It was chock full of old lady stuff.
|Hats and more hats|
|clowns and pierrots|
|a full set of Rivergate china. (Only New Orleanians would ever care, I guess.)|
|bizarre, but wonderful print.|
|a large box of old greeting cards from the 40s and 50s, it seemed like.....next to a huge old album filled with them.|
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,"
|The ones I couldn't help but buy. |
It's like Hattie's with me.