Dang. May have gotten some details wrong. You know what I’m gonna do for the next few hours... hate when I can’t find something I know exists
I found it! David Lubar, “Invasion of the Road Weenies and Other Warped and Creepy Tales” story title: A Tiny Little Piece
I took a look at his section of anti-Semitic materials, and didn't see anything in it that I think is inappropriate to sell. I still don't get why anyone who isn't anti-Semitic themselves would want to buy and own that kind of thing, other than for the purpose of donating it to a library or archive. The kind of thing I have falls in an entirely different category, like this excerpt from the signature page of a letter my great-grandmother sent from the Vichy-run concentration camp she was in (Camp de Gurs) in mid-1941, signed "Mama" and giving her mailing address. Not that most mail, even to the then-neutral USA, got through. Or this envelope enclosing a later letter she wrote from a different camp (she did not survive the war): Or my mother's Heimatschein from the Berlin police dated May 1939: I see or hear about this sort of thing being put up for sale on Ebay every now and then, and feel sad to think that it's going to end up with someone that has no personal connection to it instead of an appropriate archive.
@DonnaML, please receive my inexorably insufficient gratitude for your reality check, which resonates, even between these two ears. (...'Breathe, Breathe....') Done with intelligent things to say, for this minute. Except to observe that maybe it works out that for you, antiquity functions vaguely in the way that the middle ages, up to the Hundred Years' War or so, does for yours truly. In either instance, it's the chronological equivalent of being at a safe distance. ...GIven which, the lineal descent from Edward I I found took a long minute to (euphemism alert: ) 'process,' just on the basis of his Welsh and Scottish wars. ...Only then did I run smack into the pitch of antisemitism demonstrated by, ...well, um, Edward I, along with Louis IX. ...Nope, after the 13th c. CE, I'm kind of done for a minute.