I regretted it for a week. Kelly (Tom's cousin) was visiting for the weekend and we went the following Sunday to the same flea market. Better weather brings many more vendors. We were pleasantly surprised at the re-birth of the flea market. We found a great lady with boxes of fabric and supplies and some old coat weight quilts. Kelly found a cobra (?) purse that she knew was worth way more than what was asked and an old weaving in white and navy blue. It was beautiful. After dropping our recent purchases at the car, we walked. I found some cars for the boys (not old, but NASCAR cars that I know they would love) and then spotted these gems.
Maybe it was the red frames. Maybe it was the round bellies. Either way, I knew they needed to be mine. BUT, I walked away. Away, but toward the seller with that trike. I just couldn't get it out of my mind. Once I realized it was sold, I went back to my portly men and offered $8 for the pair.
Now, where to hang them?
p.s. I wish I knew more about them. I tried to look them up, with no luck. If you know a good resource or know anything about them or the illustrator - please let me know. I believe the name is Bernard Hall.