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Estate Sales -Diary

Sydney Estate Sales has been had estate sales for the past 22 years in western PA.

This was my first time going to an estate sale done by her. I will be keeping an eye on her website from this point on.

There was a beautiful hallway mirror that I just loved. Some of the scroll work around the mirror was broken and it was extremely heavy but I just loved it. $10.00
I did not have my car and it was too heavy. So I did not get it. Lots of items that could be used in a tea party. I did get some Japanese china snack sets. Hand painted.

There was also a mirror bar. At least I think it was a bar. The front door were touch release and inside were 2 glass shelves. not a single mirror broken or scratch or chipped. $25.00. Once again I could not carry it home other wise I know that would have been mine.

So I am hoping that both of those items will still be available when she does her super sale on Jan 3. I will save my shopping money so I can get them or something better if possible.

My sister told me after we had already left the sale that they were selling the woman's diary for a $1. She felt bad so she did not buy it.

I told her I would have loved to read her diary. By looking at the things that were in the house you can tell she was someone who value the older things she owned. There were some beautiful fur shawls from Kaufman's and Gimbel brothers. Vintage cotton dresses, little hats and a closet full of purses. A glass coffee table that had iron flowers underneath the glass. Lots of stuff that just made me think of early 1900's. I also got a faux leopard caplet. I cannot wear it but at $8.00 it can serve as a pattern so I can make something like it for myself.

I think that it is sad when all your possession are just put up for sales after you die. Items that you would have rather been split between your loved ones to keep in memory of you.

Her diary would be like reading an autobiography and I would have love to know more than she like to collect interesting tea cups.

My sister said the diary had a lock on it so what she wrote was private and it is a shame that her private thoughts could be had for a $1.00. Every one in the car quietly thought this over.

Then I said if you don't want it known don't write it down. I have kept diaries since I could write. Some of them I just threw away and others I still have. None of them have locks. I never write down what I do not want discovered. If it was important enough to keep secret then I do not write it down. I still keep diaries but they are not organized in any way.

If I should die I hope someone reads my diaries and I hope they learn a little more about me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Its not always to pay debts. Mary K didn't have children, so there was no one to leave her possessions too...but her finances were left to others so thus her things had to be liquidated despite her quite liquid financial state. Just a thought that maybe this is the same situation???
Lavon said…
I thought about that much later as well.
I have been conducting estate sales for the past thirteen years, and for me it is important to give these kinds of items back to the estate.

Strange as it may seem, sometimes they do not want them back.

I have noticed that there is a small group of people who come to my sales, who collect this type of material, they are interested in people, and getting to know about the person who lived in the house where the diary was found.

Also I would like to add that I would censor this a bit - if I found that the diary was to personal, I would not sell it.

Thanks
Martin

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