Uncanny Finds - Hall-Owl-een Edition

 As I mentioned in a previous post, it's been a lean year for sales, so I have to stretch the definition of "Halloween" a little.  But I've always associated owls with Halloween, so hopefully I'm not stretching too much.

I picked up this can of Red Owl Ground Cloves at a garage sale a few weeks ago.  They had an odd assortment for a private sale, mostly tools and utilitarian items, and the last thing I expected to find was a vintage can.  This one dates from 1948.

Noisy Benders

As I predicted, this wasn't the last straw. I picked up another vintage package of Carnival straws this past weekend.

The clown is smiling because  he remembers the last time he went on a noisy bender. The screams... Oh, God, the screams...

Name Your Poison

This slide dates from 1963 and I believe was taken somewhere in the Netherlands.  I believe the previous owner of these slides worked for Monsanto, so maybe some of their products?

The Last Straw and Glad of It!

Ah, who am I kidding.  I can't resist vintage packaging, so I'm sure these aren't the last straws I'll end up bringing home.

First up is this Carnival King Size package of 100 straws from 1963.  Note to estate sale dealers: Don't write directly on the packaging.  Seriously, what is wrong with you?!

Uncanny

Why did I buy the topic of today's post?  I don't have to explain myself to you or anybody else!  I don't know what makes me buy empty vintage grocery cans.  Maybe their throwback design.  Maybe their reminder of the days of my youth.  Maybe their 25 cent price tag?

At any rate, when I saw these sitting in the basement of an estate sale home, I grabbed them.

When I saw this can, I thought the same thing a friend shouted when I showed it to him: "Don't open that can!"