Several years ago I was tracking down an altar I had only heard about and it was one of those legendary finds. Its almost like chasing a ghost. I got a email from a gentleman in Iowa that said he had his grandfathers altar, the very altar in which he got married. The story sounded good but what some people think and altar is and what an altar is are two different things. I went through the usual what else do you have, know of anything else hiding anywhere else? I said to the voice on the other end of the line and he said well we do have some more things from the church but we are not sure if we want to sell them. I said, I am here, just let me know when you think about it. I told him I need photos of that altar so I can determine a value. I was expecting a table or kneeler or something else that wasn't an altar but what I found was a gorgeous plaster altar about 15ft x 15ft. It was almost like finding that Indian motorcycle stuffed in the rafters or buried in the ground. I look at the pictures, it was covered in dust, thick grimy and just out of control mayhem of layers of dirt. But it was a good altar and in decent condition considering how long it has been kept in storage. The family saved this altar, it was originally donated by these men's grandfather over a 100 years ago. Their grandfather was married in front of it and they wanted to save it, even though they had no place for it. They wanted it. Most altars meet their demise at the hands of a sledge hammer or careless remodelers who find no value in then history or artifact itself. But this one still has some life left in it. Its still for sale but I know sometime, someday someone will be married in front of it again. Yes, it is in a corn crib in the middle of nowhere, alone in field.
A passionate person dedicated to picking the greatest religious items lost to time.