When I decided to begin this purge of unblogged items a month ago, I had no idea it would last the entire month. And believe it or not, I still have leftovers. But I'll be taking a break from these posts for a while (collective sigh heard across the world). I hope there was something of interest or amusement among them for you. I guess what I'm saying is, I hope I measured up. HEY! That leads me into my final leftover. There is so much wrong about this item.
Who were the Prairie Street Rat Pack? We may never know. But they apparently got together for a reunion of sorts on August 9, 1969. I suspect it was a car club which were popular in the 1950's. I do like the art.
I remember the first time I saw a Gayla "Bat" kite in our local Ben Franklin. I thought it was the coolest looking kite I'd ever seen, the home-built box kite our neighbor had notwithstanding. I was used to the standard homemade diamond kites my dad would make for me. I never could get one of those up in the air, no matter how long the tail. I bought the kite and brought it home. We had a large field behind our house and I ran there before my mom had the car in park. After unwrapping, applying the eye stickers and attaching the string, I let it fly. The wind was favorable and it went straight up. It was easiest kite flying I'd ever experienced. I let more and more string out while watching gleefully as it climbed to new heights. Suddenly, it took a quick dive to the left and landed in the highest branches of a very tall oak tree. I wound the string in quickly as I ran to the tree. Looking up and immediately recognizing I couldn't climb the tree, I thought, "Maybe I can pull it out with the string". I gave a few tugs and the string broke. My new kite was hopelessly trapped, its wing pierced on branch. There was nothing I could do. I walked back to our house with a broken spirit. All summer long when I walked the field, I saw it flapping its wings helplessly in the wind, its black plastic disintegrating more with each visit.
While this isn't the exact kite I had, I was elated to find it at a garage sale for 50 cents, still in its original packaging.
I picked up this Dr. Pepper bottle opener at a garage sale in St. Louis City some years ago. The sellers had a number of vintage items all priced at $1 or less.
This wallet was somebody's souvenir from Six Flags Over Mid-America in Missouri. It doesn't look like it got much use. The front features some of Six Flags' classic rides such as the Log Flume, the Moon Cars and the Mine Train.
I'm a lifelong popcorn addict. Home-popped, carnival-sold, store-bought, fake-butter-drenched-movie-style, it doesn't matter. I also have a soft spot for popcorn makers.
Most people are familiar with the West Bend brand Stir Crazy popper. A some point, some genius at the West Bend company realized you could increase your popcorn production by introducing a sleeve to raise the elevation of the domed lid resulting in a literal Popcorn Party. To him I say, God bless you sir. But clowns? Why did it have to be clowns?
Back in 2015 I attended the estate sale of a bona fide hoarder. On the property was a dump where the homeowners threw out things they apparently no longer needed, but couldn't let completely go (or maybe they just refused to pay for trash service). I decided to take a look through the dump just to see what I might find. I came across a disintegrating cardboard box filled with pink plastic wall tiles.
This mail signal is meant to trigger a flag when the mailbox is opened. You can then visually see if mail has come without hiking your 1/4 mile country driveway.
There are a couple estate sale companies in my area that have a unique end to their weekend sales. On Sunday afternoon, the sale is closed down and then re-opened a short time later as a $5 fill a bag sale. Some companies require you to use their bags, but others will allow you to use your own, within reason, I'm sure. They would probably have an issue if you showed up with a lawn bag.
I do not traditionally attend these kind of sales, but a while back, I passed on a vintage space-age aerial antenna I wanted. Priced at $20, it was more than I wanted to spend. I figured if I could get it for my $5 bag along with some other ephemera I had left behind it might be worth it.
Just like the opening of any sale, there was a line at the door. I was about 15th in line. I was not prepared for what happened when the door opened. As soon as it did, the line surged like a wave and I could see people in front of me grabbing everything in sight and throwing it in their bag. One person took their entire arm and swept everything off of a table into their bag. I heard glass breaking and objects falling everywhere. It was chaos. It was like that episode of "Laverne & Shirley" when they won the free shopping spree at Slotnik's Grocery store.
Combination locks date back to the Romans when multi-dial locks were used. The first commercially-viable single-dial lock was invented in 1910 by American Lock Company.
I found this Elgin lock with it's original instructions at a garage sale some time ago.
Given the current political climate, you might be surprised to know we once not only welcomed our friends South of the Border, but in fact immortalized them in crude caricature rubber pencil toppers.
