I don't know why, but I love old wooden ten-pins. They're just beautiful objects, with their patina revealing their age and use. I cluster them around the house in little groupings, and they just make me smile as they remind me of carnivals and games. These vary in age, with the oldest from the 1900s and the latest from the 1940s, and the tallest is about 6 inches high.
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