Through the repetition of countless glasses and punch bowl cups and lamp parts and Christmas this and that you come across a piece wrapped in 1960’s newsprint. It stands apart…hopefully. Thanks to a kind neighbor, we have a temporary internet connect to research items. Last night we found in a box buried in a back shed a lot of glasses and of course the mind glazes over as one after another is unwrapped from the paper…I mean it may be a different item.
So when the shape changed in the hand, I found a few items that are a bit unique and not ready for the ‘green dot’ fifty cents table.
It is perhaps tedious to give a blow by blow of a garage sale. It is an interesting aspect of the cleanup. The interesting ‘collectors’ that drop by in a hurry is interesting. If you help them out to their car, that can be a true sign of the hoarder. Jammed with stuff, as was my mom’s and aunt’s cars. Their cars never stayed empty.
I recall once walking my Mom out to her car after an event. The car was once again full to the point of obstructing visibility. I somewhat inappropriately said “What’s all that #$%@ in your car?” She bristled and in her fiery style said ‘That’s not #$%@, those are treasures.” I know the ‘treasure’ load when I see it. I don’t say anything. I bid them to have a nice day. They usually mumble something back and leave with that intense concentration of the quest.
So my point was, before I wandered off yet again, that I will update the blog but not bore you with the minutiae of selling Anchor Hocking glassware or canning jars. We are delving into the back tent/TP where the storage locker contents are stored. There was ‘good stuff’ (listen to me!) in that locker. We will backfill the tables from there as the week progresses.