Take Me To Your Honeyhole
October 16, 2013 by almostakiss
We’ve been especially lucky when treasure hunting lately. We’ve been finding unique things that appeal to us without having to look through too much yuck. There’s been a few houses here or there that we’ve gone to estate sales at that looked like they were trying to sell things meant for the trash. These were houses scheduled for demolition so they would’ve been better off setting fire to them than trying to get a few pennies for the contents. Some of the stuff is so dirty or worn that I don’t even want to be in the same room with them, let alone touch them. It’s usually a sure sign when we cross the threshold of one of these homes and a powerful smell accosts us. A mixture of intense mold and death. I try to hold my breath as we make our way into the house but there’s rooms I’ve left in a hurry simply because I couldn’t breathe the stench. We’ve never purchased anything at one of these smelly, disgusting homes for 2 reasons. We can never find anything we’d want in there and we don’t want to buy anything that we’ll always remember came from one of those stinky places.
Last weekend we went to an estate sale run by a family instead of a company. The second we walked in, all I could smell was fish. I had all I could do not to say, “So, you had fish for supper last night!” Instead, we made our way through quickly and left. I thought of clueing them in and saying, “At least put a scented candle out or you’ll never sell anything.” Sheesh. The sad thing is no one will probably tell them and they’ll never know. I’m assuming it’s one of those things where if you’re inside with it all the time, you can’t smell it. Either that or they have no sense of smell. I have a friend like that who can’t smell ANYTHING. It doesn’t even seem to bother her. I guess it’s a bonus not to smell the bad things but how awful would it be not to smell the good things in life? Like the food you’re about to eat, fresh herbs and flowers from the garden, your favorite perfume, towels straight out of the dryer, your puppy or baby, etc.
The weekend before last we hit a “honeyhole.” This is hubby’s term from watching too much “American Pickers.” He loves that tv show and “Pawn Stars” and the 57 versions of “Storage Wars.” That’s a place that has a ton of quality stuff worth a lot of money. Sometimes it’s a hoarder that had tons of new stuff still in boxes. Other times, it’s a collector that took pristine care of everything they owned. In any case, it’s exciting. We got some ship’s wheels, ship’s lanterns, Royal Haeger pottery and a kitchen light. That was kind of a fluke. We have a circular attached island in the middle of our kitchen. I hate the layout but that’s a whole other issue. Hanging low above it was a plain white metal light fixture. Ugly as sin. We would keep our wishbones from our chickens and turkeys on there to dry. When we wanted to make a wish, they’d be ready. Yes, we really are THAT type of eccentrics. In the past we’d looked for lights for other areas of the house and had seen what was available for the kitchen. We’d never liked any of them, at any price. Nothing like waiting 18 years to find something that suits your tastes, is there?! Geez. So we went into this honeyhole and there was a gorgeous light handing there. It had a $75 tag on it. I wouldn’t pay that even though I liked it. It was half off the next day and I still thought it was too much. I thought about it overnight and decided I wanted it. So we popped back over to get it and it was even less. Guess how much I got the light for?! $18.75. I was in shock! The owner of the house had to take it down and then we put it up at our house on Thurs. afternoon. We needed to take it apart and clean it because I doubt it had EVER been cleaned before. Hubby took down the old fixture and then I helped him put up the “new” one. Nothing like holding something heavy above your head for awhile to make you feel like a weakling. I just love it and am so glad I jumped on it (eventually). 🙂 I am so grateful to my hubby for being willing to put it up. If he wasn’t game, I’d still be stuck with the old one.
Slowly we are getting the house in order. It’s taking much longer than I’d like but we’re doing it piece by piece so that’s to be expected. This past weekend we went to a few sales just in our town. About 8 blocks away we found some goodies including an antique wall telephone. Hubby saw it and knew immediately he wanted it. I know nothing about them even though my mom worked for the phone company for more than 35 years. This one’s an old Monarch wood coffin type. It’s hard to believe it’s in such good shape. The brass and wood are in excellent condition. We found the perfect place to hang it and put it up on Friday. Me: “Our house is starting to look like a museum.” Hubby: “What do you mean STARTING TO?” We aren’t anything like the Addams Family because we have furkids instead of real ones. 😉
Another odd discovery that we found was 2 yearbooks from Rock Falls High School in IL. They are from 1920 and 1921. They are called The Swastika and have the mirror image of the logo the Nazis used as their emblem. Obviously, this is BEFORE WW2. I never really thought about where the symbol came from and realized that it’d been around for years before it was bastardized for evil purposes. We don’t collect Nazi memorabilia or condone anything they did. (That should go without saying but just want to make it perfectly clear.) Looking through these yearbooks has been fascinating. To think that all those people in it are long dead boggles the mind. Reading the poems, class wills, jokes, etc. included inside is to get a feel for what it’s like to have lived a century ago. The black and white photographs on the pages stare back like ghosts. Everything was different back then. The advertising gives a real glimpse into yesteryear with ads for typewriters, Victrolas, Hudson automobiles, dressed meats, a hatter, “good clothes,” etc. There’s an ad for a bank that mentions the interest they pay is 4% on saving accounts and certificates of deposit. Hard to believe it’s more than what they pay now. This was almost a decade before the crash of the stock market and everyone lost their money. Another ad is for a barbershop that touts “hair cutting, shampooing and massaging a specialty.” It also mentions “Take a bath while you wait.” Say what?! Another ad of interest is from a Coal Co. that advertises 4 types of coal. “Scranton Hard Coal, Milwaukee Solvay Coke–the fuel without a fault, Allheat–the miracle coal–no ash and Purity–the standard coal of Franklin County.” It’s almost like we need proof that people lived like that or we wouldn’t believe it now.
Also ran across a Ouija board game. When I was a kid, my half siblings had owned the game but all that was left when I came along in the ’60’s was the board itself. No wooden table to make it work. I now find out that table is actually called a “planchette” but how was I to know? I’d literally never seen one in person before. I’ve always thought it was cool and being into horror movies, it’s just scary enough to be interesting. I never toyed with it since there was no way to make it work when I was a kid. Instead I always used it as a lapdesk or clipboard to write on. I don’t know what became of it. When I saw the Ouija board game, I had to have it. It is cheap and probably form the ’60’s since the table is plastic, not wood. Being raised Catholic, hubby is spooked by things along the line of spirits. I was surprised he didn’t object to me getting it. I will probably sell it since I got it cheap and they go for a lot of money. I definitely want to try it out first and see if anything happens. 😉
We pretty much make sure we like everything we buy at estate sales. We don’t want to get stuck with something we hate. There’s some things we love and are keeping, others we’re keeping for awhile until we get sick of them and others we bought specifically to sell. Hopefully, by next week I’ll have a major announcement on my blog! In the meantime, we’re turning our own house into a honeyhole! 🙂