So our tiny town has an annual event the first Saturday of October; and it’s typically the kind of event that we would shy away from, however, we find so much joy in the happenings of each “Old Time Saturday.”
What happens is this: Main Street is closed down (please remember that it is very small and mostly consists of abandoned buildings) and people can rent squares of space to set up a booth–mostly for the purpose of selling their wares, a lot for selling various foodstuffs, and a few for “civic knowledge” type things (i.e. Sheriff-elect/church mission trips/political parties for the county, etc.). The majority of the items for sell are folk art (rag dolls, woodcuts, animal wooden sculptures, etc.) some with heavy Christian overtones. Each end of the street has a stage set up for various schools to perform (cheerleaders, dance groups, etc.) or for local bluegrass and country bands to show off their talents.
It’s tradition for my family to walk to the Methodist’s parking lot to partake in their delicious BBQ; they start smoking it the day before and as my parent’s house is located less than a block away, we find lots of time to salivate.
But, in all honesty, my very favourite part are the yard sales that happen concurrently. We always manage to score some great and cheap finds here–and the best part is, if you locate your treasure after noon, the price is typically half off what is was originally marked. Or, if you get lucky like me, you can find stuff at 75% or higher off as people are ready to pack up and head home. Take for instance this lovely in-perfect-working-order GREEN typewriter that I found and my sweet grandmother bought for me at the ridiculously low price of $2.50 (!!!). I have wanted a typewriter for so long, I’m not sure why, I suppose I just really like what they represent, a time when people put a lot more thought into their words and also I find them very aesthetically pleasing.
I also have a gigantic collection of old and antique cameras, and I’ve slowly expanded it to include older other-things, such as a radio, 8mm video camera, or my latest purchase (for less than $1!!) a filmstrip projector.
Now, two years ago at Old Time Saturday, we signed the lease on our current residense and while scouring the yard sales found some lovely diner dishes in ivory with dark green trim, a full serving set of eight. And although we like them (and mayhap I do more than dear old Ben) we both would have preferred to have a set of dishes in solid white. Something with very simple lines that will match our wide variety of serving dishes, and if we ever start buying pieces of the fiestaware we both love so much, it will have no trouble blending in either. And for the low low price (still early in morning at this purchase) of $15, Ben found this set of 10, plus a large serving bowl. And we just really love them.
I’ve got a really (and if you ask Ben, a really really) bad habit of picking up old books just because I love the way they look or smell or the title or the inscription inside. And this book was picked up initially for those reasons, however Shorthand is a lost art, and like Morse Code, is something I think would be fascinating to learn. And how could I pass it up when it costs less than a $1?!?
Ben’s mother gave us this half of a beautiful old Hoosier cabinet to put in our kitchen. Previously, we had an old table made by his great (-great?) grandfather which, while gorgeous, was really too big for our teeny-tiny kitchen. And since we rarely eat at our table, we swapped them out and I am so much happier with the way this piece fits. (The cushion is for dear spoiled old Chubbers, as one of his favourite spots was underneath the large table.)
This year, my mother had a yard sale too, and Ben and I took what didn’t sell (in the books/movies category) to Knoxville to visit McKay’s and trade in on some new-to-us goodies. Once again, we came home with even more books (which is why we’ve yet to ever stop looking for shelving units)–but, oh!! look! Photo Books!!! Helmut Newton!! Mary Ellen Mark!!
All in all, I’d say it was a particularly successful weekend; although now we must find storage for all our new goods.