer War isn’t a part of my “collector DNA”. I don’t have any
personal connection to it; no ancestors who participated in it, no interest in it
since before kindergarten, no family stories, nothing. It was just something that
caught my fancy, I studied it and can easily move on—or rather, move back to those
things that have been a constant in my life: the Mexican War, Belgians in WWI and
the birth of the Tank Corps.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What did I learn?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Unlike life in the pre-Internet days, it is easy to spend a ton of money on a passing
interest. While I was jonesing on the Boer War, it was not difficult to find any number
of medals, relics or souvenirs via the Internet. It would not have taken more than
an evening of keyboard clicks to rocket from casual interest to deeply invested collector. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
While I was studying the medals and writing descriptions for them, I discovered many
nuances that a novice would not know if they just wandered into a show and decided
at that moment they were going to begin collecting medals. I know most advance collectors
advise, “study before you buy”. But the need for instant gratification coupled with
the speed of buying over the Internet stands between that good advice and a lot of
our impulses.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
What do I have to show for my passing interest in the Boer War? Well, I am gratified
to report that I limited myself to purchasing a few books and a couple of pretty cool
original photographs of Canadians who participated. I did achieve an understanding
of a military conflict about which I had previously known next to nothing. But I did
it without diverting thousands of dollars from my core collecting interests to satisfy
my new curiosity. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
But of course, the urges are still there.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Control the disease, enjoy the symptoms, &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br /><br />
My high school best friend’s dad died a few weeks ago. Mr. Briggs was a stoic fellow
but had a sharp cutting sense of humor. During ninth and tenth grades, my buddy Barry
and I would stop in at Mr. Briggs’ auto parts store to sit and talk for a few minutes
before crossing the street to the school. Sitting at the counter, we could talk to
him about most anything ranging from cars and girls to school gossip or working after
school to earn some extra spending money. 
<br /><br />
    Thinking about the role Mr. Briggs played in my high school years
brought to mind a statement a former First Woman made popular, “It takes a village
to raise a child.” When I visited Mr. Briggs’ grave this past week, the truth of this
statement in my life became apparent. Please permit me to introduce you to some of
those from my “village”.<br /><br /><b>Leave it to Beaver</b><br />
    Remember how the Beaver would wander through his idyllic town visiting
various adults, like Gus the fireman or the fellow who owned the grocery store? I
am not exaggerating when I say the town in which I grew up was similar. There were
only 1,200 people in Caledonia. My folks owned one of three grocery stores, and my
mom was a career math teacher. We lived right across the street from the Irish Catholic
church and three blocks from the German Catholic church. This combination led me to
knowing lots of folks and, even more, knowing who I was. I was free to wander around
town and talk to whomever I liked.<br /><br />
    Meet Mr. Rice. To a four-year-old, he was a giant, sitting in his
Skelly gas station. But, I would loosen the bolts on the seat of my tricycle so that
I could take it over for him to “fix”. He would give me a bottle of pop and after
he tightened the bolt on my tricycle seat, would take me back into his deep garage
to show me his massive tow truck parked in front of a Model T. The seeds of fascination
with big trucks were planted in Mr. Rice’s garage. 
<br /><br />
    Vic Palen was our next door neighbor. The Palens had been the next
door neighbors of the Grafs for at least three generations, spanning back to about
1903. Vic and my dad were best buddies as kids. Vic’s daughter Frances would play
with me even though I was just a little kid and she was a young grade schooler. I
spent a lot of time talking to Vic about WWII. He was a professional photographer
working in the studio that had been in his family since about 1875. During the War,
Vic was in the Army Air Corps working as an aerial photographer. I loved visiting
the studio and looking at the old, huge cameras on tripods and the boxes of glass
negatives. It wasn’t too many years later that I decided to begin collecting antique
photos, a passion I still pursue.<br /><br />
    Ralph Eikens was another neighbor and married to my Dad’s first
cousin. Ralph was pretty crippled, the result of shrapnel in the back as he was carrying
a stretcher out of the fight at Iwo Jima. In spite of gnarled and curled hands, Ralph
could fix anything. I used to take my models and slot cars to him to help me modify
or repair them. He showed me how to use a soldering iron. He also taught me how to
break down a rifle beyond the basic cleaning level to repair firing pins and trigger
assemblies. To this day, I use these skills every week and when I do, I think of Ralph.<br />
    Dad’s high school pal was Gale Buxengard. Together, they passionately
collected stamps and pursued their photography hobbies. When I was little, Gale was
the town’s postmaster. He would save stamps for me and helped me build my own stamp
collection. When I got a little older, he shared his collection with me showing me
the many Leica cameras, Allgemeine SS uniform and various weapons he acquired while
in the service. Gale opened my eyes to the treasure of souvenirs that veterans brought
back from Europe and the Pacific.<br /><br />
    Kern Ferris was known around town as “Captain Ferris”. His dad
had been an engineer on the narrow-gauge railroad that ran between Caledonia and Freeburg
before the war. My Dad knew him, but Dad being an old NCO, regarded Kern as an “ROTC
one-year wonder”. I met Kern when I was about 12 years old. I was interested in family
genealogy. Kern was retired and spent his days researching his own family history.
He quickly took me under his wing and taught me how to research public records. Though
his mind would spin if he knew the likes of Footnote.com or Ancestory.com, I still
follow the basic guidelines of research that Kern taught me. 
<br /><br />
    Harold St. Mary owned an auto shop that was on the way between
my grade school and our grocery store. When the doors were open on the shop, I would
stop in to say hi because I knew Harold collected old cars and trucks. His pride and
joy was a 1903 Maxwell, but what captured my attention was a 1920s delivery truck,
resplendent with loads of period packaging. I loved the attention to detail. Harold
was also the director of our local museum. He would take me to the museum to help
him build exhibits. When I was 13, he asked me to put together an exhibit on the Civil
War. Little did I know that he had planted the seeds of my professional museum career.<br /><br />
    The list could go on. Like the Beaver, I was a pretty precocious
kid. I was not shy about walking into an office and start talking to whoever was behind
the desk. But there was one fellow in Caledonia who stood out—Percy “Perk” Steffen.
Perk was a veteran of WWI, a retired editor of the town’s “Republican” newspaper,
self-appointed keeper of the town’s heritage and Civil War enthusiast. My dad introduced
me to Perk when I was about 10 years old. I visited him every Saturday afternoon for
several years. We would talk about the Civil War, his World War experiences and the
town’s history. I loved Perk. In fact, when my school had a grandparent’s day, I asked
him if I could adopt him as a grandpa (not having known either of my grandfathers).
Every year thereafter, I sent him a Father’s Day card. When Perk died, his wife Helen
gave me the 10-volume set of Miller’s Photographic History of the Civil War that Perk
and I poured over so many times. It sits on the top of one of my front room bookcases
where I see it every day. Not a day passes that I don’t think of Perk or tap into
the passion for the study of military history that he nurtured in me. 
<br /><br />
    It may have required a village to raise me, but it would not have
been possible without the fundamentals of respect for elders, learning and daily chores
that my parents instilled in me. They may not have attended my sporting events or
been involved in every step of my day like so many parents are today, but perhaps
it wasn’t necessary. I had a “village” of adults who looked out for me, taught me
and listened to me. 
<br /><br />
    I miss them all, but during quiet moments, I realize that all of
my successes as a writer, researcher, collector and historian, are due to people like
Mr. Briggs, Mr. Rice, Ralph, Perk, Kern, Gale and Mr. St. Mary. It may be a tired
expression, but to me, these men were truly part of the “Greatest Generation”. 
<br /><br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, <i>Military Trader</i> and <i>Military Vehicles Magazine</i><br /><br /><p></p><img width="0" height="0" src="http://blog.militarytrader.com/jagfile/aggbug.ashx?id=2e5e9252-f977-419b-a927-6d498888d93c" /></body>
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      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
My high school best friend’s dad died a few weeks ago. Mr. Briggs was a stoic fellow
but had a sharp cutting sense of humor. During ninth and tenth grades, my buddy Barry
and I would stop in at Mr. Briggs’ auto parts store to sit and talk for a few minutes
before crossing the street to the school. Sitting at the counter, we could talk to
him about most anything ranging from cars and girls to school gossip or working after
school to earn some extra spending money. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Thinking about the role Mr. Briggs played in my high school years
brought to mind a statement a former First Woman made popular, “It takes a village
to raise a child.” When I visited Mr. Briggs’ grave this past week, the truth of this
statement in my life became apparent. Please permit me to introduce you to some of
those from my “village”.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Leave it to Beaver&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Remember how the Beaver would wander through his idyllic town visiting
various adults, like Gus the fireman or the fellow who owned the grocery store? I
am not exaggerating when I say the town in which I grew up was similar. There were
only 1,200 people in Caledonia. My folks owned one of three grocery stores, and my
mom was a career math teacher. We lived right across the street from the Irish Catholic
church and three blocks from the German Catholic church. This combination led me to
knowing lots of folks and, even more, knowing who I was. I was free to wander around
town and talk to whomever I liked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Meet Mr. Rice. To a four-year-old, he was a giant, sitting in his
Skelly gas station. But, I would loosen the bolts on the seat of my tricycle so that
I could take it over for him to “fix”. He would give me a bottle of pop and after
he tightened the bolt on my tricycle seat, would take me back into his deep garage
to show me his massive tow truck parked in front of a Model T. The seeds of fascination
with big trucks were planted in Mr. Rice’s garage. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vic Palen was our next door neighbor. The Palens had been the next
door neighbors of the Grafs for at least three generations, spanning back to about
1903. Vic and my dad were best buddies as kids. Vic’s daughter Frances would play
with me even though I was just a little kid and she was a young grade schooler. I
spent a lot of time talking to Vic about WWII. He was a professional photographer
working in the studio that had been in his family since about 1875. During the War,
Vic was in the Army Air Corps working as an aerial photographer. I loved visiting
the studio and looking at the old, huge cameras on tripods and the boxes of glass
negatives. It wasn’t too many years later that I decided to begin collecting antique
photos, a passion I still pursue.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ralph Eikens was another neighbor and married to my Dad’s first
cousin. Ralph was pretty crippled, the result of shrapnel in the back as he was carrying
a stretcher out of the fight at Iwo Jima. In spite of gnarled and curled hands, Ralph
could fix anything. I used to take my models and slot cars to him to help me modify
or repair them. He showed me how to use a soldering iron. He also taught me how to
break down a rifle beyond the basic cleaning level to repair firing pins and trigger
assemblies. To this day, I use these skills every week and when I do, I think of Ralph.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dad’s high school pal was Gale Buxengard. Together, they passionately
collected stamps and pursued their photography hobbies. When I was little, Gale was
the town’s postmaster. He would save stamps for me and helped me build my own stamp
collection. When I got a little older, he shared his collection with me showing me
the many Leica cameras, Allgemeine SS uniform and various weapons he acquired while
in the service. Gale opened my eyes to the treasure of souvenirs that veterans brought
back from Europe and the Pacific.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kern Ferris was known around town as “Captain Ferris”. His dad
had been an engineer on the narrow-gauge railroad that ran between Caledonia and Freeburg
before the war. My Dad knew him, but Dad being an old NCO, regarded Kern as an “ROTC
one-year wonder”. I met Kern when I was about 12 years old. I was interested in family
genealogy. Kern was retired and spent his days researching his own family history.
He quickly took me under his wing and taught me how to research public records. Though
his mind would spin if he knew the likes of Footnote.com or Ancestory.com, I still
follow the basic guidelines of research that Kern taught me. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Harold St. Mary owned an auto shop that was on the way between
my grade school and our grocery store. When the doors were open on the shop, I would
stop in to say hi because I knew Harold collected old cars and trucks. His pride and
joy was a 1903 Maxwell, but what captured my attention was a 1920s delivery truck,
resplendent with loads of period packaging. I loved the attention to detail. Harold
was also the director of our local museum. He would take me to the museum to help
him build exhibits. When I was 13, he asked me to put together an exhibit on the Civil
War. Little did I know that he had planted the seeds of my professional museum career.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The list could go on. Like the Beaver, I was a pretty precocious
kid. I was not shy about walking into an office and start talking to whoever was behind
the desk. But there was one fellow in Caledonia who stood out—Percy “Perk” Steffen.
Perk was a veteran of WWI, a retired editor of the town’s “Republican” newspaper,
self-appointed keeper of the town’s heritage and Civil War enthusiast. My dad introduced
me to Perk when I was about 10 years old. I visited him every Saturday afternoon for
several years. We would talk about the Civil War, his World War experiences and the
town’s history. I loved Perk. In fact, when my school had a grandparent’s day, I asked
him if I could adopt him as a grandpa (not having known either of my grandfathers).
Every year thereafter, I sent him a Father’s Day card. When Perk died, his wife Helen
gave me the 10-volume set of Miller’s Photographic History of the Civil War that Perk
and I poured over so many times. It sits on the top of one of my front room bookcases
where I see it every day. Not a day passes that I don’t think of Perk or tap into
the passion for the study of military history that he nurtured in me. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It may have required a village to raise me, but it would not have
been possible without the fundamentals of respect for elders, learning and daily chores
that my parents instilled in me. They may not have attended my sporting events or
been involved in every step of my day like so many parents are today, but perhaps
it wasn’t necessary. I had a “village” of adults who looked out for me, taught me
and listened to me. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I miss them all, but during quiet moments, I realize that all of
my successes as a writer, researcher, collector and historian, are due to people like
Mr. Briggs, Mr. Rice, Ralph, Perk, Kern, Gale and Mr. St. Mary. It may be a tired
expression, but to me, these men were truly part of the “Greatest Generation”. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, &lt;i&gt;Military Trader&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;/i&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">The other day, I was talking with a fellow
collector about some of the militaria forums that we both frequent. Eventually, the
topic turned to the forum posters who feel obligated to post their weekly “finds”.
In most cases, the items are a variety of trinkets that either are directly or indirectly
connected to the military. None of the pieces are items that would sell for ten or
twenty dollars. 
<br /><br />
To both my buddy and myself, these postings seemed so self-congratulatory. We scoffed
at how none of the stuff was worth the time it took to look for it, photograph it
and post it. Our conversation turned to discussing our latest acquisitions and how
we had searched for years to find the items that cost us several hundred or thousands
of dollars.<br /><br />
It wasn’t until I returned to my home and was climbing in bed that it occurred to
me….years ago, I was that person who spent all day scrambling from flea market and
garage sale to antique shop and mall, sweeping up every vaguely military-related item
that was less than a few dollars. At the end of the day (this was in pre-Internet
forum days), I would spread it out for one or two collecting buddies to come over
and look at the “haul”. 
<br /><br />
I must be getting old…I am starting to get judgmental and forgetting that I was in
the exact same place young collectors are in today. 
<br /><b><br />
Not Everyone is at the same place in collecting</b><br />
The trick for me—as an editor in the hobby, and a collector—is to remember, that not
everyone is in the same spot on the collecting maturation scale. For years, I was
a gatherer—buying anything cheap, spending all day looking and maybe buying $30 worth
of collectibles. I happily searched for sleepers and misidentified items, counting
them as great finds.<br />
    
<br />
After many years as a gatherer, it dawned on me, I had piles of stuff, but nothing
really focused. I tried to sell the piles of gathered goods but it had no focus. I
had to sell it piece by piece. In the end, all of the time spent trying to dispose
of it was not offset by the prices I got for it. 
<br />
    
<br />
As I raised my daughter, I drifted away from collecting and put more efforts into
my research (just another form of collecting). Only after she was grown and safely
in college, did my collecting bug begin to reemerge. This time, though, I promised
myself to stay focused. I developed a “collecting plan” which clearly defined the
areas in which I was going to collect. With that in hand, it became apparent that
going to flea markets, garage sales or antique shows was a waste of time. I could
find things to buy, but they were not in my personal collecting policy. Any time I
spent money on things outside of my collecting policy, I depleted the resources when
something really good came available that was within my collecting parameters.<br />
    
<br />
This was especially hard during the early days of eBay. It was like the gold rush
of militaria. There was no telling what would appear on eBay back in the early 1990s.
And in most cases, the bidding was never very intense. Keeping my focus was hard because
I saw so much interesting and inexpensive stuff come up for sale.<br />
    
<br />
Today, most of the material I acquire comes from advanced dealers or other collectors
who know that I pay a premium for quality items to add to my collection. If I stop
at an antique store these days, it is to use the bathroom. If I go to a flea market,
it is for the entertainment value. I don’t go there with “vacuum eyes” searching for
glimmers of brass, OD or Federal blue. 
<br /><b><br />
Cripes, is it as simple as “Tolerance”?</b><br />
Getting back to the other day, as I slipped into my big, old Empire bed (from a previous
1840s collecting-jag), I experienced one of those “Ah-hah” moments: Those folks showing
off their trinkets on the forums are at the place where I was many years ago; they
are going to be tomorrow’s power-collectors. 
<br />
   
<br />
So, instead of rolling my eyes and deleting their messages, I decided it is darned
important for me to watch what is catching their interest. The forums are providing
all of us a great window into the future of collecting. The smart dealers and collectors
will be reading, learning and not passing too much judgment, but rather, preparing
for the next enthusiastic collecting phase in our hobby. Drop me a note and let me
know what militaria is your current passion.<br /><br />
Keep finding the good stuff and don’t be shy about sharing it.<br /><br /><div align="right">John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine<br /></div><br /><p></p><img width="0" height="0" src="http://blog.militarytrader.com/jagfile/aggbug.ashx?id=348bfd46-62be-495f-ab71-d9df933a30b3" /></body>
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      <description>The other day, I was talking with a fellow collector about some of the militaria forums that we both frequent. Eventually, the topic turned to the forum posters who feel obligated to post their weekly “finds”. In most cases, the items are a variety of trinkets that either are directly or indirectly connected to the military. None of the pieces are items that would sell for ten or twenty dollars. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
To both my buddy and myself, these postings seemed so self-congratulatory. We scoffed
at how none of the stuff was worth the time it took to look for it, photograph it
and post it. Our conversation turned to discussing our latest acquisitions and how
we had searched for years to find the items that cost us several hundred or thousands
of dollars.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It wasn’t until I returned to my home and was climbing in bed that it occurred to
me….years ago, I was that person who spent all day scrambling from flea market and
garage sale to antique shop and mall, sweeping up every vaguely military-related item
that was less than a few dollars. At the end of the day (this was in pre-Internet
forum days), I would spread it out for one or two collecting buddies to come over
and look at the “haul”. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I must be getting old…I am starting to get judgmental and forgetting that I was in
the exact same place young collectors are in today. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Not Everyone is at the same place in collecting&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The trick for me—as an editor in the hobby, and a collector—is to remember, that not
everyone is in the same spot on the collecting maturation scale. For years, I was
a gatherer—buying anything cheap, spending all day looking and maybe buying $30 worth
of collectibles. I happily searched for sleepers and misidentified items, counting
them as great finds.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
After many years as a gatherer, it dawned on me, I had piles of stuff, but nothing
really focused. I tried to sell the piles of gathered goods but it had no focus. I
had to sell it piece by piece. In the end, all of the time spent trying to dispose
of it was not offset by the prices I got for it. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
As I raised my daughter, I drifted away from collecting and put more efforts into
my research (just another form of collecting). Only after she was grown and safely
in college, did my collecting bug begin to reemerge. This time, though, I promised
myself to stay focused. I developed a “collecting plan” which clearly defined the
areas in which I was going to collect. With that in hand, it became apparent that
going to flea markets, garage sales or antique shows was a waste of time. I could
find things to buy, but they were not in my personal collecting policy. Any time I
spent money on things outside of my collecting policy, I depleted the resources when
something really good came available that was within my collecting parameters.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
This was especially hard during the early days of eBay. It was like the gold rush
of militaria. There was no telling what would appear on eBay back in the early 1990s.
And in most cases, the bidding was never very intense. Keeping my focus was hard because
I saw so much interesting and inexpensive stuff come up for sale.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Today, most of the material I acquire comes from advanced dealers or other collectors
who know that I pay a premium for quality items to add to my collection. If I stop
at an antique store these days, it is to use the bathroom. If I go to a flea market,
it is for the entertainment value. I don’t go there with “vacuum eyes” searching for
glimmers of brass, OD or Federal blue. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Cripes, is it as simple as “Tolerance”?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Getting back to the other day, as I slipped into my big, old Empire bed (from a previous
1840s collecting-jag), I experienced one of those “Ah-hah” moments: Those folks showing
off their trinkets on the forums are at the place where I was many years ago; they
are going to be tomorrow’s power-collectors. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
So, instead of rolling my eyes and deleting their messages, I decided it is darned
important for me to watch what is catching their interest. The forums are providing
all of us a great window into the future of collecting. The smart dealers and collectors
will be reading, learning and not passing too much judgment, but rather, preparing
for the next enthusiastic collecting phase in our hobby. Drop me a note and let me
know what militaria is your current passion.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Keep finding the good stuff and don’t be shy about sharing it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br />
At the recent Iola Military Vehicle Show, I was reminded that historic military vehicle
collectors have a better understanding of the value of “unrestored” than collectors
of militaria. There is little question in the mind of a vehicle collector when they
drag a virtual time capsule out of a forgotten barn or garage: the original, unrestored
state of the vehicle makes it more valuable than if they were to restore it.<br /><br />
This scenario has been repeated many times in the classic car world to substantiate
the claim: An unrestored, original condition Daytona Cobra Coupe found, unmolested
since the day it was put away after its last race, far out-paced its fully restored
brethren at auction. The same can be said for the many original condition muscle cars
that go across the block each year versus fully restored examples of the same vehicles.<br /><br />
Two factors enter into the phenomena: Collectors like to believe they are the “first”
to handle, see or consider to restore an item. And second, simple supply and demand.
The supply of restored classic vehicles has far outpaced the supply of original condition
vehicles.<br /><br />
And yet, with such obvious examples playing out each year, collectors of militaria
just seem to miss the point. Too often, after a collector finds a helmet, uniform,
gun or some piece of accoutrement, their first and foremost reaction is “I gotta clean
it...I must try to ‘restore’ it.” They just don’t seem to understand, “the moment
you mess with it, you have devalued it.”<br /><b><br />
Top Five Ways to Devalue Your Collection</b><br />
Collectors are ingenious when it comes with tampering with historic military relics.
Many even keep a “tool kit” of “restoration materials” handy to address any opportunity
to deflower an item. Here are some the worst things that one can do:<br /><br /><b>1. Rub ‘preservative’ on leather.</b><br />
Conservation advice and techniques are like medical advice ... everyone thinks they
have the answers, but very few actually go through the efforts to get the degree to
practice it. And like home remedies, it doesn't stop the untrained from practicing
it--always with the best of intentions and sometimes with good results, but often,
causing the death while treating a symptom.<br /><br />
Leather is the hide of a dead animal. It was tanned to slow the natural decay. There
is nothing you can smear on it that will slow that process. In fact, treating leather
will often give the appearance of “renewal” when it is actually speeding the process
of decay.<br /><br />
Simply stated: Leather treatment FOR PRESERVATION does not exist. Ever wonder why
one company whose product is often touted as a “preservative” has a DUCK as its logo?
It isn't because ducks are great leather preservationists but rather, because it was
originally developed many, many years ago as water repellant—a chore it performs superbly.
It was part of a late 1980s-early 1990s marketing effort to broaden the company's
market when they hatched the notion that they could sell the stuff to museums. The
formula didn't change, just the marketing effort.<br />
    
<br />
If you want to slather your leather with magic goop, that is your own business. Other
than speeding up the natural deterioration of the leather, the only harm it does is
to the monetary value. A knowledgeable collector / dealer will pay less for something
that has been treated than an item that is left in its original state. 
<br />
    
<br />
The best thing you can do for leather? Clean it with a slightly damp cotton rag. Display
in a moderately humid setting and don’t smear it with any sort of goo! If you are
going to store it, wrap it in unprinted newsprint or similarly acidic paper. Leather
requires a small amount of acid. Acid-free paper actually leaches the natural acids
from leather thereby accelerating decay.<br />
    <br /><b>2. Remove or add insignia to uniforms</b><br />
    
<br />
Collectors just can’t resist the urge to “tweak” a uniform. If one buys a WWI U.S.
tunic that is missing a collar disk, he or she just can’t rest until they replace
the missing insignia. It might increase the value of the tunic, but it destroys the
historical integrity. Of course, some go too far and simply upgrade a tunic with the
addition of more valuable insignia, and that is just plain fraud. 
<br /><br /><b>3. Display in direct sunlight</b><br />
I find it hard to believe that people still do this! It’s the 21st Century folks.
Shut your curtain, pull the shades and buy some UV filters. Duh! Sunlight destroys
things. Don’t hasten the destruction of historic artifacts by exposing them day after
day to the sun’s rays.<br /><br /><b>4. Leave Moth-Proofing to Moth Balls</b><br />
Good grief, do people still think mothballs deter moths? One only has to visit a military
show and catch a whiff to know that many do believe in moth balls. 
<br />
    
<br />
Mothballs used to be the most common way to guard against moths. Originally made of
napthaline, mothballs are now made from paradichlorobenzine, both of which can be
dangerous, especially to children and pets, who might eat the mothballs because of
their sweet taste.<br />
    
<br />
It's thought that paradicholorbenzine is a likely carcinogen, and exposure to very
high doses can cause dizziness, headaches and liver problems. Mothballs are most effective
when used in an airtight container, but the container can't be plastic because the
chemicals in the mothballs can cause plastic to melt into the wool.<br />
    
<br />
The most important thing you can do to prevent moths is to keep your storage area
clean. Using air-tight storage will be a big help, but also regularly vacuum the room
where your uniforms are stored, making sure to clean any woodwork and wooden furniture
in the room as well. Moths love to get into the nooks and crannies of wooden furniture
and into the carpets, so regular cleaning may help keep them from getting to your
stash. Remember, too, to clean behind and under your heavy pieces of furniture, and
clean heating vents and heaters as well. Moths love dark, warm places, so that's where
they will congregate.<br />
    
<br />
Pheromone traps are available for some moths that are attracted to wool, which can
also be effective to repel moths and let you know if moths are present. These traps
are available at hardware stores. Check regularly to make sure there's no evidence
of moths in the traps.<br />
    
<br />
And finally, fumigate your collection. This isn’t as hard as it seems. Once a year,
I haul all my uniforms to the garage, hang them from the rafters and touch off a bug
bomb. A day later, I haul it all back into my collection room with the knowledge that
any dormant larvae probably bit the dust.<br />
    
<br />
Want a sure way to have moths ruin your collection? Leave prevention just to the mothballs.<br /><br /><b>5. Don’t use permanent “coatings”</b><br />
    
<br />
Permanent coatings are things that can’t be reversed such as laminating documents
or lacquering helmets (do people still do this? Read on!). Again, this would seem
to be a self-evident bit of advice, but just last month, I ran up against it, firsthand.<br />
    
<br />
A dealer offered for sale a WWI helmet with a Tank Corps insignia on the front and
a 65th Engineers insignia painted on the side. To a Tank Corps collector, this is
a significant relic as the 65th was the first unit in our nation’s history to be converted
to a tank unit. They were the first tankers.<br />
    
<br />
I expected to pay nearly a thousand dollars for it. However, it was sold to me for
only $395. I asked the dealer if he was certain about the price. He said he was dead-certain
and wished that he could charge me more, but the previous owner had lacquered the
shell, thereby dulling the original color and insignia; cleaned it with a red cloth
while the lacquer was still tacky thereby leaving a fine “fur” coating; and had rubbed
Pecard lubricant on the chin strap, darkening the leather but also promoting the growth
of powdery white bloom. Essentially, the helmet—a dramatically significant document
of Tank Corps lore—had been defaced by a collector. The bottom line? A helmet that
should be worth $1,000 was sold for less than half that price. 
<br /><br /><b>Just leave it alone</b><br />
“Relic sex” has been a long-standing joke among many of my close collector friends.
It seems some just can’t resist the urge to buy an item at a show, go back to the
motel and fondle the new purchase. But it doesn’t stop there. They have to clean it,
groom it, repair it, lubricate it and do whatever comes to mind to try to make it
“better than when they found it”—all under the delusion that they are, in some magical
way, increasing the value. 
<br />
    
<br />
The relic sex metaphor isn’t too tough to figure out. The unadulterated, unmolested
artifact will always command more interest then the one that has passed through many
hands and been “fixed up” each time. Want the most valuable collection? Just leave
it alone. Protect it from bugs and decay. Leave the make-up, magical potions and ‘preservatives’
on the shelf—better yet, throw it out.<br /><br /><div align="right">Preserve the memory,<br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine<br /></div><br /><p></p><img width="0" height="0" src="http://blog.militarytrader.com/jagfile/aggbug.ashx?id=550e0246-6fac-4188-9377-6ec08a8da727" /></body>
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      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
At the recent Iola Military Vehicle Show, I was reminded that historic military vehicle
collectors have a better understanding of the value of “unrestored” than collectors
of militaria. There is little question in the mind of a vehicle collector when they
drag a virtual time capsule out of a forgotten barn or garage: the original, unrestored
state of the vehicle makes it more valuable than if they were to restore it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This scenario has been repeated many times in the classic car world to substantiate
the claim: An unrestored, original condition Daytona Cobra Coupe found, unmolested
since the day it was put away after its last race, far out-paced its fully restored
brethren at auction. The same can be said for the many original condition muscle cars
that go across the block each year versus fully restored examples of the same vehicles.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Two factors enter into the phenomena: Collectors like to believe they are the “first”
to handle, see or consider to restore an item. And second, simple supply and demand.
The supply of restored classic vehicles has far outpaced the supply of original condition
vehicles.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And yet, with such obvious examples playing out each year, collectors of militaria
just seem to miss the point. Too often, after a collector finds a helmet, uniform,
gun or some piece of accoutrement, their first and foremost reaction is “I gotta clean
it...I must try to ‘restore’ it.” They just don’t seem to understand, “the moment
you mess with it, you have devalued it.”&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Top Five Ways to Devalue Your Collection&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Collectors are ingenious when it comes with tampering with historic military relics.
Many even keep a “tool kit” of “restoration materials” handy to address any opportunity
to deflower an item. Here are some the worst things that one can do:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1. Rub ‘preservative’ on leather.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Conservation advice and techniques are like medical advice ... everyone thinks they
have the answers, but very few actually go through the efforts to get the degree to
practice it. And like home remedies, it doesn't stop the untrained from practicing
it--always with the best of intentions and sometimes with good results, but often,
causing the death while treating a symptom.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Leather is the hide of a dead animal. It was tanned to slow the natural decay. There
is nothing you can smear on it that will slow that process. In fact, treating leather
will often give the appearance of “renewal” when it is actually speeding the process
of decay.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Simply stated: Leather treatment FOR PRESERVATION does not exist. Ever wonder why
one company whose product is often touted as a “preservative” has a DUCK as its logo?
It isn't because ducks are great leather preservationists but rather, because it was
originally developed many, many years ago as water repellant—a chore it performs superbly.
It was part of a late 1980s-early 1990s marketing effort to broaden the company's
market when they hatched the notion that they could sell the stuff to museums. The
formula didn't change, just the marketing effort.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
If you want to slather your leather with magic goop, that is your own business. Other
than speeding up the natural deterioration of the leather, the only harm it does is
to the monetary value. A knowledgeable collector / dealer will pay less for something
that has been treated than an item that is left in its original state. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
The best thing you can do for leather? Clean it with a slightly damp cotton rag. Display
in a moderately humid setting and don’t smear it with any sort of goo! If you are
going to store it, wrap it in unprinted newsprint or similarly acidic paper. Leather
requires a small amount of acid. Acid-free paper actually leaches the natural acids
from leather thereby accelerating decay.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Remove or add insignia to uniforms&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Collectors just can’t resist the urge to “tweak” a uniform. If one buys a WWI U.S.
tunic that is missing a collar disk, he or she just can’t rest until they replace
the missing insignia. It might increase the value of the tunic, but it destroys the
historical integrity. Of course, some go too far and simply upgrade a tunic with the
addition of more valuable insignia, and that is just plain fraud. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Display in direct sunlight&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I find it hard to believe that people still do this! It’s the 21st Century folks.
Shut your curtain, pull the shades and buy some UV filters. Duh! Sunlight destroys
things. Don’t hasten the destruction of historic artifacts by exposing them day after
day to the sun’s rays.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Leave Moth-Proofing to Moth Balls&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Good grief, do people still think mothballs deter moths? One only has to visit a military
show and catch a whiff to know that many do believe in moth balls. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Mothballs used to be the most common way to guard against moths. Originally made of
napthaline, mothballs are now made from paradichlorobenzine, both of which can be
dangerous, especially to children and pets, who might eat the mothballs because of
their sweet taste.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
It's thought that paradicholorbenzine is a likely carcinogen, and exposure to very
high doses can cause dizziness, headaches and liver problems. Mothballs are most effective
when used in an airtight container, but the container can't be plastic because the
chemicals in the mothballs can cause plastic to melt into the wool.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
The most important thing you can do to prevent moths is to keep your storage area
clean. Using air-tight storage will be a big help, but also regularly vacuum the room
where your uniforms are stored, making sure to clean any woodwork and wooden furniture
in the room as well. Moths love to get into the nooks and crannies of wooden furniture
and into the carpets, so regular cleaning may help keep them from getting to your
stash. Remember, too, to clean behind and under your heavy pieces of furniture, and
clean heating vents and heaters as well. Moths love dark, warm places, so that's where
they will congregate.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Pheromone traps are available for some moths that are attracted to wool, which can
also be effective to repel moths and let you know if moths are present. These traps
are available at hardware stores. Check regularly to make sure there's no evidence
of moths in the traps.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
And finally, fumigate your collection. This isn’t as hard as it seems. Once a year,
I haul all my uniforms to the garage, hang them from the rafters and touch off a bug
bomb. A day later, I haul it all back into my collection room with the knowledge that
any dormant larvae probably bit the dust.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Want a sure way to have moths ruin your collection? Leave prevention just to the mothballs.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5. Don’t use permanent “coatings”&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
Permanent coatings are things that can’t be reversed such as laminating documents
or lacquering helmets (do people still do this? Read on!). Again, this would seem
to be a self-evident bit of advice, but just last month, I ran up against it, firsthand.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
A dealer offered for sale a WWI helmet with a Tank Corps insignia on the front and
a 65th Engineers insignia painted on the side. To a Tank Corps collector, this is
a significant relic as the 65th was the first unit in our nation’s history to be converted
to a tank unit. They were the first tankers.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
I expected to pay nearly a thousand dollars for it. However, it was sold to me for
only $395. I asked the dealer if he was certain about the price. He said he was dead-certain
and wished that he could charge me more, but the previous owner had lacquered the
shell, thereby dulling the original color and insignia; cleaned it with a red cloth
while the lacquer was still tacky thereby leaving a fine “fur” coating; and had rubbed
Pecard lubricant on the chin strap, darkening the leather but also promoting the growth
of powdery white bloom. Essentially, the helmet—a dramatically significant document
of Tank Corps lore—had been defaced by a collector. The bottom line? A helmet that
should be worth $1,000 was sold for less than half that price. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Just leave it alone&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
“Relic sex” has been a long-standing joke among many of my close collector friends.
It seems some just can’t resist the urge to buy an item at a show, go back to the
motel and fondle the new purchase. But it doesn’t stop there. They have to clean it,
groom it, repair it, lubricate it and do whatever comes to mind to try to make it
“better than when they found it”—all under the delusion that they are, in some magical
way, increasing the value. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;br&gt;
The relic sex metaphor isn’t too tough to figure out. The unadulterated, unmolested
artifact will always command more interest then the one that has passed through many
hands and been “fixed up” each time. Want the most valuable collection? Just leave
it alone. Protect it from bugs and decay. Leave the make-up, magical potions and ‘preservatives’
on the shelf—better yet, throw it out.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;Preserve the memory,&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
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Each year, I try to inspect items in my collection for signs of mold, moths or any
other form of destruction. Last week, after adding a couple of new Tank Corps tunics
to my collection, it occurred to me that it was probably time again to do a bit of
collection maintenance. 
<br /><br />
I hung the new tunics from the garage rafters and carted out all the woolen goods
from my collection to hang as well. With everything spaced out, the door down and
a hand over my mouth, I unleashed a bug bomb. Following 24 hours in my makeshift fumigation
chamber, I hauled it all back into my office. 
<br /><br />
But, unlike other years when I do my annual fumigation, I didn’t put it all back in
its place (I usually use this opportunity to rotate the exhibits in my office as well
to minimize the effects of fading). Besides preservation of the collection, disposition
of it has been on my mind lately. 
<br /><br /><b>Personal Responsibility </b><br />
I recently assembled a “living trust” to take care of the distribution of assets in
the event of my death. For the most part, it is pretty straight-forward: all personal
property is to be sold and combined with existing assets before dividing them between
a few close people. It is easy for almost anyone to understand the terms—except when
it comes to the collection. 
<br /><br />
Like so many collectors, I have tied up a lot of money in pursuing my passion. I have
even convinced myself and others that it is an “investment”. But investments are only
good if you can facilitate the sale. I am not unlike other collectors when I believe
I will have the luxury of choosing the time to sell my collection. This belief is
further complicated by the thought that I can somehow control the pricing structure
to realize a profit on the investment. But what if I die before I have that chance? 
<br /><br /><b>It’s In The Trust </b><br />
There are many ways to deal with the liquidation of one’s collection after they die,
but most are not to the advantage of the survivors. One can have an auction company
come in and haul it all off, but it could be more than a year before any money changes
hands. Other collectors or dealers will try to purchase some or all of it, but it
is hard to know if one can trust these kinds of vultures. 
<br /><br />
In establishing my living trust, I came up with a plan that I can “live” with. Hopefully,
there will be no need to implement the plan (assuming I have a long life of enjoying
my collection and then liquidate it a year before I croak). But just in case, here
is what I have established: 
<br /><br />
With all of the woolen goods out for the fumigation, I decided it was time to catalog
the collection. I wrote the catalog for a “non-collector”. That is, I used terms and
descriptions that a non-collector will understand. Instead of writing, “Paris-made
301st Tank Bn. Wounded in Action Tunic” I wrote, “Tan tunic with tri-colored triangle
patch on left shoulder and red/yellow felt on shoulder straps”. I know what the items
are...I don’t need a catalog to remind me. But, if my daughter is left having to sort
out all this crap, I have to make it as easy as possible. I assigned a number to each
item and wrote it on a tag which I attached to the item. 
<br /><br />
After the catalog was completed, I contacted a dealer whom I have known as both a
friend and professional militaria dealer (not a weekend set-up-at-a-show type, but
someone who makes his living dealing in the stuff). This fellow is someone I trust.
In fact, we have trained together extensively in our defensive firearms classes—he
is one of the few people I would trust in the most dire scenarios. I explained to
him that in the event of my death, my appointed trustees will contact him. This is
the gist of what I asked him to do: 
<br /><br />
When the trustees contact him, he is to make arrangements to go to my home and retrieve
all items designated in the catalog. He is to price them in a way to maximize return
but also to fully liquidate the collection. He is to pay the estate 60% of the realized
price within six months. 
<br /><br />
It’s just that simple. His motivation is to price the items realistically--but aggressively—to
make the sales and turn money back to the estate. Enough margin is allowed to provide
him the incentive to follow-through on the deal. It is a simple plan because I trust
this person. My daughter knows him as does my partner. The personal connection, along
with the professional work ethic that he has demonstrated, makes it comfortable for
me to hang on to my collection as I grow older without creating worries or dilemmas
for my daughter or partner when I keel over. They won’t have to deal with the vultures
who profess to have been my best buddy or claim that I promised them first “dibs”
on items (I don’t promise that to anyone—just my estate!). 
<br /><br />
Being a collector with a family requires one to act maturely and with responsibility.
It’s bad enough I spend good money on 90 year old uniforms. It would simply be ridiculous
to pretend that anyone close, who survives me, cares one iota for the stuff. What
they will understand, if they have to deal with my collection, is the money. Hopefully,
formulating a plan and filing it with my living trust will facilitate the easy transition
from a room full of old military stuff into something useful for them. 
<br /><br />
Enjoy the hunt, but plan ahead. 
<br /><br /><div align="right">John Adams-Graf 
<br />
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine 
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      <description>      Each year, I try to inspect items in my collection for signs of mold, moths or any other form of destruction. Last week, after adding a couple of new Tank Corps tunics to my collection, it occurred to me that it was probably time again to do a bit of collection maintenance. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I hung the new tunics from the garage rafters and carted out all the woolen goods
from my collection to hang as well. With everything spaced out, the door down and
a hand over my mouth, I unleashed a bug bomb. Following 24 hours in my makeshift fumigation
chamber, I hauled it all back into my office. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But, unlike other years when I do my annual fumigation, I didn’t put it all back in
its place (I usually use this opportunity to rotate the exhibits in my office as well
to minimize the effects of fading). Besides preservation of the collection, disposition
of it has been on my mind lately. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Personal Responsibility &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I recently assembled a “living trust” to take care of the distribution of assets in
the event of my death. For the most part, it is pretty straight-forward: all personal
property is to be sold and combined with existing assets before dividing them between
a few close people. It is easy for almost anyone to understand the terms—except when
it comes to the collection. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Like so many collectors, I have tied up a lot of money in pursuing my passion. I have
even convinced myself and others that it is an “investment”. But investments are only
good if you can facilitate the sale. I am not unlike other collectors when I believe
I will have the luxury of choosing the time to sell my collection. This belief is
further complicated by the thought that I can somehow control the pricing structure
to realize a profit on the investment. But what if I die before I have that chance? 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;It’s In The Trust &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
There are many ways to deal with the liquidation of one’s collection after they die,
but most are not to the advantage of the survivors. One can have an auction company
come in and haul it all off, but it could be more than a year before any money changes
hands. Other collectors or dealers will try to purchase some or all of it, but it
is hard to know if one can trust these kinds of vultures. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In establishing my living trust, I came up with a plan that I can “live” with. Hopefully,
there will be no need to implement the plan (assuming I have a long life of enjoying
my collection and then liquidate it a year before I croak). But just in case, here
is what I have established: 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
With all of the woolen goods out for the fumigation, I decided it was time to catalog
the collection. I wrote the catalog for a “non-collector”. That is, I used terms and
descriptions that a non-collector will understand. Instead of writing, “Paris-made
301st Tank Bn. Wounded in Action Tunic” I wrote, “Tan tunic with tri-colored triangle
patch on left shoulder and red/yellow felt on shoulder straps”. I know what the items
are...I don’t need a catalog to remind me. But, if my daughter is left having to sort
out all this crap, I have to make it as easy as possible. I assigned a number to each
item and wrote it on a tag which I attached to the item. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
After the catalog was completed, I contacted a dealer whom I have known as both a
friend and professional militaria dealer (not a weekend set-up-at-a-show type, but
someone who makes his living dealing in the stuff). This fellow is someone I trust.
In fact, we have trained together extensively in our defensive firearms classes—he
is one of the few people I would trust in the most dire scenarios. I explained to
him that in the event of my death, my appointed trustees will contact him. This is
the gist of what I asked him to do: 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
When the trustees contact him, he is to make arrangements to go to my home and retrieve
all items designated in the catalog. He is to price them in a way to maximize return
but also to fully liquidate the collection. He is to pay the estate 60% of the realized
price within six months. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It’s just that simple. His motivation is to price the items realistically--but aggressively—to
make the sales and turn money back to the estate. Enough margin is allowed to provide
him the incentive to follow-through on the deal. It is a simple plan because I trust
this person. My daughter knows him as does my partner. The personal connection, along
with the professional work ethic that he has demonstrated, makes it comfortable for
me to hang on to my collection as I grow older without creating worries or dilemmas
for my daughter or partner when I keel over. They won’t have to deal with the vultures
who profess to have been my best buddy or claim that I promised them first “dibs”
on items (I don’t promise that to anyone—just my estate!). 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Being a collector with a family requires one to act maturely and with responsibility.
It’s bad enough I spend good money on 90 year old uniforms. It would simply be ridiculous
to pretend that anyone close, who survives me, cares one iota for the stuff. What
they will understand, if they have to deal with my collection, is the money. Hopefully,
formulating a plan and filing it with my living trust will facilitate the easy transition
from a room full of old military stuff into something useful for them. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Enjoy the hunt, but plan ahead. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;John Adams-Graf 
&lt;br&gt;
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine 
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     I have been giving a lot of thought lately to the cult of
collecting “personalities”. I didn’t realize I had been pondering it so much until
one of my regular authors offered an article about collecting autographs of people
represented in a recent hit WWII mini-series. My reaction to the article was, “This
isn’t militaria...this is just trying to grab a piece of someone else, no matter what
the context of the signature.”<br />
    This isn’t new...people have been collecting the signatures of
the famous for a couple of hundred years. Gathering the signatures of Revolutionary
War generals and politicians was popular before the Civil War. During the Rebellion,
people eagerly sought the signatures of generals. 
<br />
    As a kid, I briefly dabbled in the hobby when my brothers took
me to the Minnesota Vikings’ training camp and I waited for Bill Brown, Dave Osborne,
Carl Eller and Alan Page to sign a scrap of paper. Possessing their signatures somehow
made me feel “closer” to them, though I actually didn’t learn a thing about the game
or the players from their hastily scrawled names.<br />
    And therein is the essence of autograph collecting—trying to be
close to someone who really doesn’t know you exist. An autograph doesn’t impart any
information about history (apart, possibly from the style of writing utensil and paper
used in the creation), but it can be a conduit for a fascination about history. Holding
a clipped signature written by General George Pickett doesn’t teach a person a thing
about the general or his penultimate moment at Gettysburg. However, it does pique
the holder’s fascination, and perhaps will spark the desire to learn more about the
signer’s role in history.<br />
    But how did the autograph article opportunity churn my brain to
ponder my own collecting habits?<br />
    Recently, I have had the opportunity to add an interesting piece
of WWI Tank Corps history to my collection. The item, on its own, would normally be
an $800 acquisition. It’s just a common item that every tanker had and represents
a segment of history about the birth of the Tank Corps.  However, because the
item belonged to a famous tanker, the price is a few thousand dollars. I have wrestled
with the acquisition for a week now. 
<br />
    On the one hand, the piece does fill my personal collecting mission
statement: “Acquire and display items that tell the history of the birth of the Tank
Corps and its combat history in the Great War.”  But any similar item—without
the fame connection—would tell that story. The question I have been asking myself
is, “does the Tanker’s fame impart any more about the early history of the tank corps?”
If the answer is yes, the follow-up query is, “Is his story worth several thousand
dollars?” This is a tough one, but the answer is somewhere near the core of collecting
militaria.<br /><br /><b>Why do I collect?</b><br />
    All of us who collect this stuff, whether autographs, medals, uniforms
or tanks, in some part, are surrounding ourselves with representations of the deeds
of others. Having a roomful of Tank Corps uniforms does not make me a WWI tanker any
more than the reenactor who pulls on his reproduction uniform and slides into an actual
FT-17 tank. But both approaches do impart some sense of the original tankers’ experience. 
<br />
    My collection fulfills many roles in my life, however. I display
the collection at my office, and find myself, through the course of the day, turning
around in my chair and looking at my various exhibits. I approach the collection the
way I was trained as a museum professional...I look for artifacts that will spark
a dialogue. Each exhibit tells a facet of the AEF Tank Corps story, and as such, they
tell the stories of personalities and experiences. 
<br />
    Twenty tunics with tank corps insignia don’t tell the story of
the Tank Corps any better than the single uniform worn by Sgt. Robert E. Hayes, a
tanker in the 302nd Tank Bn. looking at a row of tunics, I have the reaction of a
hunter/gatherer looking at a row of trophies. Looking at Sgt. Hayes’ uniform, I think
of his trials and tribulations cooped up in a hot MK V tank training in France. 
<br />
    While staring at Sgt. Hayes’ uniform and accouterments this morning,
it dawned on me—autograph collectors aren’t that much different. They simply use the
signatures as the conduit to ponder the experiences of the signers. 
<br /><br /><b>Seeking Advice</b><br />
    In the course of contemplating my dual-dilemma (a: should I publish
an article on collecting “celebrity” autographs and b: is a particular relic for my
collection worth spending several extra thousand dollars simply because it was associated
with someone famous), I sought the opinions of a couple of dealers and a museum curator—all
three people I deeply respect. 
<br />
    The discussion about the autographs boiled down to their place
in the realm of militaria. To many, collecting autographs is like “counting coup”...it
doesn’t impart anything about history but, rather, establishes a presumed relationship
between the historic figure and the collector.<br />
    But, the discussion led to there being different types of autographs.
We labeled the first type “convention autographs”. In this group are the autographs
obtained in a setting where the “celebrity” sits and signs anything from photographs
to ladies’ breasts. You see this at many of the larger militaria shows. There is no
shortage of Jeeps with dashboards signed by the “Gunny”. These are all what we considered
to be “convention signatures”. They are produced long after the person’s rise to celebrity. 
<br />
    The other group we labeled “contemporary autographs”. These are
signatures that were written contemporary to the period in which the personality elevated
to “historic” status. This led to a discussion of the value of a clipped signature
versus a signature on a document that actually imparts a sense of person’s role in
history.<br />
    As an example of our thought process, we chose signatures written
by Shifty Powers—an unknown-to-history WWII paratrooper until Stephen Ambrose interviewed
him for his book, Band of Brothers. Shifty’s signature on a black-and-white photo
obtained at the Show of Shows would be a “convention” autograph. His signature on
a 1944-dated delivery shipment for ammunition near Bastogne would be a “contemporary”
autograph. And finally, Shifty’s signature on a 1959 cancelled check falls somewhere
in between.<br />
    We concluded that that any article for Trader would have to clearly
make these distinctions. Why? Because the “convention” autograph won’t hold its value
beyond our generation. When we are dead and gone, the excitement about the Band of
Brothers will subside and fade. They are not characters that will stand the test of
history as opposed to the likes of Montgomery, Bradley and Eisenhower, who will continue
to command interest. I hate to sound so shallow, but the “Band of Brothers” are like
the Beanie Babies of militaria. They are easy to like, quickly identifiable and if
one scrambles, one can “own” them (by acquiring autographs). Of course, I don’t want
to imply that the soldier’s contributions aren’t important to history; I am just saying
that their fame (and the attempt to buy and sell items related to them) is more of
a “fad” than a collecting genre.<br />
    Here’s another an example, this one a bit closer to home. A signature
of Bernhard Graf who fought with Company F, 2nd Minnesota Infantry, has little, if
any value to Civil War collectors. To me, because he was a great-great uncle, it has
some personal value...it establishes a sense of connection to an otherwise unknown
figure of Civil War history. A letter written by him from Nashville in 1864 commands
a whole lot more interest (and would have a broader collector appeal) than his signature
on a probate form from 1888 (which would have minimal collector appeal) and even a
whole lot more than just a clipped signature written soon before his death in 1900
(which would have no collector appeal).<br />
    The antithesis to these examples, of course, would be Sergeant
Alvin York. His signatures have sustainable value that follow the three tiers of contemporary,
somewhere-in-between, and convention. But the values are sustained because he is a
recognized and decorated hero, unlike Shifty or Wild Bill of the “Band of Brothers”,
who are just soldiers who found their 10 minutes of fame because an author elevated
them to the big screen.<br /><br /><b>So? What’s the Price of Fame?</b><br />
    After all this pondering and consternation, one would expect that
I had reached conclusions to my dual-dilemma. I was reminded of the strength of the
“identified” artifact (one which is directly associated with a particular soldier)
versus the unidentified. When I know the identity of the tanker who wore a particular
helmet or uniform, I am willing to pay more. For some reason, that sense of personality
imparts a stronger connection to the history. Whether I admitted it or not, I collect
“celebrity”.<br />
    So, my former harsh opinions about autograph collecting began to
soften. I am willing to admit that it is a legitimate segment of military collecting
(though I continue to insist a Jeep signed by the “Gunny” is no more valuable than
an unsigned quarter-ton in the same condition!).<br />
    What about my big purchase? Well, I have concluded that the several
thousand dollars for the connection to a Tank Corps celebrity is justified. Now the
real struggle begins—paying for it!<br /><br />
Keep finding the good stuff,<br /><br /><img height="89" src="http://blog.militarytrader.com/jagfile/content/binary/JAG-SIG.gif" width="134" border="0" /><br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
Editor, <em>Military Trader</em> and <em>Military Vehicles Magazine</em></p>
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been giving a lot of thought lately to the cult of
collecting “personalities”. I didn’t realize I had been pondering it so much until
one of my regular authors offered an article about collecting autographs of people
represented in a recent hit WWII mini-series. My reaction to the article was, “This
isn’t militaria...this is just trying to grab a piece of someone else, no matter what
the context of the signature.”&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This isn’t new...people have been collecting the signatures of
the famous for a couple of hundred years. Gathering the signatures of Revolutionary
War generals and politicians was popular before the Civil War. During the Rebellion,
people eagerly sought the signatures of generals. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As a kid, I briefly dabbled in the hobby when my brothers took
me to the Minnesota Vikings’ training camp and I waited for Bill Brown, Dave Osborne,
Carl Eller and Alan Page to sign a scrap of paper. Possessing their signatures somehow
made me feel “closer” to them, though I actually didn’t learn a thing about the game
or the players from their hastily scrawled names.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And therein is the essence of autograph collecting—trying to be
close to someone who really doesn’t know you exist. An autograph doesn’t impart any
information about history (apart, possibly from the style of writing utensil and paper
used in the creation), but it can be a conduit for a fascination about history. Holding
a clipped signature written by General George Pickett doesn’t teach a person a thing
about the general or his penultimate moment at Gettysburg. However, it does pique
the holder’s fascination, and perhaps will spark the desire to learn more about the
signer’s role in history.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But how did the autograph article opportunity churn my brain to
ponder my own collecting habits?&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Recently, I have had the opportunity to add an interesting piece
of WWI Tank Corps history to my collection. The item, on its own, would normally be
an $800 acquisition. It’s just a common item that every tanker had and represents
a segment of history about the birth of the Tank Corps.&amp;nbsp; However, because the
item belonged to a famous tanker, the price is a few thousand dollars. I have wrestled
with the acquisition for a week now. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;On the one hand, the piece does fill my personal collecting mission
statement: “Acquire and display items that tell the history of the birth of the Tank
Corps and its combat history in the Great War.”&amp;nbsp; But any similar item—without
the fame connection—would tell that story. The question I have been asking myself
is, “does the Tanker’s fame impart any more about the early history of the tank corps?”
If the answer is yes, the follow-up query is, “Is his story worth several thousand
dollars?” This is a tough one, but the answer is somewhere near the core of collecting
militaria.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why do I collect?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;All of us who collect this stuff, whether autographs, medals, uniforms
or tanks, in some part, are surrounding ourselves with representations of the deeds
of others. Having a roomful of Tank Corps uniforms does not make me a WWI tanker any
more than the reenactor who pulls on his reproduction uniform and slides into an actual
FT-17 tank. But both approaches do impart some sense of the original tankers’ experience. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My collection fulfills many roles in my life, however. I display
the collection at my office, and find myself, through the course of the day, turning
around in my chair and looking at my various exhibits. I approach the collection the
way I was trained as a museum professional...I look for artifacts that will spark
a dialogue. Each exhibit tells a facet of the AEF Tank Corps story, and as such, they
tell the stories of personalities and experiences. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Twenty tunics with tank corps insignia don’t tell the story of
the Tank Corps any better than the single uniform worn by Sgt. Robert E. Hayes, a
tanker in the 302nd Tank Bn. looking at a row of tunics, I have the reaction of a
hunter/gatherer looking at a row of trophies. Looking at Sgt. Hayes’ uniform, I think
of his trials and tribulations cooped up in a hot MK V tank training in France. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;While staring at Sgt. Hayes’ uniform and accouterments this morning,
it dawned on me—autograph collectors aren’t that much different. They simply use the
signatures as the conduit to ponder the experiences of the signers. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Seeking Advice&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the course of contemplating my dual-dilemma (a: should I publish
an article on collecting “celebrity” autographs and b: is a particular relic for my
collection worth spending several extra thousand dollars simply because it was associated
with someone famous), I sought the opinions of a couple of dealers and a museum curator—all
three people I deeply respect. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The discussion about the autographs boiled down to their place
in the realm of militaria. To many, collecting autographs is like “counting coup”...it
doesn’t impart anything about history but, rather, establishes a presumed relationship
between the historic figure and the collector.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But, the discussion led to there being different types of autographs.
We labeled the first type “convention autographs”. In this group are the autographs
obtained in a setting where the “celebrity” sits and signs anything from photographs
to ladies’ breasts. You see this at many of the larger militaria shows. There is no
shortage of Jeeps with dashboards signed by the “Gunny”. These are all what we considered
to be “convention signatures”. They are produced long after the person’s rise to celebrity. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The other group we labeled “contemporary autographs”. These are
signatures that were written contemporary to the period in which the personality elevated
to “historic” status. This led to a discussion of the value of a clipped signature
versus a signature on a document that actually imparts a sense of person’s role in
history.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As an example of our thought process, we chose signatures written
by Shifty Powers—an unknown-to-history WWII paratrooper until Stephen Ambrose interviewed
him for his book, Band of Brothers. Shifty’s signature on a black-and-white photo
obtained at the Show of Shows would be a “convention” autograph. His signature on
a 1944-dated delivery shipment for ammunition near Bastogne would be a “contemporary”
autograph. And finally, Shifty’s signature on a 1959 cancelled check falls somewhere
in between.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We concluded that that any article for Trader would have to clearly
make these distinctions. Why? Because the “convention” autograph won’t hold its value
beyond our generation. When we are dead and gone, the excitement about the Band of
Brothers will subside and fade. They are not characters that will stand the test of
history as opposed to the likes of Montgomery, Bradley and Eisenhower, who will continue
to command interest. I hate to sound so shallow, but the “Band of Brothers” are like
the Beanie Babies of militaria. They are easy to like, quickly identifiable and if
one scrambles, one can “own” them (by acquiring autographs). Of course, I don’t want
to imply that the soldier’s contributions aren’t important to history; I am just saying
that their fame (and the attempt to buy and sell items related to them) is more of
a “fad” than a collecting genre.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here’s another an example, this one a bit closer to home. A signature
of Bernhard Graf who fought with Company F, 2nd Minnesota Infantry, has little, if
any value to Civil War collectors. To me, because he was a great-great uncle, it has
some personal value...it establishes a sense of connection to an otherwise unknown
figure of Civil War history. A letter written by him from Nashville in 1864 commands
a whole lot more interest (and would have a broader collector appeal) than his signature
on a probate form from 1888 (which would have minimal collector appeal) and even a
whole lot more than just a clipped signature written soon before his death in 1900
(which would have no collector appeal).&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The antithesis to these examples, of course, would be Sergeant
Alvin York. His signatures have sustainable value that follow the three tiers of contemporary,
somewhere-in-between, and convention. But the values are sustained because he is a
recognized and decorated hero, unlike Shifty or Wild Bill of the “Band of Brothers”,
who are just soldiers who found their 10 minutes of fame because an author elevated
them to the big screen.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;So? What’s the Price of Fame?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After all this pondering and consternation, one would expect that
I had reached conclusions to my dual-dilemma. I was reminded of the strength of the
“identified” artifact (one which is directly associated with a particular soldier)
versus the unidentified. When I know the identity of the tanker who wore a particular
helmet or uniform, I am willing to pay more. For some reason, that sense of personality
imparts a stronger connection to the history. Whether I admitted it or not, I collect
“celebrity”.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So, my former harsh opinions about autograph collecting began to
soften. I am willing to admit that it is a legitimate segment of military collecting
(though I continue to insist a Jeep signed by the “Gunny” is no more valuable than
an unsigned quarter-ton in the same condition!).&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What about my big purchase? Well, I have concluded that the several
thousand dollars for the connection to a Tank Corps celebrity is justified. Now the
real struggle begins—paying for it!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Keep finding the good stuff,&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, &lt;em&gt;Military Trader&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Military Vehicles Magazine&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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[Note: Signature not worth the paper on which it is written]&lt;br&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Greetings,<br />
    Like a lot of guys who have crossed the threshold of 45, I have
seen some disturbing changes in the ol’ JAG. First of all, when I crawl into bed and
grab my current read after an evening of sitting at the computer, I find it takes
a minute or so for my eyes to focus. 
<br />
    The other day, I rode my bike to the Post Office. When I finally
made it up the hill back to my garage, I thought my heart was going to pound itself
free from my rib cage. “Hmmm,” I wheezed, “This never happened before...must be getting
older.”<br />
    Well, this led to actually noticing the scale that occupies a space
on the bathroom floor. I have had the scale for years—I think my folks gave it to
me as a wedding present (they have never been too supportive of any of my marriages!).
I don’t remember ever actually using it, but since I grew up with a scale in the bathroom,
it seemed appropriate that I have one as well.<br />
    I stepped onto it, confident that it would register at 145lbs—the
weight that I knew was constant since I was a cross country running senior in high
school. The dial spun past 145...way past. It finally settled at 168. Funny, when
I first realized what was happening, I was quick to blame my failing eyes...that can’t
be right. So I retrieved my glasses and stepped back on the scale. 168lbs. 
<br />
    Deep in thought, I stumbled to the kitchen. Peering into the fridge,
I asked myself, “How could this possibly have happened?” I demanded, “I have ALWAYS
weighed 145lbs.” Settling onto the couch with a couple of popsicles, I decided I was
going to get to the bottom of this quandary.<br /><br />
THE WEIGHT OF WORDS<br />
    By the time I popped the wrapper on Popsicle number two, a light
bulb popped in my brain—as I have grown older, I have found that I have had to eat
a WHOLE LOT of my words. The most recent had just been this past weekend.<br />
    Occasionally, my esteemed colleague and antique guru Harry Rinker
calls to interview me for his syndicated radio program, “Whatcha Got?” I suspect that
he schedules me when someone who really has something to say about the hobby of collecting
suddenly cancels, but I have never asked. I just accept the compliment of being invited.<br />
    During the Sunday morning interview a few weeks ago, I heard myself
saying, “Some militaria can be a good commodity in these economic turbulent times
(I was quite proud of how brilliant I sounded)” 
<br />
“But John,” Harry politely interjected, “The number one reason for buying any piece
has to be that the person genuinely likes the item and has no expectation of investment
potential.” Immediately, I tasted the bitterness of my own words. Not only have I
preached for years that collectors are lousy investors (they LOVE to buy, but HATE
to sell), I have written in three military price guides that I have authored: “Buy
the items because you like them...don’t pretend that they are your ‘investment fund’”.
Because I have spoken and written this idea many times, I am sure some of my weight
gain has resulted from that Sunday morning serving of my own words.<br />
    Digesting that heavy plate of humility should have been enough
for a while, but the following weekend I went right back for another serving. A few
months prior, I received an e-mail notice of a new military vehicle show that was
going to take place in nearby Cape Girardeau. I marked my calendar. On the appointed
Sunday, I drove to the park where the announcement indicated the gathering of old
MVs would meet, and found no one. Confused, I checked the email on my Blackberry.
I had the right place and the right time. Now I just got mad. How dare they send me
a personal invitation and then not have anything show up for the show? I called my
buddy and fellow editor, David Doyle to grouse about it. 
<br />
    David has the class of a Southern plantation owner but I could
detect just a glimmer of glee spiced with a dash of sarcasm when he served me the
appetizer, “John, what does it say at the top of the calendar in your magazines?”
I recognized the flavor of my own words, “ATTENTION! CONFIRM all information with
show promoter before traveling. The time, dates, and/or location may have changed!”<br />
    And finally, just yesterday, I recognized that I was eating my
own words again as I typed a reply to a potential overseas author. After years and
years professing that 35mm slides were the pinnacle of photography and anyone who
really wanted to contribute images to be considered for the cover of the magazine
or inclusion in the calendar should only submit slides, I typed something new. I explained
that I no longer considered slides or prints for publication, but rather, only high-resolution
digital images. I realize I was probably the last guy to admit that digital photography
has overtaken all previous formats (though I still hold dear the belief that the daguerreotype
is the only “true” mirror image of our world), but that doesn’t hide the fact that
I have a whole buffet of words to eat. I used to be pretty adamant when it came to
proper photo formats submitted for publication (I used the term “adamant” because
I thought it might be easier to digest than “arrogant”).<br /><br />
    Over the span of just two popsicles, I was able to recall three
examples of recent word-eating. This had to be the cause of weight gain. But what
to do? 
<br />
    My dad has always had the same suggestion for anyone who blathers
on about dieting. Perhaps I will finally consider his elderly wisdom: “Just keep your
big mouth closed!”<br /><br />
Keep finding the good stuff,<br />
John Adams-Graf<br />
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      <title>The weight of words can hang heavy on the hips</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:59:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Greetings,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Like a lot of guys who have crossed the threshold of 45, I have
seen some disturbing changes in the ol’ JAG. First of all, when I crawl into bed and
grab my current read after an evening of sitting at the computer, I find it takes
a minute or so for my eyes to focus. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The other day, I rode my bike to the Post Office. When I finally
made it up the hill back to my garage, I thought my heart was going to pound itself
free from my rib cage. “Hmmm,” I wheezed, “This never happened before...must be getting
older.”&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well, this led to actually noticing the scale that occupies a space
on the bathroom floor. I have had the scale for years—I think my folks gave it to
me as a wedding present (they have never been too supportive of any of my marriages!).
I don’t remember ever actually using it, but since I grew up with a scale in the bathroom,
it seemed appropriate that I have one as well.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I stepped onto it, confident that it would register at 145lbs—the
weight that I knew was constant since I was a cross country running senior in high
school. The dial spun past 145...way past. It finally settled at 168. Funny, when
I first realized what was happening, I was quick to blame my failing eyes...that can’t
be right. So I retrieved my glasses and stepped back on the scale. 168lbs. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deep in thought, I stumbled to the kitchen. Peering into the fridge,
I asked myself, “How could this possibly have happened?” I demanded, “I have ALWAYS
weighed 145lbs.” Settling onto the couch with a couple of popsicles, I decided I was
going to get to the bottom of this quandary.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
THE WEIGHT OF WORDS&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;By the time I popped the wrapper on Popsicle number two, a light
bulb popped in my brain—as I have grown older, I have found that I have had to eat
a WHOLE LOT of my words. The most recent had just been this past weekend.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Occasionally, my esteemed colleague and antique guru Harry Rinker
calls to interview me for his syndicated radio program, “Whatcha Got?” I suspect that
he schedules me when someone who really has something to say about the hobby of collecting
suddenly cancels, but I have never asked. I just accept the compliment of being invited.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;During the Sunday morning interview a few weeks ago, I heard myself
saying, “Some militaria can be a good commodity in these economic turbulent times
(I was quite proud of how brilliant I sounded)” 
&lt;br&gt;
“But John,” Harry politely interjected, “The number one reason for buying any piece
has to be that the person genuinely likes the item and has no expectation of investment
potential.” Immediately, I tasted the bitterness of my own words. Not only have I
preached for years that collectors are lousy investors (they LOVE to buy, but HATE
to sell), I have written in three military price guides that I have authored: “Buy
the items because you like them...don’t pretend that they are your ‘investment fund’”.
Because I have spoken and written this idea many times, I am sure some of my weight
gain has resulted from that Sunday morning serving of my own words.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Digesting that heavy plate of humility should have been enough
for a while, but the following weekend I went right back for another serving. A few
months prior, I received an e-mail notice of a new military vehicle show that was
going to take place in nearby Cape Girardeau. I marked my calendar. On the appointed
Sunday, I drove to the park where the announcement indicated the gathering of old
MVs would meet, and found no one. Confused, I checked the email on my Blackberry.
I had the right place and the right time. Now I just got mad. How dare they send me
a personal invitation and then not have anything show up for the show? I called my
buddy and fellow editor, David Doyle to grouse about it. 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;David has the class of a Southern plantation owner but I could
detect just a glimmer of glee spiced with a dash of sarcasm when he served me the
appetizer, “John, what does it say at the top of the calendar in your magazines?”
I recognized the flavor of my own words, “ATTENTION! CONFIRM all information with
show promoter before traveling. The time, dates, and/or location may have changed!”&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And finally, just yesterday, I recognized that I was eating my
own words again as I typed a reply to a potential overseas author. After years and
years professing that 35mm slides were the pinnacle of photography and anyone who
really wanted to contribute images to be considered for the cover of the magazine
or inclusion in the calendar should only submit slides, I typed something new. I explained
that I no longer considered slides or prints for publication, but rather, only high-resolution
digital images. I realize I was probably the last guy to admit that digital photography
has overtaken all previous formats (though I still hold dear the belief that the daguerreotype
is the only “true” mirror image of our world), but that doesn’t hide the fact that
I have a whole buffet of words to eat. I used to be pretty adamant when it came to
proper photo formats submitted for publication (I used the term “adamant” because
I thought it might be easier to digest than “arrogant”).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Over the span of just two popsicles, I was able to recall three
examples of recent word-eating. This had to be the cause of weight gain. But what
to do? 
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My dad has always had the same suggestion for anyone who blathers
on about dieting. Perhaps I will finally consider his elderly wisdom: “Just keep your
big mouth closed!”&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Keep finding the good stuff,&lt;br&gt;
John Adams-Graf&lt;br&gt;
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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