Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
This weekend I attended the estate sale of the home with the log cabin on it that I wrote about here last week. If you didn't read it (and if you did read it, go back a take another look, I added some more pictures), I had gone to an estate sale next door at this house.
I learned at that sale, a number of properties along there would be demolished and a 60-house subdivision would be going in. The property next door was an old familiar home I'd driven past many times.
But what I didn't know was a log cabin stood behind it.
I had taken a few pictures for the other post, but this time I had a chance to go inside as it was for sale like everything else on the property.
Inside was pretty plain with a stone fireplace and plastered walls. Note that my phone doesn't take very good pictures so some of these shots are blurry.
It appeared to have been used mainly for storage for quite some time and the odor of mold was strong. I knew it had a second floor, but didn't see a staircase. Then I noticed behind some standing boards a simple panel door flush with the wall. Nobody was around, so of course I moved the wood and opened it up.
Shot up the stairs.
When I poked my head up over the stairs, a squirrel ran out through a hole in the wall. I think he was as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
It was filthy with animal droppings and walnut and hickory nut hulls everywhere. It smelled pretty awful.
From the inside, you could see there was a lot of termite damage.
I think if you tried to lift and move the cabin, it would fall apart. The floor was fairly sturdy, I didn't have any concerns walking on it.
The smell was choking me up pretty badly, so I headed back down.
Alas, I couldn't come home with the cabin, but coincidentally, I did find this at the sale.
So if not a log cabin, at least a log cabin birdhouse. I'll be hanging the house this week and looking for a couple of pioneer birds to take up residence.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
A few weeks ago, I found a large collection of "The American Home" magazines at an estate sale. Most were from the mid to late 1960's. In my never-ending quest to create more work for myself scanning images, I decided to start a semi-regular blog series of some of the more interesting pictures and ads from them. "The American Home" ran from 1928 to 1977 and was similar to "Better Homes & Gardens" magazine. Because of the large size of the magazine, some images are unintentionally cropped and might be blurred on some spots. But ask yourself: how much are you paying for this?
From the March 1965 issue.
For those of you who have been looking for a good mashed potato and tuna fish recipe.
Is this kid opening the closet door intentionally so the little girl wanders blindly into the hot water heater?
Josephine the Plumber was played by child-actress Jane Withers who starred opposite of Shirley Temple in "Bright Eyes". As of this writing, she's still alive, living in Atlanta, Georgia.
That's it, honey, get those little hands in all the crevices.
If you're like me, you refuse to eat Sulphured Molasses.
I was surprised to see this ad in the back of the magazine. I'm used to seeing it in comic books.
Just go ahead and park by the pool. I'm sure they won't mind.
My mom used to make Chun King Chow Mein when I was a kid and I loved it. Some years ago, I bought some to see if it held up after all of these years. It didn't.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Generally, I'm a fan of 1960's styles and decor, but some of it is just plain hideous.
I found these home decoration pamphlets in the basement of an estate sale of a mid-century home. I imagine they were the very ones they used when building their home.
The graphics are great, the decoration ideas aren't.
Naplex, a little too close to Napalm.
Why would the husband of a woman who chose those pants allow her to choose the house paint?
I've never been a fan of pastels. They belong on Easter eggs only.
"In one magic moment you can select the right color". And that moment is when you finally decide to pick up another company's paint brochure.
Neighbor Betty attempts to suppress her laughter at the fleur de lis tile.
I do like the idea of the open ended island for storing trays. But someone explain to that poor woman you don't fry eggs in a casserole dish on the stovetop. Perhaps that frying pan to your left would be better suited.
Care-free if you don't care how your kitchen looks, I guess.
Proving that you can indeed use too much pink.
The office chair in the bathroom never quite caught on.
I would go mad coming home to this kitchen and a wife that blended into the cabinets.
Spicewood, Lavanity, Marbelica? How many words did these people invent to describe this monstrosity?