
I had not been to a Friday estate sale this summer so I stopped in at this sale late in the morning after the professional resellers had pillaged what they needed. This was not a particularly interesting sale but it was refreshing to wander again in a stranger home examining the artifacts of their life. This smallish brick ranch home had the usual flotsam and jetsam of a long life from the old kitchen wares to the linens and blankets piled upon the beds. The most notable items were the extensive collection of hand painted plaster Xmas figurines. The overtly cute figures occupied three tables in one bedroom and nearly all had angel wings. Some clothing remained in the estate including a collection of women’s hats, a selection of ladies gloves and some garishly colored dresses.

The basement had more ambience that the upstairs with it’s dim light coming from bare bulbs and sunlight filtered by the dirty windows of the garage door. Here I found old paint cans, a catalog for Hummel collectors, a fishing net hanging from the ceiling, some old Halloween décor, a game called Take 12, a basket of faux apples and a shelf holding assorted containers of miscellaneous hardware that listed in a way that made it look as though it would topple at any moment.
I bought two old tourist brochures for Georgia that were die cut into the shape of the state.




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