“Pops” mentioned in chgojoearchitect’s comments was Bruno. He sold collectibles alongside his brother & sister in the middle of the market not far from the concession. Each had their own spot.
They had reserved spaces(at the 79th street market, you could pay $1.50 to reserve a specific spot for the following Sunday). They were always in those spots the few years I went.
I was there last in the summer of 1983; sounds like things may have changed after that. Nice family. The sister sold dolls; Bruno sold sports/music memorabilia, and the other brother sold everything else.
I use to spend hours every weekend(Sat/Sun) shooting the bull/picking his brain. I was 14 and just getting into collecting. At first, Bruno would shoo me away. But then I started buying the “occasional” card from his $1 box. He was a nice guy.
We’d park the station wagon. Throw down a blanket or two, and lay out our treasures.
During the late 70’s and early 1980’s, my folks and I would be at the “79th Street” market on most spring and summer weekends.
For me, it was the place to pick up albums. Back then, it was common to find milk crates of clean vinyl to flip through. Records were usually .50 cents each. I discovered the classics that way.
Fond memories.
My best finds: A 1960’s Gibson Discoverer tube amp $10,13 original Hartland Baseball statues for $3.25 (I still have the Mays) and of course the LPs(Beatles to Zappa).
The Swap-O-Rama in Alsip was another fun market as well.
“Pops” mentioned in chgojoearchitect’s comments was Bruno. He sold collectibles alongside his brother & sister in the middle of the market not far from the concession. Each had their own spot.
They had reserved spaces(at the 79th street market, you could pay $1.50 to reserve a specific spot for the following Sunday). They were always in those spots the few years I went.
I was there last in the summer of 1983; sounds like things may have changed after that. Nice family. The sister sold dolls; Bruno sold sports/music memorabilia, and the other brother sold everything else.
I use to spend hours every weekend(Sat/Sun) shooting the bull/picking his brain. I was 14 and just getting into collecting. At first, Bruno would shoo me away. But then I started buying the “occasional” card from his $1 box. He was a nice guy.
We’d park the station wagon. Throw down a blanket or two, and lay out our treasures.
During the late 70’s and early 1980’s, my folks and I would be at the “79th Street” market on most spring and summer weekends.
For me, it was the place to pick up albums. Back then, it was common to find milk crates of clean vinyl to flip through. Records were usually .50 cents each. I discovered the classics that way.
Fond memories.
My best finds: A 1960’s Gibson Discoverer tube amp $10,13 original Hartland Baseball statues for $3.25 (I still have the Mays) and of course the LPs(Beatles to Zappa).
The Swap-O-Rama in Alsip was another fun market as well.