Over the weekend we went to an estate sale. As I’ve mentioned before we are not the ones to wake up at the crack of dawn to be the first in line; we like to drink coffee and finish the internet on Saturday mornings. My theory is if it’s a good estate sale, there is always something for everyone. We moseyed to the sale about noon, and I think I could have stayed all day. There were tables and tables, and more tables of vintage postcards, greeting cards, maps, and journals. In the small snapshots given, it’s fun to speculate a small bit of the family and house history.
The backyard was extremely large for Southern California, almost the size of four modern lots, with a large house and two large garages. They had a lot of old farming equipment, wagon wheels, and literature on raising chickens. Did the family once own a large chunk of the surrounding neighborhood, and eventually sell it off?
We overheard one of the estate sale employees say the house sat unoccupied about three years, which might explain the overall sad feeling the house had. Maybe some of my somber mood hovered too, but a bit of my ADD meds and the tables of vintage cards, and postcards all dating from 1937 through the 1950’s, I was lost in it all for at least an hour; we never stay at estate sales that long!
I hope to drive by the house in the near future and see it reformed back to the happy home I’m sure it once was.
Box of Birthday Cards