Thursday, Friday

Yesterday was Thursday . . . . . . .

ESTATE SALE DAY!

Yesterday it started raining, the precursor, of another cold front.  Not raining too much, just a heavy drizzle.  Estate Sale Day, and the intrepid estate salers we are, my sister and I planned to investigate all the beautiful, unusual, weird, different, questionable items to be found.  As we left Ellen’s house, the rain picked up from heavy drizzle to steady rain.  And, by the time we reached the highway, heading east to Richmond, it was pouring-down-rain-can’t-see-a-car-length-in-front-of-me, rain.  Now, in the directions to this particular sale, there was mention of a “gravel road”.  Rain got harder and we decided to turn around and go home.  Try again Friday. 

So, here’s the problem with going on day #2, the really gooooood stuff is probably gone.  Nevertheless, we left this morning for Richmond.  Not too far – about 40 or so miles.  And, I will say now, I’m glad we didn’t go Thursday in the pouring down rain because (1) the road is twisty-turny and (2) the gravel road is really a dirt road. 

Boo hoo, there wasn’t too much beautiful but there was a lot of unusual, weird, questionable.

Like – purses . . . .

I mean, just how many jeweled purses can one person use???

And silver – really tarnished silver

A bunch of old, old records

THAT CHICK'S TOO YOUNG TOO FRY

Louis Jordan and His Tympany Band 1946

Hey boy don't you harm that bird don't you dare to try

Start releasin' that chicken or you'll get a lickin'

That chick's too young to fry

Hey boy better take my word here's the reason why

Ya gotta feed her up steady 'til she gets ready

That chick's too young to fry

Take her back in the barnyard let her go just turn her loose

Way out there in the barnyard she'll grow up for better use

Hey boy there'll come a time some day by and by

She'll be ready for fryin' so stop your cryin'

That chick's too young to fry

Hey boy there'll come a time some day by and by

Start releasin' that chicken or you'll get a lickin'

That chick's too young to fry

Hey boy better take my word here's the reason why

Ya gotta feed her up steady 'til she gets ready

That chick's too young to fry

Take her back in the barnyard let her go then turn her loose

Way out there in the barnyard she'll grow up for better use

Hey boy there'll come a time some day by and by

She'll be ready for fryin' so stop your cryin'

That chick's too young to fry

Get away stay away come back another day

That chick's too young to fry.

But, best of all – HATS!

Now, I like hats.  I have several.  But these hats were just great!  A couple, I’m sure, from the 1940’s, some from the 1960’s. 

This one was the by far, least attractive – purple, light pink, and hot pink with a fake pearl.

But, the Artichoke Hat, was the BEST!  (or maybe the Elf Hat).  Those are silk leaves with a band of white roses. 

And then we drove back to big W - hat less.

8 Nov 2019