6.12 Day 7 * One Man's Trash...

"One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure", or so they say. I got my "packrat" gene from my mother, Bertha. So nothing is quite as much fun on a sunny Friday morning than heading out to follow the signs...... I hope there's some sociologist out there who has analyzed what people choose to sell, and how much they want for it - it's an immense study in values. At one sale, the very tools we use in our gardens were priced and marked as "antiques". At yet another, I picked up a 1959 Milton Bradley board game, mint condition, for a quarter.
Despite her 88 years, Bertha still manages to pick up things for "someday". I love that about her.
Which begs the question: whose child is my sister? Bertha and I: piles of stuff all over our houses, scavenged and salvaged treasures, few unutilized surfaces. My sis: no piles of stuff, carpet vacuumed so that the nap stands up straight, hotel-like, grass cut in diagonal stripes.
Bertha and I: Early to bed, early to rise; let's GO!!! My sis: wakes up mid afternoon; sleeps all day, cleans and organizes all night. Bertha and I: "Oh, I've got that tool somewhere....let me look. I probably have a few of them because I don't put them back after I use them". My sis: "Oh, I have that tool. It's in box A-4, Row 17, lower level, in the garage files."
All of which probably contributes to the whole schtick about what people value, what they sell, what they charge, and what they give away. But that's all of no consequence when the day is bright, the signs are up, and the sales are open..."going saling" for us means something different than for many!