Saturday, October 31, 2009
My neighbors put part of their purchases to immediate wardrobe use.
The first auction was about 45 miles from Flannery Bay. Mostly farm stuff and outside in the damp. Lots of people had trod much of the dirt driveway and yard into a pancake batter like mud. I bid on a fanning mill for Kris, but it went for more than I wanted to pay. The lovely people there had double parked me into my space so I had to wait for some idiot to respond to the auctioneer's request to move his truck. BAHHHHH!
There was a second junk auction by one of my least favorite auctioneers on the way back home. That's were I bought the quack medical devices and the trunk. (And sat next to the fashionable ladies). I bought a couple other items including 2 wire wreath stands from a funeral home (but very usable on a porch at Christmas time) and a home made ladder that I will paint red tomorrow. I also bought a great womans seal fur coat trimmed with mink, 1920's style (any ideas for removing substantial moth ball smell from the coat?); a metal floor lamp (visible behind the purple hatted lady); a 1950's portable typewriter; and a stack of old galvanized pails. There was a half a hay rack stacked with boxes and boxes full of fabric, but I know nothing of such matter, so I did not even contemplate a purchase, even though the last 20+ boxes sold for $1 (yep - that's 5 cents per box).
All in all it was a pretty good day. And now I will have fun with my faux medical career. Maybe I'll offer a free buzz to any trick or treaters who show here at Flannery Bay.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Unlike the traditional square footage individual booth shops, Gypsy Lea's has one cohesive display incorporating stuff from all the dealers through-out the store. This smearing and blending of everyone's creations shows our customers how everything can fit together. It strengthens everyone's presentation, but it also means that a bunch of coordinated effort at set up is required.
I have brought a few pieces into the shop already, but the majority of my items are here poised for transport to Sauk Rapids as space opens. I also have a mass of smalls to bring in this time. Much of my stuff will be Christmas themed or usable as a Christmas gift. Our November sale is our big Christmas event.
Ho-Ho-Ho and lets hope for a huge event.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Hogerific sofa and chair in better times. The small tables were made with California tiles in the 1920's. The larger is from Malibu Pottery, the smaller probably Pasadena Pottery.
The new hobby may well be on-line auctions. Not national auctions such as eBay, but local auctions conducted only on the web. I have participated in 3 such auctions in the past two weeks. I drove 1/2 way into the Cities (Minneapolis-St.Paul for the uninitiated), to pick up my latest load.
Newel posts, about 2 1/2 feet tall.
One of three boxes of stereoview cards. This is 50 cards of a trip through a Sears & Roebuck store in about 1910.
Mr. Flannery, working on his new hobby (3 new auctions opened on-line tonight), Oh my!
Monday, October 26, 2009
I tried to remember how many times I had driven on that street. I did remember getting on the bus when I was 4 years old at the corner near our house. My dad was the bus driver and he stopped, picked me up and we made a circuit on his route. He called out the name of every intersecting street. He tested me on the make, model and year of the parked cars that we passed. And now I was driving down the same street looking at houses that I've always known and streets that I've always seen and remembering things that I hope I will always remember.
I dropped Leigh at her parents and started back on my 60 mile trip to Flannery Bay. I got to the the local business district, a place where I shook Adlai Stevenson's hand at a stop on his 1956 campaign for President. There Wong's Chow Mien Restaurant was still in business, now the Cleveland Ave. Wok with an all you can eat Chinese buffet lunch. I had to stop.
I remember going into the chow mien joint with my father when I was 4-5 years old. We were there to get some exotic foreign take out food. (Even though my father, who had spent 3 years in China during WWII, assured me that chow mien was really an American food). I remember sitting in the vinyl and chrome chairs waiting for our food to appear in a number of paper boxes with a lump of little plastic tubes of soy sauce. The Chinese people who owned the restaurant were scurrying around and shouting at each other in Chinese. How exotic for 1950's Middle America. My dad even answered a question in broken Chinese, a talent that I never heard before or again.
Today I was sitting at my table. The Chinese owners were scurrying around and hollering at each other in Chinese. The chow mien was long off the menu, but the white rice was the same starchy sticky mass with soy sauce that I loved as a kid. And the lemon chicken with broccoli and carrots was fantastic. I didn't answer anything in Chinese, broken or otherwise, but then I hadn't lived in China for three years, either. All I could think of was how much I miss my dad and no matter how much things change there is always a string to home that stays the same.
The log house was the smallest model the log guys produced. In fact, it was too small to meet the minimum square footage requirements of the local building code. We had to design a shed dormer addition to the side of her cabin. The cabin sits high on its foundation on a 70 foot hill above the water. It has a tuck under garage and dynamite views of the lake.
The house and its decoration have been done on a shoe string and from a distance. Leigh's favorite place to shop for stuff for the cabin has been my garage. The house is very comfortable, very warm and very interestingly decorated. My next house may very well be log built.
English oak wardrobe used as a hall closet.
Sunday, October 25, 2009