My name is Sally Garfield and my husband was a Peddler. We first met in Hagerstown when he came through with selling dry goods, clocks, and other household items. I was smitten with him the first time I saw him. Edmond was wearing a bright red and black checkered suit and a wide brimmed brown hat. I can still see him checking his golden pocket watch as he pitched his wears. In one month we married and until his untimely death at age 38, we traveled throughout the east in his yellow and green wagon. My life with Edmond was filled with love and excitement. I will never forget the first time we met. He said to me, “Ask me, I have it! I carry your needs in my wagon, I carry your wants, don’t be lagging!” I am a peddler you see, I am a peddler with all you need” such was the song I heard often when the peddler road into town in his bright yellow wagon. He was dapperly dressed, top hat and coat. His full voice and quick wit gave you no doubt he loved what he did. Pots and pans, shoes and hats, ‘snake oil’, just to name a few were always piled high on the wagon. From the time we moved in town, I always looked forward to the peddler bringing strange and wonderful things.
