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Antiquing in the Lakes Region

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A beautiful Maine summer day demands a road trip to the lakes…

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Long Lake, pictured here, is in the Sebago Lakes region of our state with the western mountains rising in the distance. The lakeside village of Naples is charming, and perfect for leisurely strolling with random stops to enjoy the views… unless you’re my husband who drove straight through on his way to a store in Windham called the Den of Antiquities.

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This is the view he prefers.

It was a great store with a converted pre Civil War era barn. Treasure was abundant.

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Like this fabulous old slot machine. Please note at $3,950 the price was not even close to fabulous.

Vintage white enamel bed pan used as a display container? Now that’s fabulous.

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I’m still hunting for vintage wooden beer or whisky crates to house my vinyl collection and thought I’d hit the motherload here..

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But in all those boxes, there wasn’t one alcohol related piece of wood in the bunch. Oh sure, I could have bought this …

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But who wants their records stashed in a giant box of rubbers?

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This crate had promise… it said it housed a dozen quarts which denotes liquid, but for the life of me I couldn’t make out the name. Google search came up empty as did all the other customers I asked. Even the owner didn’t have a clue. We shifted it every which way trying to decipher the lettering to no avail. I was struggling to understand what the hell ‘Caitus Guhs’ was when the owner had a eureka moment and figured it out.

Can you?

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39 thoughts on “Antiquing in the Lakes Region”

  2. It’s a shot in the dark, with an unloaded pistol and a bag over my head, but “Caitin’s Jams? The font is very confusing and you ought to be able to put more than twelve quarts of jam in a box that size. I shall therefore let my guess stand, because I made it, but say uncle in anticipation of your response. Good luck, everyone.

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  8. The first word definitely end in an ‘s so it is the name of someones business. But while the first letter looks like a C it could also be a P, My guess is Paiter’s Ink. But though I cannot see how, Printer’s Ink makes the most sense to mae.

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      3. I have to confess, I may have used Carter’s Ink after all. Back in Grade 3, before ball point pens were popular, possibly not even invented yet, I remember being allowed to use straight pens to write with. The desks all had inkwells, and when the ink was used up the teacher would come around with a large (quart?) bottle of ink to fill the wells with. They had a yellow paper with a blue label on them. I think it said Carter’s Ink.
        Or my mind is suffering from the power of suggestion.
        But the pens were real, as were the inkwells. Some boys used to try to dip girls’ pony tails in them. We used these pens through to Grade 6, I think, when ballpoints became popular. But ballpoints were no great shake. The ink would leak out. My mother whooped the hell out of me because a pen leaked in my new 1st-day-of-school shirt, and would not be washed out.
        So I guess I am an antique now too.

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      4. I lied. I found a small version of what my teacher used. It was not Carter’s at all.
        I hope this works:
        https://analytics.barnebys.sh/?p=1&k=cw_click&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ebay.com%2Fitm%2F325313314784%3Fhash%3Ditem4bbe2f3fe0%253Ag%253A6d8AAOSw21ljArRp%26mkevt%3D1%26mkcid%3D1%26mkrid%3D711-53200-19255-0%26campid%3D5336393593%26customid%3D%26toolid%3D10049&d1=17&d2=539&d3=325313314784&d4=Auction&d5=category-auctions&s=e903f1c64e8972131725c7731581d4ac

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      8. I most certainly did. I checked. Ball points became popular in 1959, so probably hit Canada in ’60 or ’61. I started Grade 1 in 1954 (a year earlier than usual), so I got my first straight pen in ’56 and my first fountain pen (I think) in ’57. I remember straight pens really well, fountain pens not so much. So I must have started with ball points in Junior High. Which tells me my story about my mother whopping me was actually because of a fountain pen. She was dead by the time I got to Junior High. Somewhere in between there fountain pens advanced from refillable to cartridges, and the inkwells in the desks disappeared, but the holes for them were there until I reached Senior High, because that was in a brand new school.
        I just wonder how many people remember when cartridge fountain pens came out half the boys in school had blue mouths. Some cartridges didn’t work right, and to get them working we had to suck on one end until the ink gushed out. The girls always got a guy to do that for them.

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