Mom Judy and daughter Erin, in their earliest days as yard-sale enthusiasts.
On the weekends, Mom’s hands were always black from newspaper ink.
On my childhood property in northeast Pennsylvania stood a red barn that dates back to the early 1900s. Perched on the perimeter of a meandering creek, the barn once housed a Model T and served as shelter for a cow. When the Tierneys moved in, it became a mecca for secondhand treasures.
