Friday, December 22, 2006

Saturday 12/16/06

Terrace Ave. - Candler Park “Yard Sale"

The holidays are approaching but the temperature has risen and once again it’s reasonable weather for yard sales. Today’s first sale is at a home of a local sign artist. I covered a sale here two years ago as I recognize the stump in the front yard that once held a large doll. Today there is a moderate assortment of old clutter spread across the yard of this brick bungalow facing Candler Park. By the look of it all everything here could have well been in the last four sales at this home. Here I find a metal cage filled with tennis balls, a child’s pencil case with the name Ryan on it, some old metal hanging light fixtures, a pile of baskets, a box of jars and metal tins and a box of hats. On one table are two deflated exercise balls on another two old and dusty crockpots. Some house wares on another table include a mug with an alligator on it, two ceramic pickles and a large ashtray with the name of a cigar maker on it.
I bought nothing.
Drinking vessel for sale in Candler Park.

Old balls contained in a metal case.

Box of old cans and jars.
Leonardo St. Lake Claire “Moving Sale”

This sale is made up mostly of an assortment of boxes containing booked arrayed in the front yard. Most were hard back copies of popular fiction and non fiction among them I found “Impossible Vacation”, “By Way of Deception”, “Citizen Perot”, “A Confederacy of Dunces”, “Being There”, “Blue Highways”, “The Last Camel Died at Noon”, “Vineland”, “Hints From Heloise” and “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People”. Other stuff in the yard includes some matted photographs of people and scenes from Turkey, some baskets, the pelt of a badger and some sports memorabilia. In a box on the grass were some stemware and a ceramic chicken. Sitting upon a car parked in the driveway were three plush pandas and an old red telephone. Leaning against the automobile was a framed print depicting two hands holding a heart surrounded by butterflies.
I bought nothing.
Art found on Leonardo.

Ceramic fowl among glassware.

Badger pelt upon the grass.
Locust Ave. – Kirkwood “Moving Sale”

This event went by several names. In Craigslist it was listed as an estate sale, signs around Kirkwood announced it as a moving sale, the sign in the front yard said Garage sale. But there was no garage here. There was a fair amount of clutter collected in the driveway and front porch of this older bungalow. Covering a large portion of the yard were four carpets of differing designs. In the driveway on tables and shelves were some large framed art, some candles, some bottles of garden chemicals, an assortment of men’s designer underwear, rolls of gift wrap, unopened boxes of facial tissue, some odd cans of limited edition Coca Cola products, a few board games and some books. Among the books were “Praying Twice”, “The Life Cycle Completed”, “The Gay Guide to San Francisco”, “Simple Vegetarian Pleasures”, “An Invitation to Christian Yoga”, “Small Dog Breads”, “The Mac Bathroom Reader”, “Quest for the Grail”, “Bartending for Dummies”, “Living More with Less”, How I Learned to Snap” and “Our Endangered Values”. In a pile of clothing in the back of the driveway I found some academic regalia. The seller told me one hood was for law the other the ministry. He explained he was only practicing the latter. On the porch was some stereo gear, boxes of cables, a multitude of DC adapters, a sofa and a very old Macintosh.
I bought nothing but later returned with Cindy to by some large sheets of watercolor paper.
Carpets covering the front yard.

Gift wrap for sale.
Oakridge Ave. East Lake “Yard Sale"

The ad for this sale in the AJC and Craigslist announced that the Xmas décor was being sold to pay for assisted living costs
I was stunned by the possible pathos of this event. Were some teary eyed children taking ornaments off their tree to provided three squares a day for their grandma? When I arrived at the sale in the driveway of a faux turn of the century manor house it was apparent that they had not dismantled the tannenbaum but had vacated their Christmas shop. On some tables in the driveway were hundreds of unopened boxes of ornaments and Xmas village pieces. The village pieces included everything from fire hydrants to truncheon toting English Bobbies. A massive selection of glass ornaments hanging on racks in the drive way featured glassine pigs riding Harleys, smiling snowmen, polar bears, teddy bears and bronco busters. In other boxes were varieties of Santa figurines and all manor of Xmas lights. There was a large selection of non-holiday stuff for sale as well. Several boxes contained an assortment of popular fiction by authors such as King, Kellerman and Ludham. A closed plastic bin contained a sign warning that of Playboys lurked within. There were cardboard boxes filled with small plush bears in assorted apparel, old Lps by Johnny Mathis, a bowl of polished stone eggs, several boxes of old bottles, tangled boxes of audio and video cables and assorted kitchen wears. On the pavement was a large crock that said mustard plasters next to it was a large jar containing cotton boughs.
I bought a wireless video transmitter for fifty cents.

Village being sold.

Bobby standing guard in Xmas village.

Massive array of boxed Xmas items.

Old bottles in a box.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Saturday - December 2, 2006

Clifton Rd. - Candler Park "Estate Sale"

It’s a cold Saturday morning and I’ve had a low-grade fever for three days. I drag my self out of bed to go not to a yard sale in front of some frozen fool’s home but to the county geography bowl. I watch my school’s team answer questions about population and rivers then head home to rest. Cindy tells me she’ll run down to the corner store to get me some soup and a sandwich after nearly an hour she then tells me I have got to get dressed to go to this sale a block away. “The old woman died” she says, “The house is full of stuff.”
Disregarding my feverish state I following Cindy’s directive and head to this brick bungalow near the Candler Park Market. Inside I find the usual set up for a professional sale. Several sales people dominating the front rooms. A few cases filled with jewelry and smaller staff. As always I head towards the more remote areas of the household. I cruise through the kitchen noting the piles and buckets of cleaning supplies. The rat bait kept near a percolator, the assorted Xmas décor and faux flowers among small yellow appliances. From the kitchen I proceeded to a rear bedroom where I found more Xmas décor plush animals and a neatly made up antique wooden bed. Upon it was a frame print of Jesus and a photo album containing snapshots and letters from children to their grandmother. On a nearby dresser was a ceramic sleeping pig, next to the dreaming swine was a ceramic book forever open to a verse saying something regarding “so many friends and never being alone.”
Sleeping pig with open verse.

Memories and faith displayed on bed.

Female figure found upon the cuttlery.
From the bedroom I descended into a large partially finished basement. Here in found old tools, disheveled clothing, more Xmas décor and discarded clutter bathed in rays of seemingly mystical winter sunshine. Time appeared to stand still as I walked among the refuse and disorder. Scenes of old writing implements scatted across a filthy cabinet, cleaning supplies crowded together on ramshackle furnishings, broken tools of indeterminate use hanging from wooden walls. In another area were photographs of children with coifed 70’s hairstyles hanging below ductwork next to a fading botanical print. Looking around I saw more scatted holiday décor, Including a large plastic Santa face, a large print of a child washing doll clothes and boxes brimming with Xmas plush animals their reds and greens glowing in the rays of December sunlight passing through filth covered windows. The more time I spent in this subterranean wonderland I began to wonder if my feverish mind was playing tricks on me. After examining an old charred decorative plate that once carried the supposed likeness of a 19th century grandmother for much longer than I should have I decided to go back upstairs.

Images of children and plants on basement wall.

Garden tools in a dim basement.

Plate with burned image of a grandmother.
IIn another bedroom I found more piles of clothing, more plush animals and a print of a child holding a white kitten. In the living room I take notice of an array of praying hands on an end table and a large ceramic woman’s foots wearing a vintage shoe on top of a nearby console television. In the living room on a sofa was a large disorganized pile of family photographs some dating from two centuries ago. As I looked though the faded images Cindy negotiated the price of a large ornate picture frame.
I bought nothing.

Ceramic foot and shoe upon television.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Friday 12/1/06

It's Friday afternoon I feel dreadful from this flu or cold or whatever. As I look to the weekend I realize that in addition to feeling this way, it is much to cold to have yard sales and that I need to attend the Geography Bee tomorrow morning. But scanning Craigslist I find the following ad:

"Now that the divorce is final and the ex-wife is gone, it's time to get rid of all of the sh-- she left. I have couches, loveseats, two armoires, end tables with marble tops and SEVEN TUBS of women's clothing, most of them plus-size, in addition to the clothes I have hung on FOURTEEN FEET of clothing racks (she had the racks custom made.) Most of the clothes are nice, I'm told - Liz Clairborne, Eddie Bauer...I don't recognize a lot of the other names. There are some small leather skirts that she apparently held on to thinking she would fit into them again. There are enough clothes here to open my own freakin department store. What's more - there are duplicates! So, if you see a shirt you like, there are probably four more just like it in different colors. Some of this stuff still has tags on it! It's amazing she didn't drive me into bankruptcy while we were together. Clothes are priced at "FILL A BAG FOR $1" except for a few things - leather, a vintage wedding dress (from her first marriage) and a few coats.

I also have full sets of dishes and housewares, various holiday decorations, and tons of "art". If your office does one of those santa swap things and you need something weird, you need to come by my house!

I also have a free box, a 25 cent box, and a 50 cent box."

I'm sorry I will not be there but sometimes the promotion can be better than the actual event.