Rummaging for Hidden Treasure
It all started when my mom took me to a rummage sale within walking distance of our house. That day, I paid 25 cents for a classic comic book called “Tales of Sherlock Holmes” and some Ideals magazines that were filled with beautiful poetry and photos. It was the beginning of my love affair with barn and yard sales.
While searching for something unique and different, I found a bonus—the wonderful folks I’ve met along the way. These sales have become mini social centers, where diverse cultures and age groups form a collectors’ community. Familiar faces appear at every store or sale. Our love for older and gently used items brings us together.
Some of us hunt for crocks, art glass, rare books and grandfather clocks. Others can’t get enough furniture, fine art, lava lamps and sports collectibles. Recently, I saw a couple buy a wicker rocker. On their way out they said, “Don’t worry, we’ll give it a good home.” We are a network of bargain hunters attracted to signs that say “As Is” and “No Returns.” Often, we congregate to share tips or information: “Are you going to the estate sale?” “Did you know about that great online auction?”
When my mother joined me on my own searches for antiques, she became nostalgic. A set of glass dishes or an old wooden rolling pin triggered memories. On our weekend excursions, we were two good friends, reminiscing. Through her eyes, I saw objects as sentimental connections to family.
Finding a vintage radio or classic figurine is exhilarating, but the real benefit is meeting new friends whose enthusiasm gives you a deeper appreciation for your own special interests. They make you feel the next valuable treasure is just around the corner.
At the end of the day, friendship is the best keepsake of them all.
This vintage washer gets new life as a planter.