This morning I made a mistake, over shot my turn off....and drove a few blocks out of my way. Circling around, I happened on a garage sale. For no good reason, I decided to go in.
It was chock full of old lady stuff.
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Hats and more hats
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clowns and pierrots |
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a full set of Rivergate china. (Only New Orleanians would ever care, I guess.) |
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bizarre, but wonderful print. |
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a large box of old greeting cards from the 40s and 50s, it seemed like.....next to a huge old album filled with them. |
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The old lady had clearly saved every card she'd ever gotten in her life....kind of like I do.
I'm ashamed to say that I teared up a bit thinking about her.
Anyway, when the guy holding the sale saw me return to the box of cards again and again, he came up to me:
"Hey, I got lots more of those," he said eagerly. " Pretty, huh? You want to see more? I found them up in the attic of this place.
You know, the old lady who used to live here:
Hattie Brown from Backatown, they used to call her,"
he chuckled.
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The ones I couldn't help but buy.
It's like Hattie's with me. |
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