I used to date a girl that had basically grown up in the antique shop that her father owned. It was amazing - we would watch Antiques Roadshow and she knew what everything was and almost exactly what the experts would say it was worth every time. After her father died she ended up with a ton of stuff in her house, and one day I went over there to find she had put up an “Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer!” poster from the 1930s featuring good ol’ Adolf above the fireplace. She wasn’t pro-Hitler or anything, just thought it was an interesting bit of history. I was like “babe, c’mon, we want to keep our friends”.
I used to date a girl that had basically grown up in the antique shop that her father owned. It was amazing - we would watch Antiques Roadshow and she knew what everything was and almost exactly what the experts would say it was worth every time. After her father died she ended up with a ton of stuff in her house, and one day I went over there to find she had put up an “Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer!” poster from the 1930s featuring good ol’ Adolf above the fireplace. She wasn’t pro-Hitler or anything, just thought it was an interesting bit of history. I was like “babe, c’mon, we want to keep our friends”.