In the living room, which was now less crowded was a lamp with a glass base filled with black eyed peas.
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Scattered among the room was a selection of homemade Christmas decorations many in big zip lock bags In a corner stood an umbrella stand holding three wooden walking canes Among the songbooks was one entitled “Beyond the Blue”. In addition to the memory shocking Dekalb News was a Your Health magazine with the screaming headline “Most Hysterectomies Unnecessary”. For a moment I considered all those lost Saturday mornings, could I have written a book, could I have trained and run a marathon, could I have learned another language, or even learned to play the piano? No, on all those weekend mornings I was driving from yard to yard to gape at unwanted self help books and candles shaped like cinnamon buns. It made me fell old, nostalgic and somewhat crazed for having spent so many years of my life wandering through the clutter and discard of so many souls. I perused this 13 year old artifact wondering which ones I may have had visited that week in November. In a box filled with mostly sheet music I found a 1991 copy of the Dekalb news folded open to the classifieds for yard sales. One of the secular recordings was Bobby Goldboro’s “Honey”. There I found two boxes of lps most of which were gospel, including “Mama’s Songbook” by Jimmy Swaggart. Off the living room was a room that could not have been larger than 6 by 9 feet. A plague hung on the wall with the words “The hurrier I go, the behinder I get” A large coffee mug featured a hillbilly motif depicting a bearded mountain man yelling “Maw come git your coffee!” Also on the counter was a small rectangle of wood with round holes in the top, it bore the name “lipstick bar”. One mysterious item was a yellow and white tapered cylinder with the name Mr. The kitchen had the usual assortment of hand held cooking utensils. On a chair were some blank 1958 tax forms and an empty one gallon can of mixed nut meats. In a small bathroom curtains and clothing were hung on coat hangers from the shower bar. On a wall was a framed photo of what looked like a retirement party, and on a dresser rested a green Rich’s shopping bag that appeared to be from the 1960’s. In the hall closet were a number of old appliances including a Fry Baby and a 3-D orbital massager still in its original box. Leaning against the bedroom wall was a framed photo of a highway passing a river running below a mountain. Upon a dresser in the same room was a box with the sign saying “car wash rags” beneath it was an old bible with the word “Lindsay” printed with one of those plastic embossed label makers. Among the titles of the books were “My life with God”, Daily guide to Miracles” and “Walking - The pleasure exercise”. Here I found two boxes of books next to several crutches. Because of the crowding in the front (they still had to get the box springs out) I headed first to one of the bedrooms. Indicating the passage of time was a 1976 calendar hanging in the hallway. Inside (the estate sale house not Tut’s tomb) were six tiny rooms packed with an assortment of objects.
But I doubt Carter was run down by grave robbers carting off a mattress at the entrance. giving it an atmosphere not unlike what Howard Carter must have experienced when he came upon King Tuts Tomb. The home had that closed up and left alone for a long time feel. I nearly tripped over some boxes at the entrance to avoid being toppled by the exiting bedding.
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AS I entered two men were dragging a full size mattress out the door.
The Inside of the house was claustrophobic. This sale was in a tiny shabby green bungalow nestled among large infill mac-mainsions.
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