tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41063005228335927372024-02-07T05:48:24.343-08:00365 Days In the Moonshine Capitol of the WorldHere's our contribution to the "365 Days" collection, from deep in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia.Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-89362939451708350132011-11-22T18:23:00.000-08:002011-11-22T18:48:39.022-08:00Day 300/365 Knoxville Table and Chair Company<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxJ54Ogg1XRq3InUDrzG2tugDD-pXdQxfV9QVIEDC4iheaNgT88qrQ5UVGGV7rYWckxtX2vEjLzkoHw0CehDEHrCVpAZUrz8NvqFy-i2mxvGrFFt84k5R12smpr6R06RpDEkqZ6EqiHk/s1600/desk1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011737023339186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxJ54Ogg1XRq3InUDrzG2tugDD-pXdQxfV9QVIEDC4iheaNgT88qrQ5UVGGV7rYWckxtX2vEjLzkoHw0CehDEHrCVpAZUrz8NvqFy-i2mxvGrFFt84k5R12smpr6R06RpDEkqZ6EqiHk/s320/desk1.jpg" /></a>This last weekend's estate sales yielded this mystery desk. My daughter and I saw it at the same time, and she fell in love with it, so it joined the household.<br /><br />The company label inside the drawer is clear and intact: Knoxville Table and Chair Company, Knoxville, Tenn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wmevRL_7V5izTd_GCXnYV2q2k3p-cjvgTLBTbKIbAbyPpzEkldrTrMcb6gUO4DRAN232VrSqIR-GT8GyamWbLpd7oMxWMTkLJc-nhzpKhCMgotXGRN84FTvJmvVR2yC2SPPAMRKc0k8/s1600/desk2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011732099768626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wmevRL_7V5izTd_GCXnYV2q2k3p-cjvgTLBTbKIbAbyPpzEkldrTrMcb6gUO4DRAN232VrSqIR-GT8GyamWbLpd7oMxWMTkLJc-nhzpKhCMgotXGRN84FTvJmvVR2yC2SPPAMRKc0k8/s320/desk2.jpg" /></a> It's proving to be somewhat of a mystery though so I thought I'd ask my gentle readers if they are familiar with this company. The desk itself is heavy and solid, comes with a bookshelf on each end and a center foot rest . There's a single drawer, with heavy Mission style drop pulls.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cxdd15nv6zACmB9k2LXEH7mSA6QnL9bwi2b5JzRk6F4k9IhRp0rESdd-7tDXFbTU2E_SHM4ia3Y7Xompeg8eicMAo0ur0Sutnj2aDUVQ_NmcxJMlrVzBvveOHoUyUdfm7R7mEG8TYrw/s1600/desk3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011729318557330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cxdd15nv6zACmB9k2LXEH7mSA6QnL9bwi2b5JzRk6F4k9IhRp0rESdd-7tDXFbTU2E_SHM4ia3Y7Xompeg8eicMAo0ur0Sutnj2aDUVQ_NmcxJMlrVzBvveOHoUyUdfm7R7mEG8TYrw/s320/desk3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The base finish is the usual heavy black shellac over mahogany. </div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pSLY4sPvFc5UDwLdJ8OVMAJJaf4lJcHMtz6LoURCpYyxtY4MloczSDjAzjkm_mU5kPbBbv6Pyx_-GHWQZC5tGb6IBOUQkLU71OV8xFHve7WvnbFYa8Y5fBTTVgthJmuINDtTwe_oI_Y/s1600/desk4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011722927312610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pSLY4sPvFc5UDwLdJ8OVMAJJaf4lJcHMtz6LoURCpYyxtY4MloczSDjAzjkm_mU5kPbBbv6Pyx_-GHWQZC5tGb6IBOUQkLU71OV8xFHve7WvnbFYa8Y5fBTTVgthJmuINDtTwe_oI_Y/s320/desk4.jpg" /></a><br />The top surface is uncharacteristically left natural.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylEvRhnUXej2HmUpHEIh1f2dISL-J3Frs0UOJ7xw5m1ZToOXWQzNuQ4d9RTMrzZP_fhdXj6e36Oyvp8ckvssZNcXs3PMry87ZYBdeheMKPbomM2sgE4qtrl6MRRDqUnAGcAMcPJ4BpmM/s1600/desk5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011724979117762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylEvRhnUXej2HmUpHEIh1f2dISL-J3Frs0UOJ7xw5m1ZToOXWQzNuQ4d9RTMrzZP_fhdXj6e36Oyvp8ckvssZNcXs3PMry87ZYBdeheMKPbomM2sgE4qtrl6MRRDqUnAGcAMcPJ4BpmM/s320/desk5.jpg" /></a>The only information I've been able to find about the Knoxville Table Company is that it operated in downtown Knoxville Tennessee from 1900-1935. One vintage <em>Michigan Artisan</em> catalog from September 1905 mentions that Mr. F.L. Hood, traveling sales representative of the Knoxville Table Company, spent the month of September in Chicago due to the yellow fever quarantine prevailing in a large part of his territory. Two other furniture companies are quoted as saying business was down in both Mississippi and Louisiana because of the yellow fever quarantines.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's it. That all the power of the internet can find on this company. Usually there are the elusive vintage ads, or if I'm lucky, the vintage furniture catalog. This time, nada.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Once I solve this mystery, I'll start on what those two keys unlock.</div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-31354617882245695372011-11-14T16:39:00.000-08:002011-11-14T17:09:45.480-08:00Day 299/365 Miss JoyceAlthough both sides of my family are Southern, and Virginian, they are not specifically from this particular Virginia county. When we moved here, just shy of 15 years ago, it became quickly apparent that we were forever doomed to be outsiders as far as the local populace was concerned.<br /><br />It didn't help that we were not interested in accepting any one of a dozen invitations to join a church, that we were yellow-dog Democrats, and, most importantly to my daughter, that she wore overalls and Buzz Light Year shoes (because as the local kids told her Buzz shoes were boys shoes. Only boys could go "to infinity and beyond").<br /><br />So in an effort to fit in, and find some sort of niche for our family, I went to the one place I understood: the local library. Specifically, the children's story hour where I was hoping my daughter would feel comfortable.<br /><br />It worked.<br /><br />This wonderful, wonderful woman named Miss Joyce was the children's librarian. She was all the things a librarian should be, namely, absolutely devoted to the incredible experience of reading, and determined to share a love of books with every single child she met. She loved books more than anyone else I've ever met, including myself. And I am a fanatical lover of literature.<br /><br />During the first story hour we attended, my 6 year old daughter was recognized as being "new" and Miss Joyce made a point of being particularily warm and welcoming to her. It made all the difference in the world to a little girl in a strange place that appeared to be beyond infinity.<br /><br />Miss Joyce never had children of her own, but instead regarded every one of the thousands of children that came to story hour as her own. Amazingly, she remembered every one of them by name (I have seen this tested by various children), including my daughter. In the years since, we have collected odd household items for Miss Joyce to use for the summer children's crafts program (moms you know the list: popsicle sticks, toilet paper rolls, sequins, pom poms, glitter ....there's no such thing as too much glitter). <br /><br />Our paths crossed again when a huge grey cat started spending the day at our house. We later found out that Miss Joyce had moved in three doors down, and the big gray cat belonged to her. Boswell (Boss for short) commandeered the neighborhood in short order, and several weeks ago actually ran off a groundhog that had taken up residence in my neighbor's crawl space. <br /><br />Boss did not tell us at that time that he was dealing with his own loss: Miss Joyce had passed away suddenly. We had wondered why we hadn't seen her at the library for a couple weeks, but hadn't thought to ask. It never occurred to us that we may have lost her.<br /><br />From one lover of reading to another, Miss Joyce you will be sorely missed in this community. You touched thousands of children over the last 31 years, not the least of which was my little girl in her Buzz shoes and overalls.<br /><br />Every one of those children will keep your memory alive for years.<br /><br /><em>Thank you.</em>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-46805006467324470342011-11-08T08:25:00.000-08:002011-11-08T08:58:29.855-08:00Day 298/365 A Place For Everything....I've been going to estate sales since I was 14 years old. Over the years, the sales themselves tend to exhibit generational tendencies. When I was 14, the sales were from people who came of age in the 1920s and 1930s -my grandparents generation. The lifelong accumulation of "stuff" tended to fit into economic groups - you could tell who had been hit hard by the Depression, and who had managed to survive or, occasionally, done really well.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj993JzGuPteheL80HTSDUM7LwCPRRtjTizJSI-miTiz4UC8ZmWGX1hsSM-Fb26BfxMyxGpjP1bXcdo9K7VI5YrshQ_qoYjhRd7DhyphenhyphenShgnX4CmI22C2j5s1uKaqq6V3_QgK59CYbE3UZQ/s1600/shop1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663662629907538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj993JzGuPteheL80HTSDUM7LwCPRRtjTizJSI-miTiz4UC8ZmWGX1hsSM-Fb26BfxMyxGpjP1bXcdo9K7VI5YrshQ_qoYjhRd7DhyphenhyphenShgnX4CmI22C2j5s1uKaqq6V3_QgK59CYbE3UZQ/s320/shop1.jpg" /></a> </p>Present day sales are at the end of the World War II generation. I can tell their homes a mile away - the little houses, bought by returning GI's who served at Normandy, or in the South Pacific. They survived the war, came home, married the girl they left behind, and all they wanted was a safe haven - a little home to call their own, where they could have 2.5 kids and a good home cooked meal at night. These homes invariably have some sort of workshop in the basement (because this is the generation that grew up in the Depression and fixes before they throw away). <br /><br />This week's sale fit this description perfectly. The workshop filled approximately a 10 x 15' corner of the basement, with the usual wall of neatly hung saws and extension cords.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KChgpjo_EOQVjf-wGIXByxN2LWb6lbjG17Sw6Yrsc3jnqcSCQSvf8ANRkAu48KFl4KU2pmQeCJKBGY2aB6Ga9Eyd-372wjoywyC0dzj3DoK049eJAFQ_USRSMdEcymtH9XRyHebYgtE/s1600/shop2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663653300856866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KChgpjo_EOQVjf-wGIXByxN2LWb6lbjG17Sw6Yrsc3jnqcSCQSvf8ANRkAu48KFl4KU2pmQeCJKBGY2aB6Ga9Eyd-372wjoywyC0dzj3DoK049eJAFQ_USRSMdEcymtH9XRyHebYgtE/s320/shop2.jpg" /></a> After that, this basement workshop entered the realm of fantasy and legend. Hundreds of bungee cords, arranged by length.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitY0Ka3vACtFP7hgsI_sG6ezRRpyHTi63UnF9NK2HVV6w-yAqgkhn2RmRSQh9Bv6uNpK_daqvyFmq1z-gaH1bnC-3j8az2_1FFzPnJc0InuOiuYo4SOnDnI-LYw1Yvh96QRUWBy4XImJw/s1600/shop3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663646386260754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitY0Ka3vACtFP7hgsI_sG6ezRRpyHTi63UnF9NK2HVV6w-yAqgkhn2RmRSQh9Bv6uNpK_daqvyFmq1z-gaH1bnC-3j8az2_1FFzPnJc0InuOiuYo4SOnDnI-LYw1Yvh96QRUWBy4XImJw/s320/shop3.jpg" /></a> Several wooden bins built and carefully labeled, in excruciating detail (not just tool handles, but "small" asst sizes, in wood,plastic and steel)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw66JDi6NNtRnKndB6qymBswRJZXQcgQAihhFoXi77inN10QmqmQcZBfIA0OAB8QBTNcuc_1nf5rcxMMyh46-L2CqWdPS8i43CA_iEbfsruujKg18zBwgaKiZiWyc292FEAPWPy3nvYCU/s1600/shop4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663351942041586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw66JDi6NNtRnKndB6qymBswRJZXQcgQAihhFoXi77inN10QmqmQcZBfIA0OAB8QBTNcuc_1nf5rcxMMyh46-L2CqWdPS8i43CA_iEbfsruujKg18zBwgaKiZiWyc292FEAPWPy3nvYCU/s320/shop4.jpg" /></a> <em>Excruciating</em> detail (curved pieces of metal and steel)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PDwL2ZYrOIARTLByksXNF2tdH7GgpuHPp72u84umBrExgF29PhO4TWg4dB5qMiH1hoJfAvGEkFb80dtl3pyjVP6T9DleejrFx3CPtBapRssK-reqlwumWylmOCGiA2gP53fJ7o2Bsz8/s1600/shop5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663342418698770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PDwL2ZYrOIARTLByksXNF2tdH7GgpuHPp72u84umBrExgF29PhO4TWg4dB5qMiH1hoJfAvGEkFb80dtl3pyjVP6T9DleejrFx3CPtBapRssK-reqlwumWylmOCGiA2gP53fJ7o2Bsz8/s320/shop5.jpg" /></a> A bin for every kind and size of nail you can imagine, and some I've never heard of.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU856J9zsAZQ3W-oLwtHSX_MpNQtbQz5zpYOg-rqSA-5KZMQ_DwPfVcPz6-UZhtxrNMLetXXZZ9nvr-Kc42sONkXL1RoHBl_CObmeCWpGFoeqQZW_DCt1joI4jnbzCiVafVL73n6OzO0/s1600/shop7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663336253145186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU856J9zsAZQ3W-oLwtHSX_MpNQtbQz5zpYOg-rqSA-5KZMQ_DwPfVcPz6-UZhtxrNMLetXXZZ9nvr-Kc42sONkXL1RoHBl_CObmeCWpGFoeqQZW_DCt1joI4jnbzCiVafVL73n6OzO0/s320/shop7.jpg" /></a> Walls of neatly labeled tins (I'm thinking these were lard tins originally-the wife must have cooked a lot of fried chicken). All of these bins were full.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm959GQVlc3QlUENrc0lARqdjH_QJHENI3_8cHNRWW6WBg4rSQRjE6p9rqTESIqCuhf_wlH96jD_e60eVMMnOnv_muG7BK6hRLDuu_aJEVBHqfKvdkf1yBe9KRmxs1b_Gto-wwvkrgrQ/s1600/shop8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663330099281138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm959GQVlc3QlUENrc0lARqdjH_QJHENI3_8cHNRWW6WBg4rSQRjE6p9rqTESIqCuhf_wlH96jD_e60eVMMnOnv_muG7BK6hRLDuu_aJEVBHqfKvdkf1yBe9KRmxs1b_Gto-wwvkrgrQ/s320/shop8.jpg" /></a> And stacks of bins with little plastic drawers - all labeled and clearly separated.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHh42WrfeFXay0M035BMmm0V7HNNrxPVPHcXw-MSGpemO1cjTxAljxD_GZhChLVrPDfIs4ZgLT_VLusYNAbvYHZcc9njpBqIqUkc5ofd3nCk6uVW9T6ndw2zscV5H_Y4Es_IDs4LVs0s/s1600/shop9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663322896813442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHh42WrfeFXay0M035BMmm0V7HNNrxPVPHcXw-MSGpemO1cjTxAljxD_GZhChLVrPDfIs4ZgLT_VLusYNAbvYHZcc9njpBqIqUkc5ofd3nCk6uVW9T6ndw2zscV5H_Y4Es_IDs4LVs0s/s320/shop9.jpg" /></a> More bins stuck up next to the ceiling (right next to the wood scraps, stacked and labeled on the ends with their length)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0J_ioqhSPyoFier6eAWJQT8jqMLH_oLZgUd-XdR1Abh8kQw9aJyKYEoC2oRqggSEKU60aOnLX6eJClRtxzHL6eu9QaThsOmEAk-pwfMJHmaJaMwNSBURyDh78zykiGj_tM7YPWUQQfs/s1600/shop9b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672662969051384978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0J_ioqhSPyoFier6eAWJQT8jqMLH_oLZgUd-XdR1Abh8kQw9aJyKYEoC2oRqggSEKU60aOnLX6eJClRtxzHL6eu9QaThsOmEAk-pwfMJHmaJaMwNSBURyDh78zykiGj_tM7YPWUQQfs/s320/shop9b.jpg" /></a> Another wall of bins...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx3UFuI4j1uH7FPLDW9ZZpThvo9Mv8y0LQvq84QlaFk6wa4sFpwdB2V1HOeAuTIn6gcvuJc1A-VhySTN3tE9eNzzlx38U-FHQoZNrX06kN7crc8jt1JDK2KxjIeRIQyyH12wqXdwX0as/s1600/shop9c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672662964008159602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx3UFuI4j1uH7FPLDW9ZZpThvo9Mv8y0LQvq84QlaFk6wa4sFpwdB2V1HOeAuTIn6gcvuJc1A-VhySTN3tE9eNzzlx38U-FHQoZNrX06kN7crc8jt1JDK2KxjIeRIQyyH12wqXdwX0as/s320/shop9c.jpg" /></a> And more bins (not just labeled, but the categorization even extends to the color coding).<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd-km3JBmi0Rawh5ZE7QLTbtYCQSVtJWWpeRXi2yKHH9QujO3CS3m-ejIE1Qd-5ei1I12EunNekkV2kMXV1oWZMI1EgSm_g8wFayM5IKUSpxSzRfiKnvXPJ7IH8c4acKgngEaozBtDSo/s1600/shop9d.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672662961954888178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd-km3JBmi0Rawh5ZE7QLTbtYCQSVtJWWpeRXi2yKHH9QujO3CS3m-ejIE1Qd-5ei1I12EunNekkV2kMXV1oWZMI1EgSm_g8wFayM5IKUSpxSzRfiKnvXPJ7IH8c4acKgngEaozBtDSo/s320/shop9d.jpg" /></a> And the <em>piece de resistance</em>....first each metal bin is labeled, within their individual metal drawer...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhWbbea1vRkomXLZafQQIqMoaGd38q9ONjkMHkJoE04WMph7807zPFK6SDz4RvhMdXBtF8wNvdxLbq-FzMF2yUu9vfBcWLdQKPy9EhZUB5dVidVRMAOORIF0Bddp43-6jGhzswN9jweo/s1600/shop9e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672662949840416098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhWbbea1vRkomXLZafQQIqMoaGd38q9ONjkMHkJoE04WMph7807zPFK6SDz4RvhMdXBtF8wNvdxLbq-FzMF2yUu9vfBcWLdQKPy9EhZUB5dVidVRMAOORIF0Bddp43-6jGhzswN9jweo/s320/shop9e.jpg" /></a> Then the exterior of each metal drawer is labeled....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOqvYSgPzP1iFTVneuXY2vqrddGYUToGeSWyqgS9MD8n4daaIDtzefsDih2t3HbuyJj-6d9pa2WprxKEbE5dkcgo-WFJswAvp0UyaTebbpIiuyDGD23r364w-FWsOAJqx2CxGUX3mSlg/s1600/shop9f.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672662945220995682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOqvYSgPzP1iFTVneuXY2vqrddGYUToGeSWyqgS9MD8n4daaIDtzefsDih2t3HbuyJj-6d9pa2WprxKEbE5dkcgo-WFJswAvp0UyaTebbpIiuyDGD23r364w-FWsOAJqx2CxGUX3mSlg/s320/shop9f.jpg" /></a> And then each row of metal drawers (approximately 200 total in this unit) was labeled. This complete unit was priced at $200, included all contents, but the buyer had to disassemble<br />it from the brick chimney and ceiling joist, then remove it themselves. The liquidators couldn't figure out quite how to do it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They don't make guys like this anymore. And these guys were the reason we won the war.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-51035197791997263722011-10-25T13:51:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:31:28.382-07:00Day 297/365 Spirit of the Forest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbwJjtjaLeQU5G9BOM2UCfzz2c5S7gyZEEYptWxY3cRQ5NZfpi46Y5wO3ApT7BqUwUh23-25t6bHa-Thg3J2DVJd8CyZeR-4Tf9-KaLiRZs2fptPXV_h5fNjbkLlH4_Nj0FH1jFZY6X0/s1600/DSCF1275.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667543470944969618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbwJjtjaLeQU5G9BOM2UCfzz2c5S7gyZEEYptWxY3cRQ5NZfpi46Y5wO3ApT7BqUwUh23-25t6bHa-Thg3J2DVJd8CyZeR-4Tf9-KaLiRZs2fptPXV_h5fNjbkLlH4_Nj0FH1jFZY6X0/s320/DSCF1275.jpg" /></a> If you have the money to spare (and the room for storage), this is the time to be buying antiques and vintage furniture. Unfortunately everyone seems to know this, and it makes life harder for dealers (like <em>moi</em>) to find quality items. This weekend yielded *one* small item worth purchasing.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM9SI88CAbrV2HqVumdqCEWL0OvtIUiCJH6OaWpbwPvA6zobNpS47b7W2sNGUdXaaT_7zaAI0QuwsIwJbvoIiVis0c4EsxP_yHPQAmvjAOfibPWYfqfRvB_Ooml2YQpQ0OVEa3TymNYU/s1600/DSCF1272.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667543468628318354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM9SI88CAbrV2HqVumdqCEWL0OvtIUiCJH6OaWpbwPvA6zobNpS47b7W2sNGUdXaaT_7zaAI0QuwsIwJbvoIiVis0c4EsxP_yHPQAmvjAOfibPWYfqfRvB_Ooml2YQpQ0OVEa3TymNYU/s320/DSCF1272.jpg" /></a> A small carved table...previous owner stripped it but it's nice and sturdy, and covered in carvings.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjM-UflyvAOrjmehMIxRRG6JNzTUbF_oZODU0AIyoSv8JM_axxEe5k7d_Q63bKm1LbngFdgK3a9curPA16ulSAkfJMqz2uHhU3CVbOLX2g2LoEli57zHhGxnSB91Yv0B4Uurf1-8f71U/s1600/DSCF1274.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667543459479857010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjM-UflyvAOrjmehMIxRRG6JNzTUbF_oZODU0AIyoSv8JM_axxEe5k7d_Q63bKm1LbngFdgK3a9curPA16ulSAkfJMqz2uHhU3CVbOLX2g2LoEli57zHhGxnSB91Yv0B4Uurf1-8f71U/s320/DSCF1274.jpg" /></a> The Green Man appears on each side. He's the Celtic or Pagan Spirit of the Forest.<br /><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR80IRISAnWZvJPmZ4Rkr5Wi2X3IUTaeFQWjYUeARIifIHdpCxEQQeBXAIaN03_ecisdVzugsvxkODGz9JvgfkoSV8pyqFcZuEjkdd6e0caoW9IMbYQdAmNJMxBHKErGq5quUpDkQs6w0/s1600/DSCF1273.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667543458605567010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR80IRISAnWZvJPmZ4Rkr5Wi2X3IUTaeFQWjYUeARIifIHdpCxEQQeBXAIaN03_ecisdVzugsvxkODGz9JvgfkoSV8pyqFcZuEjkdd6e0caoW9IMbYQdAmNJMxBHKErGq5quUpDkQs6w0/s320/DSCF1273.jpg" /></a> </p>Being of Scottish descent, and more than a little Pagan myself, this little table may never make it to the booth. It's not often the ancestors speak directly to us.Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-85233155400099754902011-10-15T18:16:00.001-07:002011-10-15T18:45:02.830-07:00Day 296/365 Table Redux<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEh4GO3nFJmzjzApIueVixp44c5W0hQOsBORmZAhxITBM3F2E4b6_Ld_9yx3ZZNCoTqVVS9iMna0PZix5FAAS_lyMp3jYKn2FlW8S4Cawak4zfbj0-HfJz9ni5VS9A02ib8onWZGpQSSY/s1600/table1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893190788798738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEh4GO3nFJmzjzApIueVixp44c5W0hQOsBORmZAhxITBM3F2E4b6_Ld_9yx3ZZNCoTqVVS9iMna0PZix5FAAS_lyMp3jYKn2FlW8S4Cawak4zfbj0-HfJz9ni5VS9A02ib8onWZGpQSSY/s320/table1.jpg" /></a>Slim pickings today, but this mahogany table did come home with us. At first glance it's considered a Duncan Phyfe style 1920's reproduction.<br /><br />Duncan Phyfe (originally spelled Fife) was born in Loch Fannich, Scotland in 1768 but emigrated to the newly established United States of America in 1784, at the age of 16. He apprenticed with a cabinetmaker, and eventually became one of the most reputable furniture makers in America, producing furniture in all the popular styles of the day, including Federal, Neo-Classic, Empire, Regency and Rococo Revival.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJLpemclGkb6h-1_BXOPsRmVGj8fqt3exfcWfoKUK2Nu0KYYt-LQ85Ftjh3IV8WBjAhz7z-oSeqQHhHnTtV0BO5Rsa9AuYNzOh0Y0yNc1PdEA0o8Q09yP7pvgeFDpCZJWJ9FPhm7Ti6c/s1600/table2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893193566376994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJLpemclGkb6h-1_BXOPsRmVGj8fqt3exfcWfoKUK2Nu0KYYt-LQ85Ftjh3IV8WBjAhz7z-oSeqQHhHnTtV0BO5Rsa9AuYNzOh0Y0yNc1PdEA0o8Q09yP7pvgeFDpCZJWJ9FPhm7Ti6c/s320/table2.jpg" /></a> The one style he *didn't* produce was Duncan Phyfe, since every element that is now considering an identifying element of his furniture, was, in fact, already popular long before he began building furniture.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Splayed ribbed legs? Yep. Already popular in a variety of styles. Very familiar to the American colonies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyLYJBLco_DPGDxhkdryVh5ogImLt9eWHuuSMpf7RkMng0fnAlQ58N18aendOTmkumyAOGlSCw-EUuIKc8w02BLiOm_keagzkHGXY-FVETQZNBiuWE9NpBR9lISF4IniJVSNKUDAHiM8/s1600/table3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893080814337026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyLYJBLco_DPGDxhkdryVh5ogImLt9eWHuuSMpf7RkMng0fnAlQ58N18aendOTmkumyAOGlSCw-EUuIKc8w02BLiOm_keagzkHGXY-FVETQZNBiuWE9NpBR9lISF4IniJVSNKUDAHiM8/s320/table3.jpg" /></a> Brass paw feet? So common that their absence would have been remarkable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0sj0_rP3wY06eh4aYDRHJEccSGuGcgY02a6XKkO7bZ_3aCZS6LAhpGkw63cLAEQkkm2JQ4ftc6ZH05lI7YXGeAtBYkR2vr2ZT0CIVhqzaBWbEW1Uc0pXQWsaeyW4sMkX-jM2KRSoi1s/s1600/table4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893079213530130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0sj0_rP3wY06eh4aYDRHJEccSGuGcgY02a6XKkO7bZ_3aCZS6LAhpGkw63cLAEQkkm2JQ4ftc6ZH05lI7YXGeAtBYkR2vr2ZT0CIVhqzaBWbEW1Uc0pXQWsaeyW4sMkX-jM2KRSoi1s/s320/table4.jpg" /></a> Drop leafs? Done to death. Mahogany? The pine of its time.<br /><br /><br />So Duncan Phyfe himself would have no idea what we meant when we say something is "Duncan Phyfe" style. A piece of furniture actually made by him in the early 1800's would have a paper label attached, clearly labeled Duncan Phyfe. However, one hundred years and twenty years later, Duncan Phyfe reproductions would actually eclipse the original furniture maker, and become a "style" all its own. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And so we have this mahogany Duncan Phyfe repro dining room table that followed us home today. Worn spots, water marks, deep scratches, and what I think may actually be traces of grey paint in a few spots.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Once I fell for the misguided random thought of "I-can-take-it-home-and-strip-and-refinish-it...It'll-be-a-project". Now I know that this will never actually happen. The projects will simply pile up and overwhelm me. So I need magic fixes and quick solutions.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKSJRnOysck_TfyZNvSvTfoMXlD5x9_Ev4zOG4RYldeGYb_oJ6vSvKDMKqtf1RybLVuaYDw70z2bVLr7vb2_R4_N4aqZNIRg2jMIdid5aJE4j16gkOwe1vRAT309ppN-tZ6rFsnQ_SDo/s1600/table7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893070272133330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKSJRnOysck_TfyZNvSvTfoMXlD5x9_Ev4zOG4RYldeGYb_oJ6vSvKDMKqtf1RybLVuaYDw70z2bVLr7vb2_R4_N4aqZNIRg2jMIdid5aJE4j16gkOwe1vRAT309ppN-tZ6rFsnQ_SDo/s320/table7.jpg" /></a> Like Old English. This time I'll use the Dark Wood liquid, but it comes in Light Wood and Lemon Oil as well.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Cxb56Y3EDtOWiN4xiZLMcDYxwymLASIeVpnTFwntVL2cNFc9poPxtmMSdpRPoLOg8KnJ0zd1oreeG2jivapH-TKqcMhmPQXo-u6_yuJA7xGK8D7OClfUM7ubZIWSmhPDXtDbDXcOhNc/s1600/table5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893067010675026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Cxb56Y3EDtOWiN4xiZLMcDYxwymLASIeVpnTFwntVL2cNFc9poPxtmMSdpRPoLOg8KnJ0zd1oreeG2jivapH-TKqcMhmPQXo-u6_yuJA7xGK8D7OClfUM7ubZIWSmhPDXtDbDXcOhNc/s320/table5.jpg" /></a> It's magic. Grey paint disolves, scratches disappear, the wood actually glows and grime that has accumulated over the years is removed. Total time: 15 minutes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Kc_fdtA8V8RBCAWnwpex-MPHc5LaO-hWsy-9NKhyphenhyphen6o1jWTQCyxFIszpMKSg-Jaq2g8KKYctSDwI_ASmetAL17vNQADUkoOKZFt8gx21fKChypjRvz4iHC6wzewZog3Qj4Nz_VfpVqIQ/s1600/table6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663893066229528578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Kc_fdtA8V8RBCAWnwpex-MPHc5LaO-hWsy-9NKhyphenhyphen6o1jWTQCyxFIszpMKSg-Jaq2g8KKYctSDwI_ASmetAL17vNQADUkoOKZFt8gx21fKChypjRvz4iHC6wzewZog3Qj4Nz_VfpVqIQ/s320/table6.jpg" /></a> Duncan would have killed for it. Or maybe he invented it. Yeah, that's probably what happened. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-4119335996911005882011-10-04T09:01:00.001-07:002011-10-04T09:04:26.678-07:00Day 295/365 Things My Daughter Finds for Me at Target...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlEMbhWXxBO4LUaB9eETt6KXZSneatHNcGnwBhR1DMuI2MX0ajzMZS2yNXV8L9RHZzJo0yPzERx5XcsZ756EVATtVrYqpJGWqEcRvZHHS6zu86y_zrvJLoaIYX9xEfxtBrqubBQbYD1w/s1600/best1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659668038842997170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlEMbhWXxBO4LUaB9eETt6KXZSneatHNcGnwBhR1DMuI2MX0ajzMZS2yNXV8L9RHZzJo0yPzERx5XcsZ756EVATtVrYqpJGWqEcRvZHHS6zu86y_zrvJLoaIYX9xEfxtBrqubBQbYD1w/s320/best1.jpg" /></a> Remember when your kids were little and they'd bring you grimy handfuls of dandelions and it'd be all like a Hallmark moment?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-6f2O_LDyzPg1LK-EC8Y-fz7sMBGbnmE60vWYMPy1hNEzCDvga4dczvxkCjo0g1Q7lhVi4-uGJ8OJomUTJ-FbftA_HgD6kQotCdwmNIGcxqSecIKqDrqB8_9pU3M7lHnbofVSCyaRH8/s1600/best2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659668036687753746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-6f2O_LDyzPg1LK-EC8Y-fz7sMBGbnmE60vWYMPy1hNEzCDvga4dczvxkCjo0g1Q7lhVi4-uGJ8OJomUTJ-FbftA_HgD6kQotCdwmNIGcxqSecIKqDrqB8_9pU3M7lHnbofVSCyaRH8/s320/best2.jpg" /></a> Yeah, me too.</div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-37770313468240260392011-10-02T19:12:00.000-07:002011-10-02T19:34:19.524-07:00Day 294/365 Bamboozled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoun_pE0m8kOgQiGNxttKJIrA50MrNrdJcMuHk5eknbGcuP1e1Y2-EaVcEhSE8nLQaItwgVP3L1h0fey92Y96KDH_uk3znKqc18vV8wwv6H7rksWnNM3e5gZdBVODxwyBcPJW8a3Q2pg/s1600/sew1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085181753183202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoun_pE0m8kOgQiGNxttKJIrA50MrNrdJcMuHk5eknbGcuP1e1Y2-EaVcEhSE8nLQaItwgVP3L1h0fey92Y96KDH_uk3znKqc18vV8wwv6H7rksWnNM3e5gZdBVODxwyBcPJW8a3Q2pg/s320/sew1.jpg" /></a>Pickings were scarce at today's estate sale but we did find this late 1890's bamboo and wicker sewing table.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNeRKJxggR1wEFCzkT-hfBMb7BDfgFjviIGInckP2mRC0ZEzDMVtxwNZd3nH4IBmDuDJa0pWBBGGxJmfx2cOrrjWemAU-Rf88G8hNxnS1Ppa6eczsiks4iUuhcG4pyMwWAHzbTw37g9aY/s1600/sew2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085177593459906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNeRKJxggR1wEFCzkT-hfBMb7BDfgFjviIGInckP2mRC0ZEzDMVtxwNZd3nH4IBmDuDJa0pWBBGGxJmfx2cOrrjWemAU-Rf88G8hNxnS1Ppa6eczsiks4iUuhcG4pyMwWAHzbTw37g9aY/s320/sew2.jpg" /></a> You can see the bamboo ribs in the legs, with slightly bulbed feet and a gradual outward splay in each leg.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyZxQ231mXgvCiOzOuEkABW2fg0TspLZ0lbORI2UAvuPmXP-_Clpk60Pgt-bNP8eBS1zwA99ulwnkLRYYGCqErAb_ILG-RMpC4t-Md1OPAJiJA_GGCIfxu1WmfNu5HBri5E70D0eIqfE/s1600/sew3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085096277817522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyZxQ231mXgvCiOzOuEkABW2fg0TspLZ0lbORI2UAvuPmXP-_Clpk60Pgt-bNP8eBS1zwA99ulwnkLRYYGCqErAb_ILG-RMpC4t-Md1OPAJiJA_GGCIfxu1WmfNu5HBri5E70D0eIqfE/s320/sew3.jpg" /></a> The second shelf is wicker set inside a wooden frame.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOZro9HQlB5Qgsl956iPr1z3A5lk9oImkpgIQHH3GWV9HBpYN6UXX03GJ5dB0wm9z9BtVXmSFmqMK3yOYMzApCg2BG5Rrf7FFUZHht1FuGOhnOgUXWJd3PwHKHC_uRc497FvCd4w0k58/s1600/sew4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085091635274162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOZro9HQlB5Qgsl956iPr1z3A5lk9oImkpgIQHH3GWV9HBpYN6UXX03GJ5dB0wm9z9BtVXmSFmqMK3yOYMzApCg2BG5Rrf7FFUZHht1FuGOhnOgUXWJd3PwHKHC_uRc497FvCd4w0k58/s320/sew4.jpg" /></a> Best of all, the wooden top is hinged along one side to allow the top to lift up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSreBXMHNxYeYWtzJbh_4a9cr_sc0NBt4O3Mq7e9fGa5Ug2ARN_eZc-mtWPyGp-gP_l4cTkB0M5zMZeiZUNOhyQvxqvcq_7W0ja9wNec4ICGLFUsLO7DGZzLAopaGsgc-aIwkFxII18E/s1600/sew5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085093915829906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSreBXMHNxYeYWtzJbh_4a9cr_sc0NBt4O3Mq7e9fGa5Ug2ARN_eZc-mtWPyGp-gP_l4cTkB0M5zMZeiZUNOhyQvxqvcq_7W0ja9wNec4ICGLFUsLO7DGZzLAopaGsgc-aIwkFxII18E/s320/sew5.jpg" /></a> A divided wooden tray sit inside, waiting for thread, needles, buttons and other sewing sundries.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG48PG23w4dhfhrxHxEXSpN9-Xug2hizdkieC5jkT4hxxJO3bO1XBRpZFz9y-EGtDSOI_IZGoOu4HR1ZIjPrORgoaCkoL6YqHoMz1EogWxBSSybHzRaWVwXnXyVuspeKUlH5iHwPB68Xw/s1600/sew6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085086277791586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG48PG23w4dhfhrxHxEXSpN9-Xug2hizdkieC5jkT4hxxJO3bO1XBRpZFz9y-EGtDSOI_IZGoOu4HR1ZIjPrORgoaCkoL6YqHoMz1EogWxBSSybHzRaWVwXnXyVuspeKUlH5iHwPB68Xw/s320/sew6.jpg" /></a> The wooden tray sits on two wooden rails, leaving a large open compartment underneath -meant for scissors, patterns, extra fabric, cut quilt blocks or other larger sewing supplies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9rL9UlZ05qrxGDhdsBIx4rQtg9t4m_9ogQf93yby3AmESed-5waJ6_gDg1OUarV9w70LNySl0d4FcR0w15_ZM27XodvgylF3dqFfRDVB9mBqRsrGE4FHylopI4Bdl_vUE_yPYSky_wM/s1600/sew7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659085081470273362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9rL9UlZ05qrxGDhdsBIx4rQtg9t4m_9ogQf93yby3AmESed-5waJ6_gDg1OUarV9w70LNySl0d4FcR0w15_ZM27XodvgylF3dqFfRDVB9mBqRsrGE4FHylopI4Bdl_vUE_yPYSky_wM/s320/sew7.jpg" /></a> All I need to do is clean it up, decide whether or not to paint it (the brown isn't original), and then migrate it over to the booth.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-85419062070188302552011-10-01T12:54:00.000-07:002011-10-01T13:10:54.355-07:00Day 293/365 Hope ClosetLiving in a house built in 1858, (by people who apparently only owned 2 sets of clothing) means that over the last 153 years, our existing closets were carved out of larger rooms. Electricity wasn't part of the consideration. Well, except for that overhead light that keeps breaking because someone yanks on the chain too hard. The one I quit replacing after one too many yanks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfT28GBqMLUEG4NK-sRFZS0T1xJzLG969N5D_xef_AeQgKA0W2UAYdoHNOY8OKll-PQINoruQgdP3BNw36OESV2keX38qVeg4wQ6NHccYvBofwjlst3AM6I4zNspsuy494wW5657w2LI/s1600/closet1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614919266331922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfT28GBqMLUEG4NK-sRFZS0T1xJzLG969N5D_xef_AeQgKA0W2UAYdoHNOY8OKll-PQINoruQgdP3BNw36OESV2keX38qVeg4wQ6NHccYvBofwjlst3AM6I4zNspsuy494wW5657w2LI/s320/closet1.jpg" /></a>So when I needed to clean out the closet (having promised to send my Minnesota sweaters up to my cousin in the mountains) the first thing I had to do was round up extension cords, power bars and lamps.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyj91lTCuJstRpEVTcr3XL5czftRmcJLT5lFFjyEWA-Q-OFa_iXSKARfigA1rOhNZ5nh_8fobYG4nvvcEseaWgURmAozPHwoqi7JHMu5ItvK1icWvO6ZjOZRheFSFObAf0WfFF2aGCECM/s1600/closet2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614918684974706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyj91lTCuJstRpEVTcr3XL5czftRmcJLT5lFFjyEWA-Q-OFa_iXSKARfigA1rOhNZ5nh_8fobYG4nvvcEseaWgURmAozPHwoqi7JHMu5ItvK1icWvO6ZjOZRheFSFObAf0WfFF2aGCECM/s320/closet2.jpg" /></a> Due to the lack of electricity (energy,motivation, whatever) it's been a few years since the closet was cleaned out. I actually found jackets that still have shoulder pads. And a strange blazer-sort-of-thing I have no memory of ever buying (and a window).<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIv0DFSud4ZXmyPyYX4c8XJLWKzudUAHRCmDeDFDUWsssjyf20c970GfYN2GbSxBnqMHla-gikA09GnOJ0N-sP39o9ge3UTn-8RlvyHf_eP1Qjql_vqEI_cJ-hUfg7l2qo72wpaw3P8w/s1600/closet3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614915108509970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIv0DFSud4ZXmyPyYX4c8XJLWKzudUAHRCmDeDFDUWsssjyf20c970GfYN2GbSxBnqMHla-gikA09GnOJ0N-sP39o9ge3UTn-8RlvyHf_eP1Qjql_vqEI_cJ-hUfg7l2qo72wpaw3P8w/s320/closet3.jpg" /></a> More quilts, more afghans, more comforters and two burgundy pillows that look like they came out of the Arabian Nights.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYT56yItcqwbws3M1Txa2GQfjhcnLd6tKudW6uxY6HpT6AngajQn9ttgUrnhmisVqKb09UtB14KmIt8JMlfWh6E7vTih2Jd89R94R7Qu_0-Vn_Pm9Q5dwvgyoWSGEZVh14M4jmpNTp8ls/s1600/closet4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614816286502386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYT56yItcqwbws3M1Txa2GQfjhcnLd6tKudW6uxY6HpT6AngajQn9ttgUrnhmisVqKb09UtB14KmIt8JMlfWh6E7vTih2Jd89R94R7Qu_0-Vn_Pm9Q5dwvgyoWSGEZVh14M4jmpNTp8ls/s320/closet4.jpg" /></a> Best find of the day: the baby quilts I made for my daughter. They fit perfectly in that big drawer at the bottom of the new armoire.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8mVNjnKW31_8Jlu6aapRAu5BH-bGB9BEr1TXPt5nq6mQYG7QW9QBom00ksZb-HXi_BSTfsbOS_0uyEtYPGbWHz28mWUqN8DYkUPom-NwkBvfxmNrD7LohLfZvsRKANBxqU5-2XsN5bA/s1600/closet5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614809610559202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8mVNjnKW31_8Jlu6aapRAu5BH-bGB9BEr1TXPt5nq6mQYG7QW9QBom00ksZb-HXi_BSTfsbOS_0uyEtYPGbWHz28mWUqN8DYkUPom-NwkBvfxmNrD7LohLfZvsRKANBxqU5-2XsN5bA/s320/closet5.jpg" /></a> And the satin crazy quilt my great-aunt Sadie made. This would be the same one I took to the hospital with me the night my daughter was born.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYUJxdyQ0htgyyHUvkq92kPVmsHAlv_kHqlaBlAhJVw2zIfGnJEB8NTmPMm_8wtsSIWs5jKtsCzrCRXXB2ZaW_sSXOO800XCVb5CPqObla2mExVhxcuP5bcnIQjwG3mhU9v5dAc_vDCw/s1600/closet6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614805629050658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYUJxdyQ0htgyyHUvkq92kPVmsHAlv_kHqlaBlAhJVw2zIfGnJEB8NTmPMm_8wtsSIWs5jKtsCzrCRXXB2ZaW_sSXOO800XCVb5CPqObla2mExVhxcuP5bcnIQjwG3mhU9v5dAc_vDCw/s320/closet6.jpg" /></a> And her first (and only) cut (measuring about 10" long) - covered in patches - her dad was driving truck then, and she had to have Mickey and Minnie ....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rYlujKzhDeO5PkYco7ScAP5GeBhvrwyZNdUuZcJSiy8gTx_Zp9E2pMY4Yev6FkbIqVDxxkrzNOrwnoXVcg5-t99uDbt0u79M1WeFHiz4D1cjmLKw9EMTSHrySbPHG2-o46BVYNBC04Y/s1600/closet7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614802228076834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rYlujKzhDeO5PkYco7ScAP5GeBhvrwyZNdUuZcJSiy8gTx_Zp9E2pMY4Yev6FkbIqVDxxkrzNOrwnoXVcg5-t99uDbt0u79M1WeFHiz4D1cjmLKw9EMTSHrySbPHG2-o46BVYNBC04Y/s320/closet7.jpg" /></a> Apparently she was also a Marine, a member of the Beatles, owned an eagle, and was a Danish/UK/Scot. Learning to spell and sit up would come later. Priorities are important.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0cLAFsfoRgElSFW4Y5s_38QceIUCX3FfHj3bTrp6y9x6tDj8T0kBkw_5FYRMqYdzFJtw9Gp91fHw7v4WU2P9PTIUme2JVItSIYaw9U3jOCSemElDPY0CyZFHVxd1Vsa_14q_rH65trQ/s1600/closet8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658614797894618530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0cLAFsfoRgElSFW4Y5s_38QceIUCX3FfHj3bTrp6y9x6tDj8T0kBkw_5FYRMqYdzFJtw9Gp91fHw7v4WU2P9PTIUme2JVItSIYaw9U3jOCSemElDPY0CyZFHVxd1Vsa_14q_rH65trQ/s320/closet8.jpg" /></a> Also found the cat under all those afghans. He was *not* wearing his cut. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-7901983822526389412011-09-04T19:51:00.001-07:002011-09-04T20:02:25.336-07:00Day 289/365 Feline Fuhrer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdLp9mAO3XeJYoDRvfb0pIutrvYfcw-kDqIoNWTeDRUhN1pH3MVwkaF46XBVKMD3nxbC0tyC5l4TT9UbUcrMSU3WLeQMPXCTjhodF3-IcTALiCorZBQDwq2ZWCy5G5bu1-p83NiL4NWs/s1600/hitlerkittyB.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648702898422350594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdLp9mAO3XeJYoDRvfb0pIutrvYfcw-kDqIoNWTeDRUhN1pH3MVwkaF46XBVKMD3nxbC0tyC5l4TT9UbUcrMSU3WLeQMPXCTjhodF3-IcTALiCorZBQDwq2ZWCy5G5bu1-p83NiL4NWs/s320/hitlerkittyB.jpg" /></a> Sometimes at an estate sale, you find things that you never knew or imagine exist.
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<br />And you just can't pass them up.
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<br />Like this vintage (1950's?) photo.
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<br />Someone loved this kitty enough to take a portrait, blow it up to 8x10, frame it and then keep it for approximately 60 years.
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<br /><p>Or if he goose-stepped with one paw raised, or toddled along in a bowler hat twirling his cane.</p>
<br /><p>Or maybe he wiggled his eyebrows, chewed on his cigar, and hung out with Harpo and Chico.</p>
<br /><p>Yes, I bought him. No, I have no idea why. Everyone needs an 8x10 of the Fuhrer, don't they?</p>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-91476288286770449372011-09-01T09:06:00.000-07:002011-09-01T10:03:32.819-07:00Day 288/365 Eight Small MenBeing from Appalachia means having quilting women in your family. That means having large amounts of quilts on hand, made by Mama, Grandma, Aunt Sadie, Great-Grandma, and in this case, myself.
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<br />When living in Minnesota, this is a good thing, since it's nothing to have five quilts on the bed at one time. However, relocating to Virginia means *not* having even one quilt on the bed for nine months out of the year.
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<br />Because sometimes the best places come in pieces and have to be taken apart and reassembled...
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<br />Hooks, shelves and sides need removing....
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<br />Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-47198585183923511322011-08-07T10:36:00.001-07:002011-08-07T11:16:42.155-07:00Day 287/365 The Nursery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7t9jt-fCvbirpnSj3n3c0PwklJqqQJr1Tw2-6vEzgYesQzQuqhdsMBNsudxF1UAqibklHaOQnQasn9aF0bozuHh5aLLcNQ6c66IGG1t0CSSVGz3GfnCfGuCJary0ddFVnicQElwh-OtM/s1600/cswift1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170266481678450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7t9jt-fCvbirpnSj3n3c0PwklJqqQJr1Tw2-6vEzgYesQzQuqhdsMBNsudxF1UAqibklHaOQnQasn9aF0bozuHh5aLLcNQ6c66IGG1t0CSSVGz3GfnCfGuCJary0ddFVnicQElwh-OtM/s320/cswift1.jpg" /></a><br />Look carefully behind the lampshades, lamps needing re-wiring, antique spool cabinet, and overflowing bookcase, all the way to the ledge of white brick (the one with the Lurch hand on one end and giant books on the other end, right under the framed <em>Lady of the Lake </em>painting).<br /><br />That white ledge is actually our fireplace mantle (our only working fireplace in our 1858 home). Presently it has gas logs which have been used exactly twice in fourteen years (global warming being what it is and Virginia being hot as Hades).<br /><br />More importantly, this summer, it is The Nursery.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieurUJGUq_O421IFt87xE1aBpqYQQIRWGPgIN4WZUW_k81sLOQeEY35aPNu0Fr404G4bem_Q9Fv7jRtamFKKAqkOT7mxgnCovEP4wZRyJRYw_CM07foKN5NBkv3WPTKPEiiwALKJAjkj4/s1600/cswift2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170169960968226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieurUJGUq_O421IFt87xE1aBpqYQQIRWGPgIN4WZUW_k81sLOQeEY35aPNu0Fr404G4bem_Q9Fv7jRtamFKKAqkOT7mxgnCovEP4wZRyJRYw_CM07foKN5NBkv3WPTKPEiiwALKJAjkj4/s320/cswift2.jpg" /></a> Yes, our 1858 chimney has been adopted by a community of chimney swifts and it sounds like there are hundreds in there.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVt3rhHrsT51pLLQd__005UFA0liT4fSjrH9B5eoegd5rfkCg5p1IpAChWiGsVKuToM58q7Z1_FWViaB2CQTddKfe5i1HwBqgdychMWBHjjcAAJNJlcB8h9-6dLYYOorC6yHBxs8-z38/s1600/cswift3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170165522865586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVt3rhHrsT51pLLQd__005UFA0liT4fSjrH9B5eoegd5rfkCg5p1IpAChWiGsVKuToM58q7Z1_FWViaB2CQTddKfe5i1HwBqgdychMWBHjjcAAJNJlcB8h9-6dLYYOorC6yHBxs8-z38/s320/cswift3.jpg" /></a> Mama builts a nest out of twigs and saliva, and somehow it clings to the vertical surface. They prefer hollowed out trees as nesting sites, but with so much human development the swifts have evolved to include brick and mortar chimneys, meaning primarily old chimneys like mine, since modern chimneys tend to be metal lined or capped. Metal linings mean the babies can't cling to the sides, and they slide and fall to the bottom and starve to death. A capped chimney completely blocks access.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie9KEayFmwXPNYD5WxiAeO6JL1Nwucg17fjquzk_VhIlz3KlKohqre-se0DzP3Q0EmUAnLOe2zWOIGF9tGaOimPgUk6TWmFY9cPI7KT8hhaVdNqMULnyuIXMLx2McazN8fmeOwKDBuhI/s1600/cswift4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170158980082370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiie9KEayFmwXPNYD5WxiAeO6JL1Nwucg17fjquzk_VhIlz3KlKohqre-se0DzP3Q0EmUAnLOe2zWOIGF9tGaOimPgUk6TWmFY9cPI7KT8hhaVdNqMULnyuIXMLx2McazN8fmeOwKDBuhI/s320/cswift4.jpg" /></a> Babies are tiny, naked and pink. Kindof like humans.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtm6CPteBobbaUhmKWszpcayI45x-XOtB56XX1gdrrpQMBpGj9N1P0EO_ngl6L8RS7O4zVmWNF5LEruip9jGc3Gn_wEhFzQhlDjI6UWXR9wR81BPPk7IixvTHMW0X-YsX3abTaTqJziI/s1600/cswift5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170155500874082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtm6CPteBobbaUhmKWszpcayI45x-XOtB56XX1gdrrpQMBpGj9N1P0EO_ngl6L8RS7O4zVmWNF5LEruip9jGc3Gn_wEhFzQhlDjI6UWXR9wR81BPPk7IixvTHMW0X-YsX3abTaTqJziI/s320/cswift5.jpg" /></a> Teenagers hang on the sides of the chimneys, chattering and begging for food, preening and showing off their wings. Again, much like humans.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5uaqFThwSQczJI264gsO97rPwrb8pRdP8LGXMwIRCNnJzsAafzqAtFjVH3FtuAkUJXPnoOj6ZiCO6SJqjpNppyRUOSyN0fjlipOyg-6vFRhneuOJruXueibGGv3XsXEwrpO_yxl6GG4/s1600/cswift6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638170152718484242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5uaqFThwSQczJI264gsO97rPwrb8pRdP8LGXMwIRCNnJzsAafzqAtFjVH3FtuAkUJXPnoOj6ZiCO6SJqjpNppyRUOSyN0fjlipOyg-6vFRhneuOJruXueibGGv3XsXEwrpO_yxl6GG4/s320/cswift6.jpg" /></a> And about two weeks after the chattering begins, mama takes them out for their first night flight, and they spend the evening cruising the loop around their nesting spot. A couple nights later, they begin to visit other nests, and eventually a huge flock of swifts will dance in the night sky.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>You may wonder why I'm delighted to have chimney swifts in our house. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>First, each chimney swift eats up to 12,000 insects a day. They <em>love</em> mosquitoes, gnats,and other flying insects. Every time mama comes back to the nest she carries approximately 600 insects in her mouth to hand off to the babies. Fortunately, their feeding season has come after the firefly season, otherwise we'd have issues.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Second, chimney swifts are a protected species under the Migratory Bird Act. These guys are on vacation from the Amazon Basin in Peru and it's a violation of federal law to take down their nests or interfere with their babies.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>Not that I would do that. I've gotten use to the chattering in the chimney - they seem to love TV, and comment endlessly on it. The dogs have quit staring at the fireplace. The cats are disgusted. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>But the third reason I'm delighted to have the swifts as houseguests is mostly because I'm so damned happy they aren't bats.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>***<em>Obvious note: Except for the first photo, these photos are not mine. For one thing, it's apparent I can't get anywhere near my fireplace. Also, my house has an extremely steep roof, and I'm not about to climb it just to use a zoom lens to take photos of the swifts, who would probably swarm out and knock me off the roof anyways. Happily for me, someone else did, and I do appreciate that. And I hope they survived.</em></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-42917371185652999472011-07-12T13:29:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:01:44.183-07:00Day 285/365 ClassicWalked out the door today to a virtual WALL OF FREAKING HEAT...as in 107 degrees.<br /><br />And instantly traveled back in time to 1974...<br /><br /><br /><iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Si759fiEx3c" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />Hotter-than-hell July - heat shimmering on the road- trees all dusty- no breeze whatsoever - riding in my cousin's Chevy SS - spinning out on mountain curves - windows down -laughing at everything- and the radio cranked up as high as it would go...playing the best Southern band ever....The Allman Brothers (second only in my own personal triumverate to my boys from Liverpool).<br /><br />Reminded me of a time when the South was cool, in between the Bull Conner Days and today's Tea Party occupation. Back when tall skinny Georgia boys with beautiful long hair could take a simple guitar and create magic.<br /><br />When I lived up north and flew home for visits, <em>Southbound</em> was playing on my headset when we passed over the first Appalachian Mountains - kindof a homecoming song for me - odd hybrid exile that I was.<br /><br />In college it was The Allman Brothers that I stuck on the turntable on the first day back in the dorms - just so everyone would know where I came from. <br /><br />Can't remember how many times I've seen them in concert - none recently -but as soon as I heard Gregg had a new CD out, I ran out to buy it, forever grateful that he made it through the last 30 years and seems to have come out okay, unlike a lot of us.<br /><br />And it was The Allman Brothers I gave to my daughter - she has her own signature song. Pretty sure she was the only newborn rocking out to <em>Jessica</em>.<br /><br /><br /><iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dAt1pZB52qM" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />Perfection.<br /><br />Makes 107 degrees totally bearable.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DEC5s3nzVzo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-56037502559433741302011-06-21T18:37:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:13:57.271-07:00Day 284/365 Who...What..Where...When...WhyRemember that old TV show "The Naked City" ("there's a million stories in the Naked City, and this is one of them...")<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Qg21ZTYxxDqLdPDfc9HSwZF8UL-DU0BifL7NYDeKp3O0_CE2r1QuD46LrlFVPBbhTHu1aaU4IIFr1ADf1vlouBNHN2E8gYeIlGdc282at-gvqA_RBhkz2kMPC_qFpIByP9tpE8nShsk/s1600/purse1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620853032200266146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Qg21ZTYxxDqLdPDfc9HSwZF8UL-DU0BifL7NYDeKp3O0_CE2r1QuD46LrlFVPBbhTHu1aaU4IIFr1ADf1vlouBNHN2E8gYeIlGdc282at-gvqA_RBhkz2kMPC_qFpIByP9tpE8nShsk/s320/purse1.jpg" /></a> So here's the story of the polka dot purse, the one that looks like it should be on Marilyn's arm in <em>Some Like It Hot</em>. This one came to me courtesy of an estate sale, and it's just been listed, sold and shipped to its new owner. It's canvas, with leather hand straps, and a brass toggle on the top to keep it securely shut. And it has a bright lipstick red interior, with a side pocket that zips.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRsYJI5vZySm_XjleoStEUKRALnLKfqjwq6m_6V9TUPJNeNuy2id14rE_GCT16X9NptTKOCpBX5hDOmMrdZuCLN-x-pqhgfCBTZrFD0V7KoXHdoZSHz1YwMjF-TpgzKwgoIYdGrCqUds/s1600/purse2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620853026485168786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRsYJI5vZySm_XjleoStEUKRALnLKfqjwq6m_6V9TUPJNeNuy2id14rE_GCT16X9NptTKOCpBX5hDOmMrdZuCLN-x-pqhgfCBTZrFD0V7KoXHdoZSHz1YwMjF-TpgzKwgoIYdGrCqUds/s320/purse2.jpg" /></a> I imagine someone forgot to clean out that side pocket though. And they left a little mystery for consideration.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Remember this is a late Fifties purse. A time of women in high heels, sheath dresses, red lipstick, gloves and hats. A time when women didn't usually take off and travel out-of-town by themselves.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbeKFwJ4Ex-ioXLEc0Hph1c63QxLqxC_5_p2PtfOOFkvenT7SUoDndUs18LTZGiTntVooLs4X3J6X5V2IlCnRYaiLsRdn7BVkVVkdG9GnwaSxsLnM1XSPkcALpvDBVJWC4qwViygdQg4/s1600/purse3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620853024135464658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbeKFwJ4Ex-ioXLEc0Hph1c63QxLqxC_5_p2PtfOOFkvenT7SUoDndUs18LTZGiTntVooLs4X3J6X5V2IlCnRYaiLsRdn7BVkVVkdG9GnwaSxsLnM1XSPkcALpvDBVJWC4qwViygdQg4/s320/purse3.jpg" /></a> This little calendar dates it perfectly to the summer of 1962. *Not* 1963 - because only the summer months of 1962 are on this calender (versus the early spring months of 1963)and no woman would have used a white purse before Memorial Day or after Labor Day back in the early Sixties.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09gnJZNeJ8aYAtB6nUAN3Pez_N4CKvK3ti40b6jMf6U4ggPys2kUUa9-hwt0dTIlWHPgLmKs9ULH83pp1g1uZXUWVSSYrPZBESP5DIt1hhuybsmKQ-1uu6C33z5fEQE2VrSd2QOCtBFE/s1600/purse4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852925145614898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09gnJZNeJ8aYAtB6nUAN3Pez_N4CKvK3ti40b6jMf6U4ggPys2kUUa9-hwt0dTIlWHPgLmKs9ULH83pp1g1uZXUWVSSYrPZBESP5DIt1hhuybsmKQ-1uu6C33z5fEQE2VrSd2QOCtBFE/s320/purse4.jpg" /></a> Especially not to go to the beauty parlor to get her hair done. Everyone sees you at the beauty parlor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGyAjY7gDciomlOL1hdPMiCtVdd_VhUCOWjT-P4Ceen708YTuA_o8Vs-QRRsKFeSLKsKU6iJ76WHJQmC1xQKfjfRTUQwdqC4fUeCqXlTRwADp5A8HDJTE0eKQ6_UjX3afL6GXgmZ7MFI/s1600/purse5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852921994911298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGyAjY7gDciomlOL1hdPMiCtVdd_VhUCOWjT-P4Ceen708YTuA_o8Vs-QRRsKFeSLKsKU6iJ76WHJQmC1xQKfjfRTUQwdqC4fUeCqXlTRwADp5A8HDJTE0eKQ6_UjX3afL6GXgmZ7MFI/s320/purse5.jpg" /></a> So, Wednesday August 21, 1962....our mystery lady gets her hair done, first thing in the morning.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UJkhKi6NRx4KPNu-Yt0-JG_0M2SQTZERel8C3Ev8LtE-ZKJsw_QlqrviR7cXJL9GLNdVs_ShXQDAjg5RIdNBohyzFZ2uANKnTox-Uz6_2zGFP5bjut3rpbObTPvjVenNZvVjx5NbBB0/s1600/purse6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852915112142466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UJkhKi6NRx4KPNu-Yt0-JG_0M2SQTZERel8C3Ev8LtE-ZKJsw_QlqrviR7cXJL9GLNdVs_ShXQDAjg5RIdNBohyzFZ2uANKnTox-Uz6_2zGFP5bjut3rpbObTPvjVenNZvVjx5NbBB0/s320/purse6.jpg" /></a> She has someone's credit card for gas (I've obscured the name and account number), but would like to point out that this was *not* the name of the family being liquidated at the sale. So was it a friend? A lover? Someone close enough to hand over his credit card. (And apparently he never got it back). Someone who knew she needed to travel that day and wanted to be sure she made it to her destination.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugPDeZdtWHnNjYu-aJIeDj5aQlhAfvo7VDdm2rMt0uv26Vnugtle-nd0D3aU5g6PWtNUpqdrxITG2lMc1Pt6CgQwJMurqNAx9s77gZM8hU7UdVTso2twfv6SXSnFa1OfDtN6jRuboed8/s1600/purse7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852902071673938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugPDeZdtWHnNjYu-aJIeDj5aQlhAfvo7VDdm2rMt0uv26Vnugtle-nd0D3aU5g6PWtNUpqdrxITG2lMc1Pt6CgQwJMurqNAx9s77gZM8hU7UdVTso2twfv6SXSnFa1OfDtN6jRuboed8/s320/purse7.jpg" /></a> And then there are scraps of paper with large numbers listed and totalled. $10,217.00 - an awful lot of money back in 1962.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUdJ6jq_CB8D2l0OgGKkPbEBf3PWhv_9-mIz-1wr9fxn1QkR5m5GgNwSMHr1WOILCo3EZqZx8Raz_yFiOeDdMqP1BeX9IWKB9XlEsa8LHL0GSj5jQWjmreEc3DZ1XjHXBPT5lXaPmal0/s1600/purse8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852893367402834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUdJ6jq_CB8D2l0OgGKkPbEBf3PWhv_9-mIz-1wr9fxn1QkR5m5GgNwSMHr1WOILCo3EZqZx8Raz_yFiOeDdMqP1BeX9IWKB9XlEsa8LHL0GSj5jQWjmreEc3DZ1XjHXBPT5lXaPmal0/s320/purse8.jpg" /></a> And a couple of phone numbers (yes, children those are phone numbers, back before private exchanges were common). And more large numbers, this time with names.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOHl8Xep5WSz8eJ1Rs6_MlvrgVmT-5TXF-dElUEpWEycqnkuHD-4T9VvLAOWsk85ZdICYd55PefvJZ7ZsXXFkHpz_BV6aiqrsuhkosEeXkv7Nz6gPPj59xyW-yLbmdPiV9xZ4Chbw_-w/s1600/purse9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852692169873730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOHl8Xep5WSz8eJ1Rs6_MlvrgVmT-5TXF-dElUEpWEycqnkuHD-4T9VvLAOWsk85ZdICYd55PefvJZ7ZsXXFkHpz_BV6aiqrsuhkosEeXkv7Nz6gPPj59xyW-yLbmdPiV9xZ4Chbw_-w/s320/purse9.jpg" /></a> With another scrap: "you $1,000.00 cash" and "Hall $5000.00" Remember, in 1962 you could buy a new car for around $3000, and a new home for $13,000. The average income was $5500 a year. So what in the world do all these large dollar sums mean?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSqPOKs7jU2M3BlBgdVW9stIyOUJSMpTe5bcsyWHm5inIeTc9YegYei3LHyl2_ql0TSNSqZosIVP8CUlyoL0cBhF5lhd2jqBgT3MrWp13ieNkvCh2V4Ky39Gdi5aKiJZGQBWfV8Qrez0/s1600/purse10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852690521504514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSqPOKs7jU2M3BlBgdVW9stIyOUJSMpTe5bcsyWHm5inIeTc9YegYei3LHyl2_ql0TSNSqZosIVP8CUlyoL0cBhF5lhd2jqBgT3MrWp13ieNkvCh2V4Ky39Gdi5aKiJZGQBWfV8Qrez0/s320/purse10.jpg" /></a> Then a matchbook from Nick's Caribbean Restaurant in Myrtle Beach - approximately 6 hours by car from Virginia Beach (Nick's is long gone btw).<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8XDtrf24QqQkGEAkhHr_5_mJ3X5CTFgqt44kNSc0WhXv2wFo81vSezLWxYGpjXSJciyKzW6iU3cI2Eke4pWAwESxTnFxZuniPViRLPYVTvjgbUER9RTPzj9SoS3YtITRO2ZgfVebauo/s1600/purse11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852679714762018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8XDtrf24QqQkGEAkhHr_5_mJ3X5CTFgqt44kNSc0WhXv2wFo81vSezLWxYGpjXSJciyKzW6iU3cI2Eke4pWAwESxTnFxZuniPViRLPYVTvjgbUER9RTPzj9SoS3YtITRO2ZgfVebauo/s320/purse11.jpg" /></a> Our girl was nervous while she waited at Nick's - there are several matches torn out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mIumtcKrcelEeFcfAwwpojMYV3IQISsrWT8qPWDDxA3xo3NLHr1mbXcI2bpKB2jl-Q4O6sOiqeSonBhJfTxdDMBXgG4_CwgVoNuE4T7EP1MploC0oHT_9zAwWOlFImVub90yqxrd_Og/s1600/purse12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852681920298050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mIumtcKrcelEeFcfAwwpojMYV3IQISsrWT8qPWDDxA3xo3NLHr1mbXcI2bpKB2jl-Q4O6sOiqeSonBhJfTxdDMBXgG4_CwgVoNuE4T7EP1MploC0oHT_9zAwWOlFImVub90yqxrd_Og/s320/purse12.jpg" /></a> And a scribbled note to herself: "meek & timid.... bashful, reserved."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7q6AxfpElz4WiIpKOsIl9PJJKQi_7s4Nj9cm2RK6R68lv93S-pZXPIsot6J5u_-R6AKoB8YFWZoUjdQsYrySfnftsKgEDj-uboFQH2dHBAQc57aK9O8hnnqlc-lNxtUZtjGzsVsm-bQ/s1600/purse13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620852677608571090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7q6AxfpElz4WiIpKOsIl9PJJKQi_7s4Nj9cm2RK6R68lv93S-pZXPIsot6J5u_-R6AKoB8YFWZoUjdQsYrySfnftsKgEDj-uboFQH2dHBAQc57aK9O8hnnqlc-lNxtUZtjGzsVsm-bQ/s320/purse13.jpg" /></a>Wonder who she was waiting for, sitting in the bar at Nick's, smoking cigarette after cigarette, worrying over being meek and timid, totaling up figures on scraps of paper. Wonder what she needed that money for? Wonder if James knew why she needed his gas card, or if maybe she borrowed it without asking?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What an interesting little mystery.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-48373217705128731762011-06-15T09:13:00.001-07:002011-06-15T09:24:50.844-07:00Day 283/365 Old School Technology<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1pBEuGn0RbUBCYXsu5nUIlkFkTxHWX1T2O252lsv164jMEo7GytvZX4lMWDCYEAG2Gpw8zegAFtMr_oTN-GmND88XnSzybXYHJwjWTEXzIec3zl2nugkSRvC-llAiCOqYF_fXUIDu3I/s1600/stereo1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618480672747826914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1pBEuGn0RbUBCYXsu5nUIlkFkTxHWX1T2O252lsv164jMEo7GytvZX4lMWDCYEAG2Gpw8zegAFtMr_oTN-GmND88XnSzybXYHJwjWTEXzIec3zl2nugkSRvC-llAiCOqYF_fXUIDu3I/s320/stereo1.jpg" /></a>A couple weekends ago we went to the annual "sale to end all sales" and found lots of "good stuff". More interesting are the items you see and never knew existed. Like the 4 foot tall set of three camels, made from actual dried camel skin. <br /><br />There's more run-of-the-mill things too - like this early Sixties General Electric stereo. I've seen plenty like it - spent hours spinning my Beatle records on one just like this.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusnEXV5ocZYHxyVjoUR_wCUUSS9c2qOquOea8aQI6fThQngaIGHjhN45TbJJpcPdMO1mPNprjPFEEnj5nPk78HesImHqnCxgw5JurxPpKuq3FbwYKGR-y0IN1bMPNcywGqxk1v6RxP0s/s1600/stereo2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618480666335065986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusnEXV5ocZYHxyVjoUR_wCUUSS9c2qOquOea8aQI6fThQngaIGHjhN45TbJJpcPdMO1mPNprjPFEEnj5nPk78HesImHqnCxgw5JurxPpKuq3FbwYKGR-y0IN1bMPNcywGqxk1v6RxP0s/s320/stereo2.jpg" /></a> But not exactly just like this - this one is the first I've seen with a reel-to-reel built in with the turntable and top-of-the-line AM/FM radio.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQu8k1fQ6EiPzgQ8lf9qegfz10voj1tzutUWmV9irsk7s-mWZp0Kt_AFWV3G52QambKuvDdI1shz5sf38eeWjvZfYabmgafvmGMhgF3cJ233hJfD57hhxh4VgQ06OWfv-WYvJBSddrVk/s1600/stereo3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618480662261033810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQu8k1fQ6EiPzgQ8lf9qegfz10voj1tzutUWmV9irsk7s-mWZp0Kt_AFWV3G52QambKuvDdI1shz5sf38eeWjvZfYabmgafvmGMhgF3cJ233hJfD57hhxh4VgQ06OWfv-WYvJBSddrVk/s320/stereo3.jpg" /></a> What's weird is that this last weekend we went to another sale and lo and behold, there was another stereo cabinet -early Sixties again - but a vertical cabinet standing close to 7' - complete with AM/FM, turntable, and a reel-to-reel. Plus hugemongous speakers on either side. I got to watch another mom explain to her boys what "reel to reel" was. Never mind the turntable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPrhwg2dcT8qc-zAAEWQsM-pASBOwqE5hfTSh1j8TCQQ0Vl7fd-d1AErbLZ1nuY2eyNeI2sm3_XGRdyOUCtG86A_l2A2HK6p6Ei_mjn4F6cpKwrA260-RxJLa4hyphenhyphenPvK1PcNsCtZHbCShQ/s1600/stereo4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618480655645404050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPrhwg2dcT8qc-zAAEWQsM-pASBOwqE5hfTSh1j8TCQQ0Vl7fd-d1AErbLZ1nuY2eyNeI2sm3_XGRdyOUCtG86A_l2A2HK6p6Ei_mjn4F6cpKwrA260-RxJLa4hyphenhyphenPvK1PcNsCtZHbCShQ/s320/stereo4.jpg" /></a> But this is what we actually came home with. Yes, it's even more old school than the GE set - it's a 1920's Victrola - complete with hand crank. No electricity needed. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9pzCjXgAJ7le3Tjk41N-nvVysfyQmoQ3MAvPmyO-4i6XlUn8QY5jcr1tNYZDJA8xTectLkx0JIiVioXQLzFCNEaSmH2IaABvqhDWXZCEvInygr8AwWjTTGI45NJC95lZmlm0lhxU7QQ/s1600/stereo5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618480653493471874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9pzCjXgAJ7le3Tjk41N-nvVysfyQmoQ3MAvPmyO-4i6XlUn8QY5jcr1tNYZDJA8xTectLkx0JIiVioXQLzFCNEaSmH2IaABvqhDWXZCEvInygr8AwWjTTGI45NJC95lZmlm0lhxU7QQ/s320/stereo5.jpg" /></a> Needle included, and one 78 already on the turntable. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Who needs an ipod?</div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-55687318594899949492011-05-31T19:43:00.000-07:002011-05-31T20:17:55.563-07:00Day 282/365 Come Back Little Sheba...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnEyi-xDmVjIAY03uiONn1PC1pEMhWmLx13QtjCCGglcYBAnBsnc0xIzfY73OVdX5w42Vr9VSDdjCnlPgNsLtQUg6Gb4jMpXWTcxX1uOi6wu9fWd0-O3Ja-_AYz6MiRH9UMEqUKMqIgs/s1600/momandsnake.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613079413194932162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnEyi-xDmVjIAY03uiONn1PC1pEMhWmLx13QtjCCGglcYBAnBsnc0xIzfY73OVdX5w42Vr9VSDdjCnlPgNsLtQUg6Gb4jMpXWTcxX1uOi6wu9fWd0-O3Ja-_AYz6MiRH9UMEqUKMqIgs/s320/momandsnake.jpg" /></a> We have one of those houses where you never know what you'll see. For instance, my mom holding her grandsnake, when she's had a snake phobia her entire life. Leave it to Sherlock to charm his way into her hands.<br /><br />Now Sherlock has a new sister, Sheba....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV-Aefni9WU9e9LhZIDUkrnzwnJcTMrQS_4PMDdZiKfiO8Fac8YV7zv8bL8a4DHpN_TKzg69XSsYRLrTeiyV-6hsOR_yOhXjbPrhBzrTRCA8SiPaXtosCs6HcpGuSxGmJLOZZQvdc0Nw/s1600/sheba1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613077481627831202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV-Aefni9WU9e9LhZIDUkrnzwnJcTMrQS_4PMDdZiKfiO8Fac8YV7zv8bL8a4DHpN_TKzg69XSsYRLrTeiyV-6hsOR_yOhXjbPrhBzrTRCA8SiPaXtosCs6HcpGuSxGmJLOZZQvdc0Nw/s320/sheba1.jpg" /></a> Ahem.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>SHEBA!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNMtwE0DypkLCrRtKjaapXK5Ml5IFpGgxzihVRk8TTDPeJ4al32tPyu_6gAU4soAttyYMtHM2G8W4CsqNbL1vpvDHls2Db5BLnUcg9ZeNpwpPq9Xhfgt01q8E3rT-e7UA6yB33Mj4528/s1600/sheba2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613077479904114578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNMtwE0DypkLCrRtKjaapXK5Ml5IFpGgxzihVRk8TTDPeJ4al32tPyu_6gAU4soAttyYMtHM2G8W4CsqNbL1vpvDHls2Db5BLnUcg9ZeNpwpPq9Xhfgt01q8E3rT-e7UA6yB33Mj4528/s320/sheba2.jpg" /></a> There she is.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Sheba is a Kenyan Sand Boa. This means that if I ever make it back to Kenya, I will *not* be stepping lightly, since Sheba's cousins are over there hiding under the sand.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCYXXFtqUdsD6c8YdgoujxiDu5piZHuAYvvt7gENk6RvWbxI-prFm30tfQJ9LIxBD-Yk-8lYJTtEHvM9AgmcxW1KRmg40cpB7wDxyFByVso_ndppCZ81UTGzLFT1FtlP-_t7nuxu_LX0/s1600/sheba2a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613077476986204306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCYXXFtqUdsD6c8YdgoujxiDu5piZHuAYvvt7gENk6RvWbxI-prFm30tfQJ9LIxBD-Yk-8lYJTtEHvM9AgmcxW1KRmg40cpB7wDxyFByVso_ndppCZ81UTGzLFT1FtlP-_t7nuxu_LX0/s320/sheba2a.jpg" /></a> Sheba has a variety of Sesame-Street talents, including illustrating a sideways letter "L"....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGAcS1oRbWeBFCPv2uWGs6dLIE2YWhe0BN7cciXZK8NpuAqzqW_Ia2Gu2pEHiV1wLBjkmWQyjJQ_hKTUfvuswONy0UhkJdn8hQe24q0YFTaa1cfbJIRZH5SflbURa1qfczbn4jXmBXg0/s1600/sheba2b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613077471175392402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGAcS1oRbWeBFCPv2uWGs6dLIE2YWhe0BN7cciXZK8NpuAqzqW_Ia2Gu2pEHiV1wLBjkmWQyjJQ_hKTUfvuswONy0UhkJdn8hQe24q0YFTaa1cfbJIRZH5SflbURa1qfczbn4jXmBXg0/s320/sheba2b.jpg" /></a> And a backwards letter "J",or possibly a number "One"....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Best of all is her impression of the magician Houdini and his disappearing act ....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcpr2HSROHTha9n4CX1SxCzPw3bfJvyaHO9E6tfIwv_bNkBFLdep5qgp4gqEcbLx2ZfqS4yVp-gYqRXv1adlrHWYr9EfHBLvEia-w68jVOMIweYq0HUtcLi0hzRIN3LRV51FLnvypaLY/s1600/sheba3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613077471604653842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcpr2HSROHTha9n4CX1SxCzPw3bfJvyaHO9E6tfIwv_bNkBFLdep5qgp4gqEcbLx2ZfqS4yVp-gYqRXv1adlrHWYr9EfHBLvEia-w68jVOMIweYq0HUtcLi0hzRIN3LRV51FLnvypaLY/s320/sheba3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOewzbVkuYspQMloXquReCT4zWt6KNobhLvWrPHuYNrbJ4G9pSc3jjxYkzGOtJnvvMB-SSc3hjTBWhR2GQKr7Zojw2tes0tTQAgMEXABpMpNnZjLIU6ImSGNglF7ezK-x45VBVLNZBdQ/s1600/sheba4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613076964325362610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOewzbVkuYspQMloXquReCT4zWt6KNobhLvWrPHuYNrbJ4G9pSc3jjxYkzGOtJnvvMB-SSc3hjTBWhR2GQKr7Zojw2tes0tTQAgMEXABpMpNnZjLIU6ImSGNglF7ezK-x45VBVLNZBdQ/s320/sheba4.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_6Nti8qB5f7gsqdUPY3EWpa3l-U0Kl_44zPnhITFnzeF5Yulq3KKBEFCk4r7okmXiQv2tq0kJLAjwLmuhKQsbRHb3lAU0APkxW8Go0aVAXFfHLvMHoD2H_G511cjvFSr7BQ1VUiefPU/s1600/sheba5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613076961468192898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_6Nti8qB5f7gsqdUPY3EWpa3l-U0Kl_44zPnhITFnzeF5Yulq3KKBEFCk4r7okmXiQv2tq0kJLAjwLmuhKQsbRHb3lAU0APkxW8Go0aVAXFfHLvMHoD2H_G511cjvFSr7BQ1VUiefPU/s320/sheba5.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkmXvps_m5ZdmVil4l3DATB2dnx_DfFlnd8Zw4v6Cn2i77cK_la63Wc8MjbOuDuwkZnrCtywfiCANZXXnMLHEPcEjtcM7RVllZ69IE4UZnIcaU6iiiP_Y_u_NpitihY4xinsf6z_M2YQ/s1600/sheba6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613076961578373186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkmXvps_m5ZdmVil4l3DATB2dnx_DfFlnd8Zw4v6Cn2i77cK_la63Wc8MjbOuDuwkZnrCtywfiCANZXXnMLHEPcEjtcM7RVllZ69IE4UZnIcaU6iiiP_Y_u_NpitihY4xinsf6z_M2YQ/s320/sheba6.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPu70HZXWe7imsKVt2T6ocSyb-OEcYwu-NLFEN0oAsr1mQcURgNxWbVVZyYsNSSf5P5kfDT8EiFyxePDKhagSe9xaEXOX4z720J3j9A1yR6RECXfWvFFMRVrCjMVl_A-VE-LAX18lqMZM/s1600/sheba7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613076959564430066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPu70HZXWe7imsKVt2T6ocSyb-OEcYwu-NLFEN0oAsr1mQcURgNxWbVVZyYsNSSf5P5kfDT8EiFyxePDKhagSe9xaEXOX4z720J3j9A1yR6RECXfWvFFMRVrCjMVl_A-VE-LAX18lqMZM/s320/sheba7.jpg" /></a>Takes all of three seconds for that. </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP62SFdABOWUfJe-12YpFQVw-czdV_4jkwBBaA4ASrn7tUm00qplD7NHPsEUPE6zP2EJmncIpyqrUA3kGIPd1kRBRPYL66MMxVUV8ouxaQ1ERWk6iM_HttiBelmM6ZyKxCDcd0m2VYL8Q/s1600/sheba8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613076955775520930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP62SFdABOWUfJe-12YpFQVw-czdV_4jkwBBaA4ASrn7tUm00qplD7NHPsEUPE6zP2EJmncIpyqrUA3kGIPd1kRBRPYL66MMxVUV8ouxaQ1ERWk6iM_HttiBelmM6ZyKxCDcd0m2VYL8Q/s320/sheba8.jpg" /></a> Leaving beautiful Zen drawings in her sand.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-5471213374866891822011-05-25T09:01:00.000-07:002011-05-25T10:25:44.589-07:00Day 281/365 In Memory of A Good Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlBwccGhBOIFdaKCp9FstDTRc7BAC8VVvvcRCe687FWa82rZ-tsClPUZjF1nWNMFzlYC93mRrTMM6Ve9F7n2QCEGnmUjxyin8ZMN0YzHFtmkbNo_DgfJLyR91eCcGwSsdAsgWn7Dw7kc/s1600/whiny1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610685525795827186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlBwccGhBOIFdaKCp9FstDTRc7BAC8VVvvcRCe687FWa82rZ-tsClPUZjF1nWNMFzlYC93mRrTMM6Ve9F7n2QCEGnmUjxyin8ZMN0YzHFtmkbNo_DgfJLyR91eCcGwSsdAsgWn7Dw7kc/s320/whiny1.jpg" /></a>Whiny Muncy passed away this morning, May 25, 2011, at 10:25 am, at the age of twelve and one-half years. He spent his last evening sitting with his mama then waited through the night, until she could sit with him again this morning.<br /><br />Although he earned his name as a pup, as an adult dog, he was always easy-going, ever-affectionate and loving, and loved nothing better than to sit in the nearest lap. He was the proverbial "good dog", and any pup would be proud to live up to his standards.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKseP2Z8x8i8iRUcUqlbtfiWoBfmYc9t3bhNSYb8DhQhXlMYEfP3Rf4sVQpqMuBQkJnQ_qEdWNlgAjxhKcM2tpRhHKaQ-3dF-jf9w9CcrPE8u5fgldjthWm2dI_go8eXt7pysopf9rL4/s1600/whiny2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610685527158605858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKseP2Z8x8i8iRUcUqlbtfiWoBfmYc9t3bhNSYb8DhQhXlMYEfP3Rf4sVQpqMuBQkJnQ_qEdWNlgAjxhKcM2tpRhHKaQ-3dF-jf9w9CcrPE8u5fgldjthWm2dI_go8eXt7pysopf9rL4/s320/whiny2.jpg" /></a>Whiny was the son of Millicent (Millie) Magruder Muncy and Maximillan (Max)MacGregor Muncy. He was one of three pups, with two litter brothers, Lucky and Shy (of West Virginia), and one younger adopted brother, Chewy.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Whiny was preceded in death by both his mother, Millie (May 2009)and his brother, Lucky (May 2010). </div><br /><br /><br /><div>His mother and father were both Missouri puppy mill survivors. As a result, Millie had numerous emotional and physical issues resulting from her treatment as a puppy. Many of those health issues were passed to her litter.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Whiny now joins his mother and brother sleeping with the butterflies, leaving a huge hole in both his human and his fur family.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVa3_iprDS8EWJgLOsMiO8CQx4elLEwn5Iw8oh1N5rPGsyvJBKHw31rxQMiMxOc8ORAqUY4DMbb9fNwwpzIx3GKh9rJCexpfze2tj8Dg9Oec2Nehub49G-C7F2vayTgUzyu0KNeGoSnCU/s1600/whiny3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610685522109962754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVa3_iprDS8EWJgLOsMiO8CQx4elLEwn5Iw8oh1N5rPGsyvJBKHw31rxQMiMxOc8ORAqUY4DMbb9fNwwpzIx3GKh9rJCexpfze2tj8Dg9Oec2Nehub49G-C7F2vayTgUzyu0KNeGoSnCU/s320/whiny3.jpg" /></a> Whiny Muncy<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">November 11, 1998 - May 25,2010 </div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-13713466580853948792011-05-18T19:03:00.001-07:002011-05-19T10:34:21.145-07:00Day 280/365 Of Black Dogs and Lobsters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NmHiDyZmrebRIY2XTvqJlu-Xpul48thkaiWM3xZF7Qo_orwOQhgKLBL6aUN6IEuhkYSjKlcHBrumhvQ5gNZdrw-J3lNhW_9477txZKErGeAac-gKrxARl_ziWveK__GYUY26i97tns8/s1600/3131b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608245402546413522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NmHiDyZmrebRIY2XTvqJlu-Xpul48thkaiWM3xZF7Qo_orwOQhgKLBL6aUN6IEuhkYSjKlcHBrumhvQ5gNZdrw-J3lNhW_9477txZKErGeAac-gKrxARl_ziWveK__GYUY26i97tns8/s320/3131b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>While it seems like every weekend we trot off to an incredible yard sale... like the one belonging to the Leopard Lady...(where every surface imaginable, in every room, in addition to every item, was covered in leopard print...I kid you not)...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>There are the occasional weekends where there are no sales....and we are sad and desperate.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZJeZUyPnA8daSX2HHFfOAH6jeIa0cisIqpkXd8G-s93pipziBid0MW9tGttad9nhoTMo7OxtPjPJzce3TYhMAn1ho6ho0IJ-i7eHZSxzrsYOz6tT9d0GHZn5r4cM1XWWIVOpsLLGyyw/s1600/DSCF0121.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244491452774962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZJeZUyPnA8daSX2HHFfOAH6jeIa0cisIqpkXd8G-s93pipziBid0MW9tGttad9nhoTMo7OxtPjPJzce3TYhMAn1ho6ho0IJ-i7eHZSxzrsYOz6tT9d0GHZn5r4cM1XWWIVOpsLLGyyw/s320/DSCF0121.jpg" /></a> Those weekends we turn to the Golden Ox...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxyuh2oC8lhjLke41TZQP-mlXJ_LENpEV4EQ90TWeuAghvAOeyb_60zX7qGXYtaasRKctAn-B6-qyOJlCDK7q0xY8No3cPT6L5Ato8ge1IPb6i38IV4hGGK0AwVVnW6imOKWQ2yaOrLQ/s1600/DSCF0118.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244092072977346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxyuh2oC8lhjLke41TZQP-mlXJ_LENpEV4EQ90TWeuAghvAOeyb_60zX7qGXYtaasRKctAn-B6-qyOJlCDK7q0xY8No3cPT6L5Ato8ge1IPb6i38IV4hGGK0AwVVnW6imOKWQ2yaOrLQ/s320/DSCF0118.jpg" /></a> Herman the German....<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmrwVP_Tm69LgN_rMihYaZvoetzmBUqp-3J5xtBRIEIU02zFM5ClnZXr7d0nPkR3joeF-vGBGg5tVVO6MStjnJAb8t7-dtvRFRsHYw8IVW7N_lAJWf8owr-Q-KUy9fDLeuy3eEIfcL4Y/s1600/DSCF0117.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244091734575346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmrwVP_Tm69LgN_rMihYaZvoetzmBUqp-3J5xtBRIEIU02zFM5ClnZXr7d0nPkR3joeF-vGBGg5tVVO6MStjnJAb8t7-dtvRFRsHYw8IVW7N_lAJWf8owr-Q-KUy9fDLeuy3eEIfcL4Y/s320/DSCF0117.jpg" /></a> Black Dog Salvage.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>One of those places that must be seen to be believed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtZNprYrVKzp8tJNpOvIGZzq1rkInwqkdXkLLG_KzJwNP8F6OK2g7wUCf92ioRC_Mk46X5y0p8XQVkS4UPu-b7R964DqbB5M0H9LToPm2Us4jlxaTOrzpeiixkUYjoBTEdvHozzjHWn0/s1600/DSCF0111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244087523251634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtZNprYrVKzp8tJNpOvIGZzq1rkInwqkdXkLLG_KzJwNP8F6OK2g7wUCf92ioRC_Mk46X5y0p8XQVkS4UPu-b7R964DqbB5M0H9LToPm2Us4jlxaTOrzpeiixkUYjoBTEdvHozzjHWn0/s320/DSCF0111.jpg" /></a> Deep in its depths, anything can be found.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGF2WlGyHd5ShM0Ghlu_EBO_C32dqr4qz4mzqXB0HFnjlYD_PKgITy05ykcNHUwla0aV4O4cq5OJSpfqZ49dA6SGgc18LcJ-HqqPnImyQXNt6l-G3D0JA5bTMFnNHmbwSSa8gPr6N-Wo/s1600/DSCF0113.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244078932824082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGF2WlGyHd5ShM0Ghlu_EBO_C32dqr4qz4mzqXB0HFnjlYD_PKgITy05ykcNHUwla0aV4O4cq5OJSpfqZ49dA6SGgc18LcJ-HqqPnImyQXNt6l-G3D0JA5bTMFnNHmbwSSa8gPr6N-Wo/s320/DSCF0113.jpg" /></a> Architectural salvage like these wooden columns off some demolished Southern mansion that has lost it's Scarlett...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDohlp-bAxHQkzccLhtB5Aepd7RzZa_xmsdLw9BCj2ApqxsfoQ9oKt1X20ETAlXUI1_Vl32iKyDauCXDBkwa0ESJWYiUDNwYfTFzTXjRCI5hkk4qkvGD3zwCbvBUQXbxA58Nqc0xv7SUQ/s1600/DSCF0099.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244076158139954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDohlp-bAxHQkzccLhtB5Aepd7RzZa_xmsdLw9BCj2ApqxsfoQ9oKt1X20ETAlXUI1_Vl32iKyDauCXDBkwa0ESJWYiUDNwYfTFzTXjRCI5hkk4qkvGD3zwCbvBUQXbxA58Nqc0xv7SUQ/s320/DSCF0099.jpg" /></a> Orphan fireplace mantles circa 1870, 1900, 1920, 1930 - pick your decade, they're all lined up, waiting for stockings to be hung with care.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5FAHLNkCX2w8y1vwXEXDlhdjPz-DBmSTlwEcvIJ9nUSm3bkWPeh6uPxGm5agQr9KgeUPtu-RREKjakyir8R5_7GShrETjQPkDmwDaCJkwZogN8z9VFVJUYaVklDbBarLdCBJvA-LOfU/s1600/DSCF0107.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243285379934658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5FAHLNkCX2w8y1vwXEXDlhdjPz-DBmSTlwEcvIJ9nUSm3bkWPeh6uPxGm5agQr9KgeUPtu-RREKjakyir8R5_7GShrETjQPkDmwDaCJkwZogN8z9VFVJUYaVklDbBarLdCBJvA-LOfU/s320/DSCF0107.jpg" /></a> Up a ramp, fountains and benches and herds of concrete animals wander inside rusted wrought iron fencing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvNPhyt1YyhRC23vsLIssXtPnJ7-P_Gkw3A0HP8RKL8dN9HSs5HNs0OlRp9Jmd7F4DB7TCzcV6emJLdKj8x2oFsPHESzscu_iJZFDppBxOUCoKox5j-k4VogQGq9kNiAM_BNmvFjjRsg/s1600/DSCF0101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243274193012930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvNPhyt1YyhRC23vsLIssXtPnJ7-P_Gkw3A0HP8RKL8dN9HSs5HNs0OlRp9Jmd7F4DB7TCzcV6emJLdKj8x2oFsPHESzscu_iJZFDppBxOUCoKox5j-k4VogQGq9kNiAM_BNmvFjjRsg/s320/DSCF0101.jpg" /></a> The centerpiece of the "stove room", which also has two early 1960s pop machines (that work).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OUpy22rQpiy457eMsUJ15-LP7NcyPwF9gfjH4I2Fy1AH-qw5Nh29gHr258CF0tIEhFX70FJ0EqBsUysG4IihQZMbB104c6NxdZTBFjla_UXpjpAD0JhcIPsA9FkPrBlXBdXLMWZFUZg/s1600/DSCF0102.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243276899925794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OUpy22rQpiy457eMsUJ15-LP7NcyPwF9gfjH4I2Fy1AH-qw5Nh29gHr258CF0tIEhFX70FJ0EqBsUysG4IihQZMbB104c6NxdZTBFjla_UXpjpAD0JhcIPsA9FkPrBlXBdXLMWZFUZg/s320/DSCF0102.jpg" /></a> You can even buy luggage, in case you want to travel a vaudeville circuit...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmok7JNxhYNoea59mSRXyZyW8iWBOwsLQ4zXwh7bT7SLKUAJzyqIWXnCbab_vl_Aer-TIOWRkXoFl-396ssRc4foC36LVn1OkWQ3Q5as18PJ9yRExb2woIRYfQ9oidSURgt9v8wxwYAg/s1600/DSCF0103.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243271989072434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmok7JNxhYNoea59mSRXyZyW8iWBOwsLQ4zXwh7bT7SLKUAJzyqIWXnCbab_vl_Aer-TIOWRkXoFl-396ssRc4foC36LVn1OkWQ3Q5as18PJ9yRExb2woIRYfQ9oidSURgt9v8wxwYAg/s320/DSCF0103.jpg" /></a> Or buy seating for your own theatre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-Z3CP5YbUzbAtJpyBHahVjnd8zlkBXNNMvIaPX5OgKYOt01XAs8MOpofkVl6OiMTIZJa4MkF4vXvFjBugMlZkvIUkcQ4P_PjRM4wJyVJDU8jLjwuK4t2BZZ5QHgoqkMyt1O9vSUP1CU/s1600/DSCF0100.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242847075166626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-Z3CP5YbUzbAtJpyBHahVjnd8zlkBXNNMvIaPX5OgKYOt01XAs8MOpofkVl6OiMTIZJa4MkF4vXvFjBugMlZkvIUkcQ4P_PjRM4wJyVJDU8jLjwuK4t2BZZ5QHgoqkMyt1O9vSUP1CU/s320/DSCF0100.jpg" /></a> Start your own business with a crank cash register.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi902IImJUScCFD2oZLn50UL8w2yLWz8u2sOdbxPJJMQAHjNexdJ-snF9yF2cNMzjKheYkBtKfAD7a8XRdC1Blrg6D8v6IHOrvGfZh-UKzwW89S3js0_PoWUDVTNeDSF9IMmp-K3Ahs8us/s1600/DSCF0098.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242839793277250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi902IImJUScCFD2oZLn50UL8w2yLWz8u2sOdbxPJJMQAHjNexdJ-snF9yF2cNMzjKheYkBtKfAD7a8XRdC1Blrg6D8v6IHOrvGfZh-UKzwW89S3js0_PoWUDVTNeDSF9IMmp-K3Ahs8us/s320/DSCF0098.jpg" /></a> Write another "dummies" book....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPiyn0lMwVGhgFWNUrcLopmtOBs3bYciUfCy9LLOY4eb0yfYoFcPKpPfZbq979E6-VJnw2cDPhaL_zk4SrQLc9-MwjYQLDd78TR11Sdxu-fP3p2Fcx7jgTlb0QrxsVLI18qcTReXnXTYs/s1600/DSCF0090.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242832888662322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPiyn0lMwVGhgFWNUrcLopmtOBs3bYciUfCy9LLOY4eb0yfYoFcPKpPfZbq979E6-VJnw2cDPhaL_zk4SrQLc9-MwjYQLDd78TR11Sdxu-fP3p2Fcx7jgTlb0QrxsVLI18qcTReXnXTYs/s320/DSCF0090.jpg" /></a> Meanwhile, this is the largest turn-of-the-century "ice box" I've ever seen - probably came out of an old country store.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWsG7kJ4FPXtgeECzEQi-ovfnOlYUt3K3Bggvj3OnPMCgiHLJvekQAACd7YkqMoYjf3QgpQ36yBer8Sd-nriyB9z60VH-_5uuHb4PjTeFAIGFEkFJ07gthPo_LLwVyPKXASEppJKcRfE/s1600/DSCF0091.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242832580127890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWsG7kJ4FPXtgeECzEQi-ovfnOlYUt3K3Bggvj3OnPMCgiHLJvekQAACd7YkqMoYjf3QgpQ36yBer8Sd-nriyB9z60VH-_5uuHb4PjTeFAIGFEkFJ07gthPo_LLwVyPKXASEppJKcRfE/s320/DSCF0091.jpg" /></a> The infamous stairway to heaven (I want this and the library that should go with it so badly).</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZ0ZPectKbcuXqaBx5n8PYhBNXZjCNAo_OMnc0vC-IkxQ0bQkWMist4h7EvlAZ3jN_mQgxOuMO1u5oau22E0fjVVbqr4mdqLYwyi8Z_F3fnLwpzEI-jbLPkk4o5nFdhKJk48V1-pompw/s1600/DSCF0093.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242827949586098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZ0ZPectKbcuXqaBx5n8PYhBNXZjCNAo_OMnc0vC-IkxQ0bQkWMist4h7EvlAZ3jN_mQgxOuMO1u5oau22E0fjVVbqr4mdqLYwyi8Z_F3fnLwpzEI-jbLPkk4o5nFdhKJk48V1-pompw/s320/DSCF0093.jpg" /></a> No decorating motif is complete without a 3' suspended metal lobster<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhni2yHiM2wl0vWbzdNDxUzT7ptu527FvbSaafQIIc4pDwtDgSFx-o6rLIVNq-P57p9jW_yJif659W4gcyIGT6Skqjle8HaZe_53q1m8hTIoTdIfPWgTjkEuvJVFLYtIh6IAwfbhR_xPQk/s1600/DSCF0094.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242541824961170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhni2yHiM2wl0vWbzdNDxUzT7ptu527FvbSaafQIIc4pDwtDgSFx-o6rLIVNq-P57p9jW_yJif659W4gcyIGT6Skqjle8HaZe_53q1m8hTIoTdIfPWgTjkEuvJVFLYtIh6IAwfbhR_xPQk/s320/DSCF0094.jpg" /></a> Or a mansion-sized palladian window.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryuMpfxjvqrvq6keTPabXCopTCPm_E418XASNMNFCOT9Imd9A7CULgDjFnrbe4kV_97_HgyYx3YSSpr_5KG5oUyfk3FszRJb4wl7r4Fbe8IrK4jRTehjVnlN49fzBQhiJ2F2euRN4RUw/s1600/DSCF0085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242540923328610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryuMpfxjvqrvq6keTPabXCopTCPm_E418XASNMNFCOT9Imd9A7CULgDjFnrbe4kV_97_HgyYx3YSSpr_5KG5oUyfk3FszRJb4wl7r4Fbe8IrK4jRTehjVnlN49fzBQhiJ2F2euRN4RUw/s320/DSCF0085.jpg" /></a> Along the back side, past the metal lobster, are the various vendor booths, right under the building-length skylights with the hanging stained glass windows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWYSlxhBilUkGmoIBLpxQFC1xZN5XfwEtpJzZOhHzJmQKkh8CqQrwMeg1IhavOOp8iLQNRoXYfPk3B0OeQnCfYLhFnoCAfwbs-zKl6Ua8XhtKPCt5Y4bZfHFsYiM2m4P7lNptFbsnSCc/s1600/DSCF0096.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242533911246786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWYSlxhBilUkGmoIBLpxQFC1xZN5XfwEtpJzZOhHzJmQKkh8CqQrwMeg1IhavOOp8iLQNRoXYfPk3B0OeQnCfYLhFnoCAfwbs-zKl6Ua8XhtKPCt5Y4bZfHFsYiM2m4P7lNptFbsnSCc/s320/DSCF0096.jpg" /></a> Someday, when my inventory grows up, I'd like a booth here, but my stock, at the moment, is too normal. I need quirky, unusual items.....like this stack of vintage books, dipped in wax.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIWJoLV8-w8ZWFyFx8YvE8jZlL7G-79N07ZHXQ_mX_2q5dy90A1gzVyhRbYCjN7VW7GGzdVdiaKM9u3ba0gJuY9NJOK-SFtUsHyXRMyanAabxJRVkDWeVMEEYlpUulpmMnnJzdQZFmG4/s1600/DSCF0097.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242528352738466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIWJoLV8-w8ZWFyFx8YvE8jZlL7G-79N07ZHXQ_mX_2q5dy90A1gzVyhRbYCjN7VW7GGzdVdiaKM9u3ba0gJuY9NJOK-SFtUsHyXRMyanAabxJRVkDWeVMEEYlpUulpmMnnJzdQZFmG4/s320/DSCF0097.jpg" /></a><br />There's no wick, so they aren't a candle, and frankly I'm not sure of the point, but well, there they are. Nothing like a wax covered 1808 dictionary.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYap3GqwlIbQ_wIDpV96vA638Sjz3fhoSA8Jj_q8EwCejPPUWZ0fhRB6IYQKPCoH9P9r6Pn57OoaNaQFIeK3CNWMeBG2nRxU-leHuCs1Vb7FaSbgsBl4XynpEJScV_TD5OasqaSO1Bws/s1600/DSCF0106.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242527153552802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYap3GqwlIbQ_wIDpV96vA638Sjz3fhoSA8Jj_q8EwCejPPUWZ0fhRB6IYQKPCoH9P9r6Pn57OoaNaQFIeK3CNWMeBG2nRxU-leHuCs1Vb7FaSbgsBl4XynpEJScV_TD5OasqaSO1Bws/s320/DSCF0106.jpg" /></a> And then I saw this sign in one of the stalls...and I was delighted...*he called?*...*really!?!?!?!*</div><br /><br /><br /><div>What to get, what to get........<br /><br /></div><br /><div>Metal lobsters or naked manakins?<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8gjB3uKIsrNIc832vGPGYQnVTiT49ga2_byEG-2C7_7zWeWpZJTMouOOZbZgOl79qugFJBhuolcIFtq7BdZ52InEVInToZrPwU-y4DLwKut_nueDzcLkWuAbOQJrbyOmFjfXT9jssj0/s1600/DSCF0120.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608252199747576642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8gjB3uKIsrNIc832vGPGYQnVTiT49ga2_byEG-2C7_7zWeWpZJTMouOOZbZgOl79qugFJBhuolcIFtq7BdZ52InEVInToZrPwU-y4DLwKut_nueDzcLkWuAbOQJrbyOmFjfXT9jssj0/s320/DSCF0120.jpg" /></a>Nah....Golden Ox. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Chewy will love it.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-55868010606726428292011-04-19T18:23:00.001-07:002011-04-19T19:18:56.384-07:00Day 279/365 Winning Streak<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6BJ91r4qXBpWiaCixXSq9wui8isRpt7aOSUP33XS5VH1Fds5hpmdXyuQwkrnXMDBqjm6MZzX8YIgEKfL5yx1sSmb97_1R30MiSvWGAoD_TFIvFQpSpyJi8T6IuKcMU1x0E_KKibwLeE/s1600/saleA.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471434687775490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6BJ91r4qXBpWiaCixXSq9wui8isRpt7aOSUP33XS5VH1Fds5hpmdXyuQwkrnXMDBqjm6MZzX8YIgEKfL5yx1sSmb97_1R30MiSvWGAoD_TFIvFQpSpyJi8T6IuKcMU1x0E_KKibwLeE/s320/saleA.jpg" /></a>Another weekend, another estate sale, another anonymous car with tinted windows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37qtgh-AuizcgKRzGbe2ogJ6mgK-_nFOWSTZAy2CUK-JYIaOsIXoOuODFpsu0l6BYfJkQDMdHhRtD4ucpL2efW6rNzwOX1E1cGp1eoAj8CwI8iCKFJAC_SYJ5eyUay5vFaelgXQ5EiP8/s1600/saleB.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471307512433746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37qtgh-AuizcgKRzGbe2ogJ6mgK-_nFOWSTZAy2CUK-JYIaOsIXoOuODFpsu0l6BYfJkQDMdHhRtD4ucpL2efW6rNzwOX1E1cGp1eoAj8CwI8iCKFJAC_SYJ5eyUay5vFaelgXQ5EiP8/s320/saleB.jpg" /></a> Until the doors are opened.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9YNLwy23fPPeXOsaftJHR1YEbZMG_MPv8g4QLfjTumUSYZX1R7UOlv3oh1uuV0IVduuWnXDh-cvLzLixc-TpXua7dpcvIx0GquclKSdlxFYAD2klL6Z8j0DG23XztoR_qnodQh9o5jU/s1600/salec.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471306321017538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9YNLwy23fPPeXOsaftJHR1YEbZMG_MPv8g4QLfjTumUSYZX1R7UOlv3oh1uuV0IVduuWnXDh-cvLzLixc-TpXua7dpcvIx0GquclKSdlxFYAD2klL6Z8j0DG23XztoR_qnodQh9o5jU/s320/salec.jpg" /></a> Every inch crammed full.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dxVpW3pbmrnpYavcuScHcaC0Rdj0H1aSkLYdomu0lclWvineYATo5UJRPnnVfRlELBy6XlE22FarwxkBm75VJZWRH0eVv2erP9GmhOmhpoqTOmdh1Zq3krTdJ9GLOSKU-HrKEJaupDw/s1600/saled.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471302375235314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dxVpW3pbmrnpYavcuScHcaC0Rdj0H1aSkLYdomu0lclWvineYATo5UJRPnnVfRlELBy6XlE22FarwxkBm75VJZWRH0eVv2erP9GmhOmhpoqTOmdh1Zq3krTdJ9GLOSKU-HrKEJaupDw/s320/saled.jpg" /></a> And an awesome trunk that is as magical as Mrs. Weasley's tent....capable of holding an amazing number of things.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3ccDMt8yVqgKQktneF2O8WS-uiFqjJH6S1V1MOEopERIKWTzAzXngbbTliQOppKILFs_CAASyZVViZAxpW76qkhD8cjum1dpPGAi_qRgZJrxIyhpj92-sXuZetjd7cNWLk8iqdqTBR8/s1600/salee.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471293285031362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3ccDMt8yVqgKQktneF2O8WS-uiFqjJH6S1V1MOEopERIKWTzAzXngbbTliQOppKILFs_CAASyZVViZAxpW76qkhD8cjum1dpPGAi_qRgZJrxIyhpj92-sXuZetjd7cNWLk8iqdqTBR8/s320/salee.jpg" /></a> A Turkish rug (a real one)...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_Z_cBr6d-dzAnc_t0soBFS146dRgsMUBKBE5Ta7I7HepF7a7FL875U_Cic4atYUl8ridrOFWObMqGjIVI4HiRQ6PpXcEGZ8MgJyg0_W0URh2jXZLUfbdtjbxY0L3Q3S-EV_yV-YMyCk/s1600/saleg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471061771179538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_Z_cBr6d-dzAnc_t0soBFS146dRgsMUBKBE5Ta7I7HepF7a7FL875U_Cic4atYUl8ridrOFWObMqGjIVI4HiRQ6PpXcEGZ8MgJyg0_W0URh2jXZLUfbdtjbxY0L3Q3S-EV_yV-YMyCk/s320/saleg.jpg" /></a> A turn of the century carpenter's trunk, complete with four sliding wooden trays and a tricky lock and key...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-l1CV4EUSNaE_hcxUu_yUVMvve0mzq65vPGQHwQo9fvEvAaQLAKoYVW46akxUrgxLPU5hSDyWxJkIrcGX9kjABQWMAtuxyo7dnPq481XBc3agCQvzE2uQ9uQv0GICk42npjB7gBnOlDI/s1600/saleh.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471049833737186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-l1CV4EUSNaE_hcxUu_yUVMvve0mzq65vPGQHwQo9fvEvAaQLAKoYVW46akxUrgxLPU5hSDyWxJkIrcGX9kjABQWMAtuxyo7dnPq481XBc3agCQvzE2uQ9uQv0GICk42npjB7gBnOlDI/s320/saleh.jpg" /></a> And a Windsor chair, a small pedestal table, a heavy duty handmade oak curio shelf....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2DFgYvGMH5t51W04O_m50S_VUsyqv9U6m6YsCTST_XoD_J-uYIT6ZBNJTNFxSngMZOgFq9ByuV3ihRn4cnZVvhskUiN1DdQJuHjqsNsYILyukSj-r015Z7XYi-4zN14jHB2p4g791Cw/s1600/salei.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471045056320690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2DFgYvGMH5t51W04O_m50S_VUsyqv9U6m6YsCTST_XoD_J-uYIT6ZBNJTNFxSngMZOgFq9ByuV3ihRn4cnZVvhskUiN1DdQJuHjqsNsYILyukSj-r015Z7XYi-4zN14jHB2p4g791Cw/s320/salei.jpg" /></a> A handmade tray (I'm planning on putting postcards in it)...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpCE1yhO2327Z99Y4FzITfb9I7NPRlqWddFbl0aJVkHmIbvUzzbyhu9kX5F2SYuVbDZO2ROoNMKmPef-Q15zTHnQtGpJCuwJ0aAxnIH7ZZqfj70R2PQDoO-I5BMR6xtihXk6R6iSMe8g/s1600/salej.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471040909229010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpCE1yhO2327Z99Y4FzITfb9I7NPRlqWddFbl0aJVkHmIbvUzzbyhu9kX5F2SYuVbDZO2ROoNMKmPef-Q15zTHnQtGpJCuwJ0aAxnIH7ZZqfj70R2PQDoO-I5BMR6xtihXk6R6iSMe8g/s320/salej.jpg" /></a> A handmade full size quilt top in Sunflower pattern, plus a twin size floral chenille spread...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTh5TA4mrxAo7xgIi6WQ9Vn5HvXBbtgLhfz4fYoAzYvViPKHYCJRpyW3R48PoSB72aJ6jDo6_ZbNRy2pjDyjxdni2UB093TH1Us50IOvVNZRcC7Pj5ocCIa0KvQCQAWpmc6ZiSuhf1TbA/s1600/salek.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471039949486562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTh5TA4mrxAo7xgIi6WQ9Vn5HvXBbtgLhfz4fYoAzYvViPKHYCJRpyW3R48PoSB72aJ6jDo6_ZbNRy2pjDyjxdni2UB093TH1Us50IOvVNZRcC7Pj5ocCIa0KvQCQAWpmc6ZiSuhf1TbA/s320/salek.jpg" /></a>An antique military souvenir scarf from Czechoslovakia, right next to the embroidered dresser runner...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjweIHn2nyGG2b2VGCHwVVC3dV7amcCiCv9XpwlzW2T6w2Rz-r0XvFC6plc4ynwhBjeZZMSyMdvOi4r7ieaHkgd1CKLees8JFDGBM1E9cTHNGkfKR3FWw5aohV1VhbTMWKxjxL-plCUnc/s1600/salel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470717215625106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjweIHn2nyGG2b2VGCHwVVC3dV7amcCiCv9XpwlzW2T6w2Rz-r0XvFC6plc4ynwhBjeZZMSyMdvOi4r7ieaHkgd1CKLees8JFDGBM1E9cTHNGkfKR3FWw5aohV1VhbTMWKxjxL-plCUnc/s320/salel.jpg" /></a> 1920's souvenir plates - one from Saratoga Springs, New York (during its heyday as a resort community)....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWpc-F1t3IVyy43f0-60jhyexgMAw8wic38r8MdNIAotssZTlObsGIazSOQDm7V5BQBVMG-VQufW9AkPw7LwvKjDrFf0n2ObB7RO91F9j3MUGLhqGIotySsvk5YcqfmzUPMEdaBz6jAM/s1600/salem.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470717115478066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWpc-F1t3IVyy43f0-60jhyexgMAw8wic38r8MdNIAotssZTlObsGIazSOQDm7V5BQBVMG-VQufW9AkPw7LwvKjDrFf0n2ObB7RO91F9j3MUGLhqGIotySsvk5YcqfmzUPMEdaBz6jAM/s320/salem.jpg" /></a> More linens...this time crocheted tablecloths and doilies....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbY4yNng5mBDfDW1l97DZZVICNVQ6b-BsbYHtETwYWRNL552kFoGVlNVZiqy6RJ0i4AOsgw8HReh6QUzl90IaN7C09KmZ_c99dI5uSIps2kuUVTkMbSOcdMhfZfn-Ui6UmsXsctXj0_pg/s1600/salen.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470709780833282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbY4yNng5mBDfDW1l97DZZVICNVQ6b-BsbYHtETwYWRNL552kFoGVlNVZiqy6RJ0i4AOsgw8HReh6QUzl90IaN7C09KmZ_c99dI5uSIps2kuUVTkMbSOcdMhfZfn-Ui6UmsXsctXj0_pg/s320/salen.jpg" /></a> The weirdest pair of lamps I've ever seen, and these will end up with their own blog post, because they have attachments that give them their name: spider lamps. More to come on that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJktHssnTmYX2BZspfQZvaa81entDdz7sg7cwyt9C-seb-qaKcHJATvL0zjWLqI6NBc_QObvo-KJwbMfqGfvRcd1TLhrEPaCqsYwRHqFryXatb9Ht8yNqi8MCSwxHBmnsYuCqqR6ySkvs/s1600/saleo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470707609250162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJktHssnTmYX2BZspfQZvaa81entDdz7sg7cwyt9C-seb-qaKcHJATvL0zjWLqI6NBc_QObvo-KJwbMfqGfvRcd1TLhrEPaCqsYwRHqFryXatb9Ht8yNqi8MCSwxHBmnsYuCqqR6ySkvs/s320/saleo.jpg" /></a> An unusual oil lamp, with a heavy brass base, sporting an odd blend of art nouveau and late 1800s European painted glass. Probably the sleeper of the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtngl3u76CTv-KM8iaPtXkBknXpwbqCbipzS7wyO4U67meSh-MmIh-YAcUJwUbn4A61xBZQzRQxTFs_qEEFe429jMzlneObFKAlI0otY6JOGbLRsnr_pKoxL-uw1yFN3SU8PqhzPjjyl0/s1600/salep.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470708840761234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtngl3u76CTv-KM8iaPtXkBknXpwbqCbipzS7wyO4U67meSh-MmIh-YAcUJwUbn4A61xBZQzRQxTFs_qEEFe429jMzlneObFKAlI0otY6JOGbLRsnr_pKoxL-uw1yFN3SU8PqhzPjjyl0/s320/salep.jpg" /></a> It's not old, but it's a beautiful print by an artist my daughter loves. And a great frame.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So, all in all, we're still batting 1000. Now I get to research and tag all this stuff, and move it over to the booth. Just in time for next weekend's sale. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-48986885645958291112011-04-11T18:46:00.000-07:002011-04-11T19:26:16.227-07:00Day 278/365 Gambling Pays OffSunday I decided to flirt with disaster and take the van to estate sales. For once Murphy's law took a vacation and we found one sale at 50% and the second at 70% off. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDRo_xpg9E_j-Y2JOBkjIRtiM_OUoyTaET143am4rbJAu4CeFIV4vy3yIxpCKz2e4NSEAMdcGzxkj7j9AqKs-uIenUvURZ0FSy1Sb2jZ-wvhiR9SDAck8bo1OkACE1UsusmOBZ4kLBco/s1600/DSCF0032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508555370137538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDRo_xpg9E_j-Y2JOBkjIRtiM_OUoyTaET143am4rbJAu4CeFIV4vy3yIxpCKz2e4NSEAMdcGzxkj7j9AqKs-uIenUvURZ0FSy1Sb2jZ-wvhiR9SDAck8bo1OkACE1UsusmOBZ4kLBco/s320/DSCF0032.jpg" /></a> Meaning this beautiful chest of drawers, cica 1920, is now in the booth. The doors open to reveal two drawers, and the mirror on top tilts. <br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dfEpeyYGIZo01eG-SDGJIA8X2XEzlxtPf_CGIaCL3jUNiRsVi2Fg51ZHOa4iOB4nRJ-m4FdTPGmyZtdZXHNZP-pMjYToyjRIj7-eXVPT_Cz_epy13_IWVARjXixWpdvqE-dX7j5ts54/s1600/DSCF0034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508556132994482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dfEpeyYGIZo01eG-SDGJIA8X2XEzlxtPf_CGIaCL3jUNiRsVi2Fg51ZHOa4iOB4nRJ-m4FdTPGmyZtdZXHNZP-pMjYToyjRIj7-eXVPT_Cz_epy13_IWVARjXixWpdvqE-dX7j5ts54/s320/DSCF0034.jpg" /></a> <br /><p>The 70% off sale yielded this gorgeous 1900 Art Nouveau dresser - intricately carved details, massive, heavy - this one almost ended up at home in the permanent collection.</p>Both of these dressers literally went in the van, and straight to the booth, with only a loving coat of orange oil applied to freshen them up. <br /><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yu0uI9NjqaglsS9w8_UpOXoilo-l4KKT7jfCdWoukD9YfAIYxJGz8hSJty_qNFsK3l6FsNiXUVjVoWgLOs3EiEdGWWNNR0MYkBSePc596ESc11lJGigAnvir4hJd1H3dW7rS0hK8-S0/s1600/DSCF0033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508561745801330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yu0uI9NjqaglsS9w8_UpOXoilo-l4KKT7jfCdWoukD9YfAIYxJGz8hSJty_qNFsK3l6FsNiXUVjVoWgLOs3EiEdGWWNNR0MYkBSePc596ESc11lJGigAnvir4hJd1H3dW7rS0hK8-S0/s320/DSCF0033.jpg" /></a> We also took this little half moon table from last weekend's sale - also from the 1920s, it came from a sale where the most prized possession of the owner was an autographed campaign poster of G.W. Bush, Jr. Displayed prominently on opening day, it was still there at lock-up on closing day. Didn't even move at 50% off. And we're in Republican country. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gZpsKRaRDdPzSpxR-H8O6Xm5ACIJY5px9I3fv0V_DVE8gD6UEH-qjrvGwd2jMY8CIa_3Nh4YqEgYrDCJzD2PSX2Lg3IlYehn1FBo4Y4ZJO2b1dDmifMXLWOmiTS_qMjkQvkuhlwTkbM/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508565540629442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gZpsKRaRDdPzSpxR-H8O6Xm5ACIJY5px9I3fv0V_DVE8gD6UEH-qjrvGwd2jMY8CIa_3Nh4YqEgYrDCJzD2PSX2Lg3IlYehn1FBo4Y4ZJO2b1dDmifMXLWOmiTS_qMjkQvkuhlwTkbM/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" /></a> </div>Sometimes though, the treasure comes in pieces and needs a little more than orange oil. <br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8oF4Lx7VNatKFIpvJQtg_PkX-eiDP4BFFMIaoYfdRKO2OuuWJquYDEMCC8miVYCm_zP-k9XdG7tX2mVtId72iQSGI1TkLCIkvr3mCWY5yAlkZQhFKPm8aXsbYO9KhI6MeZ7ApQlJFeE/s1600/IMG_1907.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508575983511170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8oF4Lx7VNatKFIpvJQtg_PkX-eiDP4BFFMIaoYfdRKO2OuuWJquYDEMCC8miVYCm_zP-k9XdG7tX2mVtId72iQSGI1TkLCIkvr3mCWY5yAlkZQhFKPm8aXsbYO9KhI6MeZ7ApQlJFeE/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" /></a> </div>Even when it has feet with golden claws. <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xAFdfb2bfz4oeb6pgSN5_T8KoiZHIfHo0CNwGhrFjvQUrUF1QDGlsAwOhnC2QjXYQkScabE1k5pP7m-2c1BiAp_bZgxDNAtPM2Hoo2wwSv76LsBQ6qczb06-kr26OU8TDpwBsRErA0A/s1600/IMG_1906.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508810281128578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xAFdfb2bfz4oeb6pgSN5_T8KoiZHIfHo0CNwGhrFjvQUrUF1QDGlsAwOhnC2QjXYQkScabE1k5pP7m-2c1BiAp_bZgxDNAtPM2Hoo2wwSv76LsBQ6qczb06-kr26OU8TDpwBsRErA0A/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" /></a> </div>Sometimes the pieces need to be put back together. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPoP_12At4Hl56-jyvRvIW5WITuUP0x3-LSz9vc71iVkOuMF1t0uL4jYtcRqrX6US6U-yWFdolSnjb3fIiFo99skIjiYBTGFRcOT-S0fUyeZf5ilhVmybY4nC7ovbamUEN5EUmdoHdNk/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508821433226450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPoP_12At4Hl56-jyvRvIW5WITuUP0x3-LSz9vc71iVkOuMF1t0uL4jYtcRqrX6US6U-yWFdolSnjb3fIiFo99skIjiYBTGFRcOT-S0fUyeZf5ilhVmybY4nC7ovbamUEN5EUmdoHdNk/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" /></a> And there's a possibility that the missing piece needs to be cut out of completely new wood, so that the top and legs can be reunited and make a happy table once again.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of course, because we took the van, we had plenty of room for the 40" framed collection of early 1900's photos of twins.... but that's another post.</div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-52043376335917497102011-03-30T14:21:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:46:43.771-07:00Day 277/365 PuzzleEvery Friday and/or Saturday morning, we start out for a round of estate sales and yard sales. The eternal question is "do we take the van or the car?" Translation: Do we want to take out a loan to fill the tank (as of today $120.75 for one tankful) or do we want to gamble on being able to fit whatever we buy into the four door sedan? <br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWU8W_E1Y3cP4B_c2Wv2wPIk3DvkgoovxZIWrcgLY07bqw09J6C-ZwzKcK6U3weToSfpE0vcw_IYC51pg7lEb3rCpR4ICXoNKwR4BBeQGapk1WqdaDH71rjs29OFvdZJH5A6xX1UTBBy4/s1600/carA.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987571568756706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWU8W_E1Y3cP4B_c2Wv2wPIk3DvkgoovxZIWrcgLY07bqw09J6C-ZwzKcK6U3weToSfpE0vcw_IYC51pg7lEb3rCpR4ICXoNKwR4BBeQGapk1WqdaDH71rjs29OFvdZJH5A6xX1UTBBy4/s320/carA.jpg" /></a> Last weekend we took the car (currently costing $62.10 to fill). It is an impressive little vehicle.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwkkrWQAQPiooHnFtsWKe2yPdr1OVOwUiUFndf3jcWueXiN4vbCgF-ymGxCMTvLEsZaik_aPcoQTEqIyo8_pBMCWba2BQwuiz9z8uTfZPwzv5mOpT5LBSUGtyJkyltklTHtWm75skLA4/s1600/carb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987569690019410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwkkrWQAQPiooHnFtsWKe2yPdr1OVOwUiUFndf3jcWueXiN4vbCgF-ymGxCMTvLEsZaik_aPcoQTEqIyo8_pBMCWba2BQwuiz9z8uTfZPwzv5mOpT5LBSUGtyJkyltklTHtWm75skLA4/s320/carb.jpg" /></a> The trunk holds all the safety flares, tire inflators, jumper cables, took kits and emergency equipment this mother requires her daughter to carry *PLUS* a cooler bag, 2 -40 lb bags of cat litter (still early spring here, with possibility of glare ice), a 1930's bedside lamp, large retro lamp shade, a vintage brass night light with small shade, a 1940's pie plate, a white 1930's iris ceramic vase, cookbook (for me) called Le Bouche Creole, a small chalkware planter, and a folding mahogany table with drawer on four carved legs. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmKAEhrpssVlTU3Ov_S4s4m9zaQJ_aMR2mgL1Ouc3MO0w7Zv4ZhLrWNwkf3yBoqzxeE1SiglhJp1MlJaSK53X8w2JJWyKKHrrgBiPBrXqHMXLYAeVBNIAuM2Se6Uri4pT0t6lRnCWA8c/s1600/carc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987565856301474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmKAEhrpssVlTU3Ov_S4s4m9zaQJ_aMR2mgL1Ouc3MO0w7Zv4ZhLrWNwkf3yBoqzxeE1SiglhJp1MlJaSK53X8w2JJWyKKHrrgBiPBrXqHMXLYAeVBNIAuM2Se6Uri4pT0t6lRnCWA8c/s320/carc.jpg" /></a>Meanwhile the back seat holds a full-size repro coffee table and an electrified hurricane lamp (wrapped in my sweater).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmT1Kkh6dhUDyQ-pKj1NVog2_4Htt5HUepKPYCVLZIo-amzIzK_iZyQcZW6SHfIdUCtsvBa9HUNLgBZb275A1hB5ZTqrhxEjl0v0xtviElRNZtJEots9yLsw_IaQn2re1pwRMhJCtyYU/s1600/card.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987559344426930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmT1Kkh6dhUDyQ-pKj1NVog2_4Htt5HUepKPYCVLZIo-amzIzK_iZyQcZW6SHfIdUCtsvBa9HUNLgBZb275A1hB5ZTqrhxEjl0v0xtviElRNZtJEots9yLsw_IaQn2re1pwRMhJCtyYU/s320/card.jpg" /></a>Floor of back seat holds four commemorative plates, stuck in between books because (once again) I forgot to put newspaper and bubble wrap back in the car for transporting, as well as a large heavy lamp (the one that goes with the shade in the trunk).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcmBQTcoOSo1S3uyTHwTCqC65__OFOqXct8iusi7e-IfVwkECgXw0S02TPnEcg5QezYR-_HwkIgBHTBOKhpTyNH7xGbtLGiSPCgmpJqzQ5V7YSUXoVmKOWIhyphenhyphen4LcIuAMJla8dnF6HOAE/s1600/care.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987182729923698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcmBQTcoOSo1S3uyTHwTCqC65__OFOqXct8iusi7e-IfVwkECgXw0S02TPnEcg5QezYR-_HwkIgBHTBOKhpTyNH7xGbtLGiSPCgmpJqzQ5V7YSUXoVmKOWIhyphenhyphen4LcIuAMJla8dnF6HOAE/s320/care.jpg" /></a> All made it home safely.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDxVAATza-eunH9AlTCkqJBMi2UG1Wx6QQJVR0uCtVmMd9iqhQFhvE5ZxTf7_db9l-zauU6gODJ312PvqetXTk9h71XX-QtMafJDkJq1YTN7fcuxMAJKOuZ9vr-zwvxJfS1vcMvLQUpQ/s1600/carf.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987176394494466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDxVAATza-eunH9AlTCkqJBMi2UG1Wx6QQJVR0uCtVmMd9iqhQFhvE5ZxTf7_db9l-zauU6gODJ312PvqetXTk9h71XX-QtMafJDkJq1YTN7fcuxMAJKOuZ9vr-zwvxJfS1vcMvLQUpQ/s320/carf.jpg" /></a>Even the white iris vase. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFHBWsOnYDyqLxhl-gwvIOxScyFs0wdWIqjm-Pr7v6sqkBCH347kIw24ACa_OSNsvMDoADFcTbeHVboIL2fWSPj7pMwtjam4W3wGO75qx2Ohfe7TxDK8pOqcU5FFGcGjNT-AawUr6BVo/s1600/carg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987162837298034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFHBWsOnYDyqLxhl-gwvIOxScyFs0wdWIqjm-Pr7v6sqkBCH347kIw24ACa_OSNsvMDoADFcTbeHVboIL2fWSPj7pMwtjam4W3wGO75qx2Ohfe7TxDK8pOqcU5FFGcGjNT-AawUr6BVo/s320/carg.jpg" /></a>Oh - forgot the framed woodland print, circa 1930's. Can't remember where it ended up - probably behind the kitty litter.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4FAyUfe2mhb-I87xkkJ3rixjr_xxq9xUvUMUKh2BqDRs5WkEYZ1SNuAn0ZUxYXa1bsyehf1PGpQrvM2I8VG9p6SJZLIZlNZliBxRFtN1uZgc9bMeF-P2fFGZPK8R7D-DPkex3fNnkQM/s1600/carh.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987161083646450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4FAyUfe2mhb-I87xkkJ3rixjr_xxq9xUvUMUKh2BqDRs5WkEYZ1SNuAn0ZUxYXa1bsyehf1PGpQrvM2I8VG9p6SJZLIZlNZliBxRFtN1uZgc9bMeF-P2fFGZPK8R7D-DPkex3fNnkQM/s320/carh.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6eIaYXDvHhC7lI4KMlEhyphenhyphengFwx9J7GfqQ-sfbUKylS0ox9qLglgvIZdZA_zoybQ2Fwyj-zA5ThPTPTCdO3sq3Nr17rccp9vBWMSeFptvttQ_UKI4cAF0Vc1LaBidqniJR6Rqw90xBqw5I/s1600/cari.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589987156846371666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6eIaYXDvHhC7lI4KMlEhyphenhyphengFwx9J7GfqQ-sfbUKylS0ox9qLglgvIZdZA_zoybQ2Fwyj-zA5ThPTPTCdO3sq3Nr17rccp9vBWMSeFptvttQ_UKI4cAF0Vc1LaBidqniJR6Rqw90xBqw5I/s320/cari.jpg" /></a> And after estate sales, we even had room to stop and pick up a treat for Sherlock the grandsnake......Frozen Fuzzies! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Murphy's Law for estate sales: If you take the van, you'll find nothing worthwhile. If you take the car, the estate sales will be loaded with antiques worth millions, each priced at $1.00. </div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-26578095530091073172011-03-10T18:21:00.001-08:002011-03-10T19:30:12.541-08:00Day 276/365 Necessary DistractionsMy mother is the daughter of a sharecropper. She grew up in the heart of Appalachian poverty, stuffing newspaper into the walls to keep in the woodstove heat, and wearing dresses out of flour sacks. With that upbringing, she had no real understanding or interest in antiques or "old stuff".<br /><br />So, it was a friend of hers that took me to my first auction forty-one years ago when I was fourteen (I'll wait while you do the math). I fell in love with the entire idea of owning pieces of history and started buying everything from American Primitive and antique cameras to vintage jewelry and 1930s chinaware.<br /><br />Eventually my 930 pieces of Blue Ridge dinnerware (plus Ebay) saw us through nine months of unemployment.And I started selling off storage bins full of collectibles. Twelve years later, I'm still selling,on both Ebay and Amazon, and I'm still buying.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTNA6_6zd2pJOx4spfta9ivcf0vha4o_0X-qt8DFccF2duKxsFEIkCzhczx1W_7njMGabR0TAXIJNDRTKZksuD28Yx5Y3sp6ANyy9bbyz_2Fz9HAf62s6vB50f_EMgbPraVmMqTwOwyU/s1600/boothA1-2011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582645532753103586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTNA6_6zd2pJOx4spfta9ivcf0vha4o_0X-qt8DFccF2duKxsFEIkCzhczx1W_7njMGabR0TAXIJNDRTKZksuD28Yx5Y3sp6ANyy9bbyz_2Fz9HAf62s6vB50f_EMgbPraVmMqTwOwyU/s320/boothA1-2011.jpg" /></a><br />As of a couple months ago, I moved into selling in bricks-and-mortar antique malls, opening my first booth. My partner created the name <em>Three Graces</em>, and the inventory comes from both of us. She's the doll collector (I tore the heads off my Barbie's), and I'm the china and assorted memorabilia person. Only a couple vintage books made it here -I prefer to keep those online.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakTif6ycwDovoF6hVPrUSC0n9Uqf9Mocdm8m03f16XJFbS1udt460Gub6mhwIsRwXLIOQTP_FpEu0CBAcJeQWOiX2PpfL1Xlv8didAVCOJ4AZGzL5CtYS17HiDDSTH88nnLEDsv-av38/s1600/IMG_1846.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582645519586911474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakTif6ycwDovoF6hVPrUSC0n9Uqf9Mocdm8m03f16XJFbS1udt460Gub6mhwIsRwXLIOQTP_FpEu0CBAcJeQWOiX2PpfL1Xlv8didAVCOJ4AZGzL5CtYS17HiDDSTH88nnLEDsv-av38/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" /></a>Then last weekend, I opened a second booth, about 30 miles away (and across a couple mountains, so it's further than it sounds). This was the opening set-up with everything that fit into the van and a trailer. That's an unused 1950s Lane cedar chest in a fruitwood finish, complete with the original promotional paper that came with it. </p><p>The tablecloths laying the cedar chest were hand-crocheted by my mother, out of fishing net, while she sat on the shores of Lake Bangwelu in Zambia in the early 1970's. Are you asking "how can you sell those"? We have others. She spent a *lot* of time on the shore at Lake Bangwelu, and Lake Tangiyika, and the Zambezi River, waiting for my dad to finish with his students. Hours of tablecloths...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnvfpJfjusP5p5BDg67tQKlX-7tldPakkNYUqZ_5Es9zl-Y83yfPvHj_rgOgW9AAqMHqAeJD9VTWpkN9Y8UvBoqp5C7qd_fD9b5MaKzTrDZJILHagS9GxdUTeGQCB8l3F7EhJu9hGSJ0/s1600/IMG_1848.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582645525847683282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnvfpJfjusP5p5BDg67tQKlX-7tldPakkNYUqZ_5Es9zl-Y83yfPvHj_rgOgW9AAqMHqAeJD9VTWpkN9Y8UvBoqp5C7qd_fD9b5MaKzTrDZJILHagS9GxdUTeGQCB8l3F7EhJu9hGSJ0/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" /></a> The other side of the booth is retro 1949's and 1950's: boomerang tables, metal and ceramic lamps, rattan Eames style chair, and some 1980's Mickey. And lamps - I love vintage lamps. I have them all over my house: some 1950's, some 1940's, some 1930's. The lamps on the mantle are 1940's, the ones on the end tables are 1959 (I grew up with them - they were the first "new" lamps my mom and dad could afford to buy). All are newly re-wired, courtesy of my daughter,<br />who, hearing me say "oh, it needs new wiring" , stepped up and said "I'll figure it out." She nows re-wires all my lamps for me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUoIkYZMqu68CQJMI9e2yCcXK2lTf-KxntuSGrv-U8jD5mSrba-o5-hfpKzoNd7gKVD_BihscmBfvjxPKpKzE_fdDsNXn2B0TBWylBbTWKM-lbEUQpofIQttg00zM0dhZCrDycx2Mu8o/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582645524901185682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUoIkYZMqu68CQJMI9e2yCcXK2lTf-KxntuSGrv-U8jD5mSrba-o5-hfpKzoNd7gKVD_BihscmBfvjxPKpKzE_fdDsNXn2B0TBWylBbTWKM-lbEUQpofIQttg00zM0dhZCrDycx2Mu8o/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" /></a> Within 24 hours two large pieces had sold and so we had to round up another vanload and fill the empty spots (this is a good problem). They are difficult to see but to the left and right of the fireplace mantle sit solid oak colonades, each with it's own original oak column. We actually found these in the attic of our previous home in Minnesota, removed by original owner when they remodeled at the outbreak of World War II and became a boarding house for war brides. I had always hoped to put them back in their original places, but then the house was purchased by the college next door. They had no interest in restoration, so we brought the colonades and columns with us. </p><p>Eventually I'll run out of corners and storage areas to pull stock from, but it'll probably be awhile. Meanwhile, there's a couple estate sales tomorrow that I'm checking out....wish me luck.</p>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-58199266650570227442011-03-08T17:00:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:22:53.553-08:00Day 275/365 Mardi Gras Redux...Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNv1ywZzKKzr1gd4vPm5XEkZa69PySwxTdnFcPgchQ_oFzeiUUWS7OSuVOfPRUmmyRLilhXb9cWqyew-xZ3Ftzf-gfDv58O8kYXzytNy7oNsUWeJShNyDVw_HdV4Ye90RW_6NjGM8NUQV/s1600-h/mardi5.jpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532858213099474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNv1ywZzKKzr1gd4vPm5XEkZa69PySwxTdnFcPgchQ_oFzeiUUWS7OSuVOfPRUmmyRLilhXb9cWqyew-xZ3Ftzf-gfDv58O8kYXzytNy7oNsUWeJShNyDVw_HdV4Ye90RW_6NjGM8NUQV/s320/mardi5.jpg.jpg" /></a><br /><br />****I'm Back...and what better day than Fat Tuesday or Carnival, better known as Mardi Gras? Below is the 2009 Mardi Gras post, mostly because I've been snowed under both with massive change as well as tons of work - but really because I love that photo of the Purple Man Mask.... I really should be posting from The Big Easy..there is no fairness in life...Enjoy!********<br /><br />*Originally posted February 2009<br /><br />It's Carnival Time again! Mardi Gras actually started on Twelfth Night, January 6th, and runs full steam until Midnight on Fat Tuesday, this year February 24th.<br /><br />I credit my fairly laid-back social views to a lifetime of more-than-a-few Mardi Gras seasons. You can't grow up watching transvestites and grown men dancing in feathered costumes without being affected on some level.<br /><br />You also learn a certain amount of tolerance when your home is invaded by millions of people annually, usually for the last three or four days of Carnival (fortunately the visitors don't realize the parties actually string out for three to six weeks).<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKL1OFxy-zj-0_LnshqAf9w9O1wzeE4HSoTU7r-vn-PIHC_pfvoIApHNEfn7ZyT4tctunHoWCcp7-AlyRCsrYaFrPgoJCe6cSvvAYAahpt8-qSbcdUevUiUIz8vI1q4w-xjdtlePMCUpD/s1600-h/mardi2.jpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532857481012834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKL1OFxy-zj-0_LnshqAf9w9O1wzeE4HSoTU7r-vn-PIHC_pfvoIApHNEfn7ZyT4tctunHoWCcp7-AlyRCsrYaFrPgoJCe6cSvvAYAahpt8-qSbcdUevUiUIz8vI1q4w-xjdtlePMCUpD/s320/mardi2.jpg.jpg" /></a> Mardi Gras is famous for its parades, there's always several going on somewhere in the city. For instance today, February 19, there are three. Tomorrow there are five. Parades are full of huge, colorful floats, the most incredible, complex, outrageous floats you can imagine. Each float (and sometimes the whole parade) is sponsored by a krewe. Krewe can loosely translate into "club", and several have been around since the 1800's.</p><p>My own favorite krewes:</p><p>Krewe of Rex: This krewe picked the famous Mardi Gras colors of purple, gold and green, besides thinking of the idea of collectible Mardi Gras doubloons. The very first doubloons were thrown out in 1960, which just happens to be the first year I was deemed old enough to go to a parade.</p><p>Mardi Gras Indians: Traditionally the focal point for New Orleans Black Mardi Gras, now front and center, and famous for their intricate beaded costumes worth thousands of dollars. The "Indians" name was chosen to show the black respect for the native Indians of Louisiana, who would help slaves escape during ante-bellum days. You can also see the Indians parade on the Sunday closest to St. Joseph's Day, March 19 (this year March 22nd), in an afternoon parade that starts around Orleans and Bayou St. John, and goes who-knows-where-from-there. Like any other Mardi Gras Indian parade, the exact route is not designated, and twists and turns through the city.</p><p>Krewe of Proteus: Totally themed on Egyptian mythology, dates back to 1882, and the second oldest Krewe</p><p>Krewe of Thoth: Named for the Eyptian god of Wisdom (he invented science, arts and letters). To me, letters means the written word, or books. You know I had to love them. Dates to 1947, before my time.</p><p>Krewe of Okeanos: Okeanos is the Greek god of oceans and valleys -very important when your city is perched on the edge of the Gulf.</p><p>Krewe of Cleopatra: Founded during my college years in 1972, the first all-female Krewe in the Westbank.</p><p>Krewe of Iris: The oldest and biggest all-female krewe in New Orleans proper, originated in 1917, and parading since 1959.</p><p>And Chewy's favorite: </p><p>Krewe of Barkus: the only krewe by and for canines of all types.</p><p>The krewe names alone conjure up mystical events and mythological gods: Adonis, Argus,Zeus, Isis, Hermes, Aquila, Jason, Morpheus, Muses, Chaos, Centurions, Nemesis, Rhea, Ancient Druids, Excalibur, King Arthur & Merlin, Pegasus, Caesar, Sparta, Shangri0La, Pygmalion, Gladiators, Ponchatrain,and so many more.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL6HC0c6MJWUVqs00WJ85XJVS2PTFlidn_3sNOHujBOvnYQTg7JZs86-SQJrmZb5wBimtN8skz6MoK4TqKYRAvt-0jGD_5c3MA3dz12H-LEX_8wtniwcN_W_KHJyEN_TIAqijM_7A-aec/s1600-h/mardi4.jpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532854623455746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL6HC0c6MJWUVqs00WJ85XJVS2PTFlidn_3sNOHujBOvnYQTg7JZs86-SQJrmZb5wBimtN8skz6MoK4TqKYRAvt-0jGD_5c3MA3dz12H-LEX_8wtniwcN_W_KHJyEN_TIAqijM_7A-aec/s320/mardi4.jpg.jpg" /></a> Most krewes have their own royalty. This lovely lady is the 1959 Queen of the Krewe of Troubadours.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB7-XNt36UbeoB23WF7KtLqobJsUTSLqfcM0jTXVBnEa_V7-FmI4O8oKbw8g5FnnbEryRo8ZuBKhgVPtUoGtglF0lTook4t_QmRA0Lz5UCi-E4zrJQYmKZjpPjmp_KZ5LYB7GAuSxT3QY/s1600-h/mardi3.jpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532853605599794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB7-XNt36UbeoB23WF7KtLqobJsUTSLqfcM0jTXVBnEa_V7-FmI4O8oKbw8g5FnnbEryRo8ZuBKhgVPtUoGtglF0lTook4t_QmRA0Lz5UCi-E4zrJQYmKZjpPjmp_KZ5LYB7GAuSxT3QY/s320/mardi3.jpg.jpg" /></a>Traffic rolls to a stop in both the French Quarter and Uptown, as there is always a parade starting (or ending), and the floats line the sidestreets, waiting for their turn. Floats can be huge carrying hundreds (literally hundreds) of riders. In 1994, the Krewe of Orpheus set a record (at that time) with 700 riders on a single float.</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3HfC8kody9fSEJrPX-7eb1Lg8B6VUdFUUxc3TbziESJwlOaGr03VQqEIYM1DR9LgR5hObcZEZkGjR8YRH_feKqFc56KMSLL5Ngzx-o3zV4RxMalL13NEoCaRMWNaHgPMo1XiDlo2Ma8n/s1600-h/mardi1.jpg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532853346628466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3HfC8kody9fSEJrPX-7eb1Lg8B6VUdFUUxc3TbziESJwlOaGr03VQqEIYM1DR9LgR5hObcZEZkGjR8YRH_feKqFc56KMSLL5Ngzx-o3zV4RxMalL13NEoCaRMWNaHgPMo1XiDlo2Ma8n/s320/mardi1.jpg.jpg" /></a> The Krewe of Bacchus carries the various celebrity monarchs and is known for its elaborate floats (and its great souvenirs -thrown indiscriminately to the crowds who are shouting "THROW ME SOMETHING MISTER!")</p><p>Many people don't know that Mardi Gras was actually first celebrated in Mobile, Alabama -mostly because they were settled before New Orleans. Approximately 30 years later, New Orleans started in on its first Carnival, and proved to be much better than Mobile at partying, carrying on all night, producing the necessary strange and bizarre personages, and maintaining a live-and-let-live year-round spirit of total debachery.</p><p>Let The Good Times Roll!</p>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-75115094970291642682011-01-25T17:56:00.000-08:002011-01-31T11:42:03.980-08:00Day 274/365 HomesickBeing part of a Southern family means hearing incessantly about where the ancestors were from.<br /><br />As in, normal dinnertime conversation may center around great-great-granddad and whatever he did back in 1800.<br /><br />As if he is sitting at the dinner table with you, accompanied by every generation that preceded him.<br /><br />This peculiar practice is repeated a thousand fold if your family roots lie in Scotland.<br /><br />I have clear vibrant memories of watching my great-grandmother (a tiny bird-like woman, always dressed in Victorian black)eating her lunch and telling us stories of Scotland, as if she had been there the week before. She made sure we knew the brilliance of the green hills, how the thick fog rolled off the peaks, and how the sun broke through on the loch.<br /><br />She made sure it was regarded as our homeland, no matter how long our family had been in America, or who we had intermarried with.<br /><br />She made sure we knew which ancestor fought in which battle, and which chief led the clan from when to when, and what led to the removal of our clan's lands, and why. She made sure we knew the reason an old set of bagpipes sat in the corner of the closet under the steps, and why the the Fourth of July saw hundreds of tiny American flags in the front yard, intermixed with tiny Scottish flags.<br /><br />It wasn't until I was much older that I learned she heard all those stories from her father and mother, who heard them from their father and mother, all the way back to 1632, and the original emigrant, who was torn from his family and his mountains and sent off to the colonies as the ultimate punishment. His wife was thrown out of her home and branded, his children were bashed against walls until they were dead, and their home was burnt to the ground.<br /><br />Yet somehow, over time, the original imigrant made sure that the beauty of Scotland was what most important in family memory, rather than revenge. This was the reason for the dinnertime stories full of legends of the Children of the Mist, Rob Roy MacGregor, William Wallace, Robert Bruce and the many now-nameless Highland men who disappeared over those green mountains while fighting for Scotland's freedom from the Brits and their clan's very survival.<br /><br />After my great-grandmother passed on, the stories were then repeated by my great-aunt.<br /><br />Now I repeat them to my daughter. <br /><br />Someday she'll repeat them to her children.<br /><br />Just as if the ancestors were still sitting at the dinner table.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T1iz2HzFP5A" frameborder="0" width="425" type="text/html"></iframe>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-25215043719613485722010-12-26T12:35:00.000-08:002010-12-26T13:17:59.043-08:00Day 270/365 Oldest House in RichmondSo driving through Richmond the other day we stopped to look at this 18th century house and found this beautiful courtyard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUOTErRgy2RCKXV2ure49WPgxu7vd9gI0fgMKvhHRN5NDKVaL08gBQioyznJRTKLQLm3CgaOkFlhtw_tL-FPDiQSiEXFE5a-Vmv15nuTg1DcyCr1Igt3jDb-_dWhkcKkxml3dee4YLDc/s1600/PoeA1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093171230630338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUOTErRgy2RCKXV2ure49WPgxu7vd9gI0fgMKvhHRN5NDKVaL08gBQioyznJRTKLQLm3CgaOkFlhtw_tL-FPDiQSiEXFE5a-Vmv15nuTg1DcyCr1Igt3jDb-_dWhkcKkxml3dee4YLDc/s320/PoeA1.jpg" /></a></p><p>The little stone house came complete with window boxes, with ravens perched on the front...</p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UKTc4SgrO8Yrvw3wAu55XdvmHkI3B4UH3R2KY30zfKYFKdU8JFPkZ-yyxxn7t-wjMm6YU21MfQl8gJsUOx5PHKlPRuEmZx1EpI7fpd7J6cPGk86ZO7C5CujBoeuxmpeDxQir9U-CUK0/s1600/PoeB1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093032428237954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UKTc4SgrO8Yrvw3wAu55XdvmHkI3B4UH3R2KY30zfKYFKdU8JFPkZ-yyxxn7t-wjMm6YU21MfQl8gJsUOx5PHKlPRuEmZx1EpI7fpd7J6cPGk86ZO7C5CujBoeuxmpeDxQir9U-CUK0/s320/PoeB1.jpg" /></a> And dead flowers left laying in the courtyard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPsQ2JTZAY4L5UCepctiJ95-e7IXRUDmBDojEi-wIc9KGyJnjtRaYAV1S6IAmCGrrDC9XDc882ejKLDjZdJajbmaGod0pK6v88RYPVbuX1jzEhyphenhyphenwogTf9u1Y_0LIW3Pg36cS3xPe0yjI/s1600/PoeC1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093032159007842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPsQ2JTZAY4L5UCepctiJ95-e7IXRUDmBDojEi-wIc9KGyJnjtRaYAV1S6IAmCGrrDC9XDc882ejKLDjZdJajbmaGod0pK6v88RYPVbuX1jzEhyphenhyphenwogTf9u1Y_0LIW3Pg36cS3xPe0yjI/s320/PoeC1.jpg" /></a> </p><p>Know where we are yet? No?</p><p>Here's a hint:<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pGrnSp4qMUFzSpeGIPJZp2PWvQ2CaD5SYuelSp78rplntvKe4mPCz8t95JTK8EGEF6KHZul_4w9p2bAXHFkH6l9U4akvpAmLWiq9qIsmjwE_WGnK7xpEq_6Cs3jLdz6QjR0ywJVqzp8/s1600/PoeD1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093028293794978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pGrnSp4qMUFzSpeGIPJZp2PWvQ2CaD5SYuelSp78rplntvKe4mPCz8t95JTK8EGEF6KHZul_4w9p2bAXHFkH6l9U4akvpAmLWiq9qIsmjwE_WGnK7xpEq_6Cs3jLdz6QjR0ywJVqzp8/s320/PoeD1.jpg" /></a> </p><p><em><strong>"All that we see or seem..... Is but a dream within a dream."<br /></strong></em><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe9MGEZOo1gs1Cny4F4n7VCwu1sI2bWzdVMH7CFb4JTThp9YAgC4M-2ZrbrGvybQETLGWTh0RfKL9jWbzFfG0gdG9u3dJnHBqtjnxKIanojbccG_GcRQk3iKrRMtGtKdw9rh5tolnEXQ/s1600/PoeE1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093022862507618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe9MGEZOo1gs1Cny4F4n7VCwu1sI2bWzdVMH7CFb4JTThp9YAgC4M-2ZrbrGvybQETLGWTh0RfKL9jWbzFfG0gdG9u3dJnHBqtjnxKIanojbccG_GcRQk3iKrRMtGtKdw9rh5tolnEXQ/s320/PoeE1.jpg" /></a> Still no? It's the oldest house in Richmond, probably built in 1737 (read the sign)...more importantly eventually bequeathed to the Edgar Allen Poe Foundation and now home to the Poe Museum.<br /><br />Poe's foster family raised him in Richmond, and he last visited here two weeks before his untimely death at the age of 40 in 1849. Turns out, contrary to popular rumor, Edgar was <strong>not</strong> a drunkard - he actually had difficulty consuming much more than a half glass of wine, and that usually sent him to his bed with massive headaches. The exact circumstances of his death in Baltimore are still a mystery - he fell to his knees on a public sidewalk (in front of a tavern),<br />"in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance". His foster family refused to acknowledge him. His physician assumed custody and provided care. Edgar was never coherant long enough to explain what led to his condition, or why he was wearing clothes that did not belong to him. He died 5 days later.</p><p>After his death, an obituary appeared in a New York paper. It's opening line: <em>"Edgar Allan Poe is</em> <em>dead. He died in Baltimore the day before yesterday. This announcement will startle many, but few will be grieved by it."</em> The unauthorized obituary would be followed by an equally unauthorized biography by the same author. The author turned out to be Poe's chief critic, a man with a long-held grudge. Somehow he ended up being Poe's literary executor, and he viciously painted Poe as a depraved madman, addicted to alcohol and drugs, even producing forged letters and diaries. That image turned out to be great for sales of Poe's macabre stories.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7ovxbtLQ_aRXWlQMBqn0nwr0YaSFB9xsIbCm-Q4OUtiXAW9Syg7MLsqOBLqq6Q_9flg2_mXlY2sdasuVkWrwzX1J-xs-OTjRfq0asb-os3PEzyzywFbyZcGC6EGAi5OupmaHpPhCbaM/s1600/poeF1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093020911075330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7ovxbtLQ_aRXWlQMBqn0nwr0YaSFB9xsIbCm-Q4OUtiXAW9Syg7MLsqOBLqq6Q_9flg2_mXlY2sdasuVkWrwzX1J-xs-OTjRfq0asb-os3PEzyzywFbyZcGC6EGAi5OupmaHpPhCbaM/s320/poeF1.jpg" /></a> Except none of it was true.<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness. (</strong></em><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Edgar Allan Poe)</span></em></strong></p>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106300522833592737.post-88197725143857659532010-12-22T18:57:00.000-08:002010-12-22T19:57:43.103-08:00Day 269/365 Heavenly Road Trip<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfB1I213udotvZhmEBrEF0hwNxfiK6mHc4ukrePX9npEOQUgCEM873Ph0WzYoFuYM1sIYeulBicC8qNbt4juMeGhlRGNhz-BMcBOAv-PZtruo4BiOQY8CkZfeZ5TFA3DRawV7ydap2B7E/s1600/day5a.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553707117818960386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfB1I213udotvZhmEBrEF0hwNxfiK6mHc4ukrePX9npEOQUgCEM873Ph0WzYoFuYM1sIYeulBicC8qNbt4juMeGhlRGNhz-BMcBOAv-PZtruo4BiOQY8CkZfeZ5TFA3DRawV7ydap2B7E/s320/day5a.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a> The building known to most mortals as <em>The Library of Congress.</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNFhjq8jjAkdsKU5TZSjNCEXf5lcBgSiYQnvPC-MpjkBLYJfs2EF07G-uOX9dtC1ZgbyeIajOOhtmNzAHSvqGaYZkUjCZbGomfet9KlrE58GON6ehg9q6Jn1ukqkp5J_zsfiIg-yxsEU/s1600/day5c.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553709043914859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNFhjq8jjAkdsKU5TZSjNCEXf5lcBgSiYQnvPC-MpjkBLYJfs2EF07G-uOX9dtC1ZgbyeIajOOhtmNzAHSvqGaYZkUjCZbGomfet9KlrE58GON6ehg9q6Jn1ukqkp5J_zsfiIg-yxsEU/s320/day5c.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Known to me, a mere booklover and bookseller as H<em>eaven...</em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdAddd-nL5aMZMl3azN0q1qlcNzVKIvPAaOqB1eVHiDD7a9YwehnknL3SWre4XNJ25C9lW1v7kTt2T5j9SLfHGxv_IHQwLx4mqUKgVtLCMrYexEb1U2Y9wkIzgWHC_D57JC_HHv6ld_4/s1600/day5d.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553709042084257410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdAddd-nL5aMZMl3azN0q1qlcNzVKIvPAaOqB1eVHiDD7a9YwehnknL3SWre4XNJ25C9lW1v7kTt2T5j9SLfHGxv_IHQwLx4mqUKgVtLCMrYexEb1U2Y9wkIzgWHC_D57JC_HHv6ld_4/s320/day5d.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> Paradise...</em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2z9EeyEiX3NM0VgdJKWc4KVT-80oVwdEKjRCjIeGkFWEjwHcs9MSsnO5VxAAnteb1Be6z1QBb8tqDgZnV9zPvxuJaP2r_tAdeMeXtK-vJebG_Yvu5Ysf85IZK050WCKWT0gnAWQ5zFcE/s1600/day5e.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553709034486702578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2z9EeyEiX3NM0VgdJKWc4KVT-80oVwdEKjRCjIeGkFWEjwHcs9MSsnO5VxAAnteb1Be6z1QBb8tqDgZnV9zPvxuJaP2r_tAdeMeXtK-vJebG_Yvu5Ysf85IZK050WCKWT0gnAWQ5zFcE/s320/day5e.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Nirvana...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIw48ao3GILwMdXC6jurMiOIEHZXuyAgM6_IWIY9zJDSJtsoX5AKKb2ymT3NYEOU3-0XbHRWz-LghFDn0AteLrR5MfE9-G5InO7YuaU6Xo5HXy2uz5gzPUxfaXSKg2e3hmDOzoIpjr-U/s1600/day5f.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553709029229581170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIw48ao3GILwMdXC6jurMiOIEHZXuyAgM6_IWIY9zJDSJtsoX5AKKb2ymT3NYEOU3-0XbHRWz-LghFDn0AteLrR5MfE9-G5InO7YuaU6Xo5HXy2uz5gzPUxfaXSKg2e3hmDOzoIpjr-U/s320/day5f.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>The Emerald City, </em>so to speak.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__OuXW_cgOVqL6n9J_279_zDRB0Jq_uaXPgRgSiGza7w_EFhb8Sd4UXZIdDN1mwwHIEYgLu0Jj7AE_Sl2qOjcWSbAbrEsp8e_MdKs4GeRqydy8vCgy2iWrNAgYjtRSr1ApOhow48rbTU/s1600/day5g.jph.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553709024344849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__OuXW_cgOVqL6n9J_279_zDRB0Jq_uaXPgRgSiGza7w_EFhb8Sd4UXZIdDN1mwwHIEYgLu0Jj7AE_Sl2qOjcWSbAbrEsp8e_MdKs4GeRqydy8vCgy2iWrNAgYjtRSr1ApOhow48rbTU/s320/day5g.jph.jpg" border="0" /></a> Spent this afternoon there, at a special exhibition of <em>Thomas Jefferson's Library.</em> You know, the one Tom donated after the Brits burned our first Library of Congress in 1812, and again in 1814? I actually got to stand surrounded by<em> </em>the Jefferson books, all shelved inside enclosed climate-comtrolled glass bookcases, arranged in a circular seashell spiral pattern. In a wing of the Library of Congress. **Best freaking Christmas present ever**.</div><div></div><div><br />No photos allowed (hard on the books). Sorry. Also no touching allowed. Really sorry about that (more for me than you). Still, just being that close to Jefferson's books almost made me cry. They are the Holy Grail of books.</div><div></div><div><br />And the titles? Lots of French titles (Tom spoke fluent Francois. I do not.). As well as <em>A History of Mineral Waters, Microsope Made Easy </em>(publiished 1744), <em>History of the United Provinces </em>(that's us),<em> The Workes of Sir Thomas More, Franklin on Electricity </em>(yes, written by his friend Ben Frankin), <em>Natural History of Zoophytes, </em>and <em>Every Man His Own Gardener.</em></div><div></div><em></em></div><em></em><div></div><div><br />And approximately 3000 more.</div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0pSiYtTy-Ai2xhZSD-L8PkStTYwgn-mEZejwZixADxtkYSJVFW0tplzFa7GYeEAACD7bebltQ1aXVt-mRg1Ue9rFNa2wFQhLOK2RVpQQDRsBTvd1GDdbpK09UXBllV9B-mpcW33W4iY/s1600/day5b.jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553710393738273954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0pSiYtTy-Ai2xhZSD-L8PkStTYwgn-mEZejwZixADxtkYSJVFW0tplzFa7GYeEAACD7bebltQ1aXVt-mRg1Ue9rFNa2wFQhLOK2RVpQQDRsBTvd1GDdbpK09UXBllV9B-mpcW33W4iY/s320/day5b.jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a> While I couldn't take pictures of Tom's books, I did get this view from a secluded alcove in the Library. That's the Capitol, and way in the background the Washington Monument.</div><div></div><div><br>Enjoy....</div></div>Carole and Chewyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08911203901810934752noreply@blogger.com0